The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-12-26
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tn an attempt to scramble upward, and. possibly more by chance than de sign. he fell into the stroke that dog uses when swimming. so that within a few seconds his nose was above water, and he found that he could keep it there by continuing his strokes and also make progress through the water.
 He was much surprised and pleased with this new requirement which had been so suddenly thrust upon him. but he had no time for thinking much upon it.
 He was now swimming parallel to the bank. and there he saw the T beast that would have ,.seized n crouching upon the still form of is playmate.
 The tiger was intently watching Tar gan, evidently expecting him to return to shore, but this the boy had no inten- ton of doing.
 Instead he raised his voice in the call of distress common to his tribe. adding to it the warning which would prevent would be rescuers from running Into the clutches of Sabor.
 Almost immediately there came an answer from the distance, and pres ently forty or fifty great apes swung rapidly and majestically through the trees toward the scene of tragedy.
 In the van was Kala, for she had recognized the tones of her best be- loved, and with her was the mother of the little ape who lay dead beneath cruel Sabor.
 Though more powerful and better equipped for fighting than the apes, the tiger had no desire to meet these en- ragged adults, and with a snarl' of hatred he sprang quickly into the brush and disappeared
 Tarzan now swan to shore and clambered quickly upon dry land. The feeling of freshness and exhilaration which the cool waters had imparted to him filed his being with grateful sur prise, and ever after he lost no oppor- tunity to take daily plunge in lake or stream or ocean when it was pos sfbIe to do so.
 For long time Kala could not ac- custom herself to the sight, for, though her people could swim when forced to it, they did not like to enter water and never did so voluntarily.
 That the huge fierce brute loved her child of another race is beyond ques- ton. and he, too, gave to the great, hairy beast all the affection that would have belonged to his fair young mother had she lived.
 When he was disobedient she cuffed him, it is true, but she was never cruel to him and was more often caressing than chast1sing him.
 Tublat, her husband, always hated Tarzan and on several occasions had come near ending his youthful career
 Tarzan's superior intelligence and cunning permitted him to invent a thousand diabolicaI tricks tot add to the burdens of Tublat's life.
 Early in his boyhood he had learned to form ropes by twisting and tying long grasses together, and with these he was forever tripping TubIat or at tempting to hang him from some over hanging branch
 By constant playing and experiment ing with these he learned to tie rude knots and make sliding nooses,. and with these he and the younger apes amused themselves. What Tarzan did they tried to do also, but he alone orig mated and became proficient
 One day while playing thus Tarzan had thrown his rope at one of his flee ing companions, retaining the other end in his grasp. By accident the moose fell squareIy about the running apes neck, bringing him to a sudden and surprising halt
 An, here was a new game 8 fine game, thought Tarzan. and immediate ly he attempted to repeat the trick And thus, by painstaking and contfn- iued practice, he learned the art of rop- ing.
 Now, indeed, was the life of Tublat living nightmare. In sleep, upon the march, night or day, he never knew when that quiet moose would slip about his neck and nearly choke the life out of him. Kala punished, Tub1at swore dire vengeance. and old Kerchak took notice and warned and threatened but all to no avail.
 In Tarzan's clever little mind many thoughts revoIved, and back of these was his divine power of reason.
 If he could catch his fellow aDes with his long arm of many grasses, why not Sabor. the tiger?
 The wanderings of the tribe brought them often near the closed and silent cabin by the little landlocked harbor To Tarzan this was always a source of never ending mystery and pleasure
 sHe would peek into the curtained windows or, climbing upon the roof, peer down the black depths of the chimney in a vain endeavor to solve the unknown wonders that lay within those strong walls. A
 Ae was on the next visit to the vicini- v following the adventure with old SabOr that as he approached the cabin TarzaD noticed that from a distance the door appeared though an inde- pendent part of the wall in which it was set. and for the first time 1t oc- cured to him that this might prove the means of entrance which had so long eluded him.
 He was alone, as was often the case when he visited the cabin. The apes had no love for it. The story of the thunder stick, having lost nothing in the telling during these ten years, had quite surrounded the white mans de