single life. There is only one, and that is the white man who has led
us for the past few days," and Busuli sprang to his feet, and with
uplifted spear and half-bent, crouching body commenced to dance slowly
about Tarzan, chanting in time to his steps: "Waziri, king of the
Waziri; Waziri, killer of Arabs; Waziri, king of the Waziri."
One by one the other warriors signified their acceptance of Tarzan as
their king by joining in the solemn dance. The women came and squatted
about the rim of the circle, beating upon tom-toms, clapping their
hands in time to the steps of the dancers, and joining in the chant of
the warriors. In the center of the circle sat Tarzan of the
Apes--Waziri, king of the Waziri, for, like his predecessor, he was to
take the name of his tribe as his own.
Faster and faster grew the pace of the dancers, louder and louder their
wild and savage shouts. The women rose and fell in unison, shrieking
now at the tops of their voices. The spears were brandishing fiercely,
and as the dancers stooped down and beat their shields upon the
hard-tramped earth of the village street the whole sight was as
terribly primeval and savage as though it were being staged in the dim
dawn of humanity, countless ages in the past.
As the excitement waxed the ape-man sprang to his feet and joined in
the wild ceremony. In the center of the circle of glittering black
bodies he leaped and roared and shook his heavy spear in the same mad
abandon that enthralled his fellow savages. The last remnant of his
civilization was forgotten--he was a primitive man to the fullest now;
reveling in the freedom of the fierce, wild life he loved, gloating in
his kingship among these wild blacks.
Ah, if Olga de Coude had but seen him then--could she have recognized
the well-dressed, quiet young man whose well-bred face and
irreproachable manners had so captivated her but a few short months
ago? And Jane Porter! Would she have still loved this savage warrior
chieftain, dancing naked among his naked savage subjects? And D'Arnot!
Could D'Arnot have believed that this was the same man he had
introduced into half a dozen of the most select clubs of Paris? What
would his fellow peers in the House of Lords have said had one pointed
to this dancing giant, with his barbaric headdress and his metal
ornaments, and said: "There, my lords, is John Clayton, Lord Greystoke."
The People That Time Forgot By Edgar Rice Burroughs Chapter 1 I am forced to admit that even though I had traveled a long distance to place Bowen Tyler's manuscript in the hands of his father, I was still a trifle skeptical as to its sincerity, since I could not but recall that it had not been many years since Bowen had been one of the most notorious practical jokers of his alma mater.Page 4
I had no conception of their formidable height.Page 7
The moment I came down into the warm atmosphere of Caspak, the creature came for me again, rising above me so that it might swoop down upon me.Page 8
the base of the cliffs beyond which my party awaited me.Page 14
A bit of soft, undressed leather was caught over her left shoulder and beneath her right breast, falling upon her left side to her hip and upon the right to a metal band which encircled her leg above the knee and to which the lowest point of the hide was attached.Page 25
The ceiling was so low that we could not stand up, and the floor so narrow that it was with difficulty that we both wedged into it together; but we were very tired, and so we made the most of it; and so great was the feeling of security that I am sure I fell asleep as soon as I had stretched myself beside Ajor.Page 31
Should any of my friends chance to read the story of my adventures upon Caprona, I hope they will not be bored by these diversions, and if they are, I can only say that I am writing my memoirs for my own edification and therefore setting down those things which interested me particularly at the time.Page 33
Though I loved my friends, their fate seemed of less importance to me than the fate of this little barbarian stranger for whom, I had convinced myself many a time, I felt no greater sentiment than passing friendship for a fellow-wayfarer in this land of horrors.Page 43
He looked puzzled and finally gave it up.Page 47
Their friendship would have meant that Ajor's dangers were practically passed, and that I had accomplished fully one-half of my long journey.Page 52
I shuddered, and then I fled.Page 53
And Galus come up both from the west and east coasts.Page 61
Al-tan will not hinder him.Page 66
"Where is the master of this dog?" I asked, turning toward Al-tan.Page 68
As I entered the doorway, I called her name aloud.Page 69
It was as much the latter as the former which contributed to the undoing of our enemies, who, accustomed though they were to the ferocity of terrible creatures, seemed awed by the sight of this strange beast from another world battling at the side of his equally strange master.Page 72
" "Then I must go," I said, rising.Page 73
"If I had my weapons and my ammunition, I could do much.Page 77
If they hadn't halted, I had no fear of being discovered, for I had seen that the Galus marched without point, flankers or rear guard; and when I reached the pass and saw a narrow, one-man trail leading upward at a stiff angle, I wished that I were chief of the Galus for a few weeks.Page 81
As I stood debating the question in my mind, I was almost upon the point of making the attempt at the long throw.