The Son of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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an open book
to the keen eyes of the lad, and those other indefinite spoor that
elude the senses of civilized man and are only partially appreciable to
his savage cousin came to be familiar friends of the eager boy. He
could differentiate the innumerable species of the herbivora by scent,
and he could tell, too, whether an animal was approaching or departing
merely by the waxing or waning strength of its effluvium. Nor did he
need the evidence of his eyes to tell him whether there were two lions
or four up wind,--a hundred yards away or half a mile.

Much of this had Akut taught him, but far more was instinctive
knowledge--a species of strange intuition inherited from his father.
He had come to love the jungle life. The constant battle of wits and
senses against the many deadly foes that lurked by day and by night
along the pathway of the wary and the unwary appealed to the spirit of
adventure which breathes strong in the heart of every red-blooded son
of primordial Adam. Yet, though he loved it, he had not let his
selfish desires outweigh the sense of duty that had brought him to a
realization of the moral wrong which lay beneath the adventurous
escapade that had brought him to Africa. His love of father and mother
was strong within him, too strong to permit unalloyed happiness which
was undoubtedly causing them days of sorrow. And so he held tight to
his determination to find a port upon the coast where he might
communicate with them and receive funds for his return to London.
There he felt sure that he could now persuade his parents to let him
spend at least a portion of his time upon those African estates which
from little careless remarks dropped at home he knew his father
possessed. That would be something, better at least than a lifetime of
the cramped and cloying restrictions of civilization.

And so he was rather contented than otherwise as he made his way in the
direction of the coast, for while he enjoyed the liberty and the savage
pleasures of the wild his conscience was at the same time clear, for he
knew that he was doing all that lay in his power to return to his
parents. He rather looked forward, too, to meeting white men
again--creatures of his own kind--for there had been many occasions
upon which he had longed for other companionship than that of the old
ape. The affair with the blacks still rankled in

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