The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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they cooked in vessels made
all of solid metal like my armlet.

"They lived in a great village in huts that were built of stone and
surrounded by a great wall. They were very fierce, rushing out and
falling upon our warriors before ever they learned that their errand
was a peaceful one. Our men were few in number, but they held their
own at the top of a little rocky hill, until the fierce people went
back at sunset into their wicked city. Then our warriors came down
from their hill, and, after taking many ornaments of yellow metal from
the bodies of those they had slain, they marched back out of the
valley, nor have any of us ever returned.

"They are wicked people--neither white like you nor black like me, but
covered with hair as is Bolgani, the gorilla. Yes, they are very bad
people indeed, and Chowambi was glad to get out of their country."

"And are none of those alive who were with Chowambi, and saw these
strange people and their wonderful city?" asked Tarzan.

"Waziri, our chief, was there," replied Busuli. "He was a very young
man then, but he accompanied Chowambi, who was his father."

So that night Tarzan asked Waziri about it, and Waziri, who was now an
old man, said that it was a long march, but that the way was not
difficult to follow. He remembered it well.

"For ten days we followed this river which runs beside our village. Up
toward its source we traveled until on the tenth day we came to a
little spring far up upon the side of a lofty mountain range. In this
little spring our river is born. The next day we crossed over the top
of the mountain, and upon the other side we came to a tiny rivulet
which we followed down into a great forest. For many days we traveled
along the winding banks of the rivulet that had now become a river,
until we came to a greater river, into which it emptied, and which ran
down the center of a mighty valley.

"Then we followed this large river toward its source, hoping to come to
more open land. After twenty days of marching from the time we had
crossed the mountains and passed out of our own country we came again
to another range of mountains. Up their side we followed the great
river, that had now dwindled to a tiny rivulet, until we came to a
little cave near the

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