The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-12-29

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 One by one the tribe swung oown from their arboreal retreats and form ed a circle about Tarzan and his van- quished foe When they had an come Tarzan turned toward them.
 q am Tarzanr' he cried. ''T am a great killer! Let all respect Tar1an of the apes and Kala, his mother! There be none among you as mighty as Tar gan Let his enemies bewareF
 Looking full into the wicked red eyes of Kerchak, the young Lord Greystoke beat upon his mighty breast and screamed out once more his shriH cry of de6ance.
 Taran of the apes lived on in his wild. jungle existence with little change for several years, only that he grew stronger and wiser and learned from his books more and more of the strange worlds which lay somewhere outside his pr1mevaI forest.
 Many days during these years he spent in the cabin of his father, where stH lay untouched the bones of his parents and the little skeleton of Kala's baby. At eighteen he read huently and understood nearly all he read.
  fers rapidly and plainly, but script he had not mastered, for, though there were several copybooks among his treasures, there was so little written English in the cabin that he saw no use of bothering with this other form of writing, though he could read 1t la boriousiy.
 Thus, at eighteen, we find him an English 1ordling- who could speak no English, yet who could read and write his native language. Never had he seen a human being other than him self, for the little area traversed by his tribe was watered by no great river to bring down the savage natives of the interior.
 High hills shut it of on three sides. the ocean on the fourth. It was alive with lions and tigers and leopaFds and poisonous snakes. Its untouched mazes of matted jungle had as yet invited no hardy pioneer from among the humans beyond it's frontier.
 But as Tarzan of the apes sat one day in the cabin of his father, delving into the mysteries of new book, the ancient security of his jungle was broken forever.
 At the far eastern confine a strange cuvalcade strung in single file over the brow of a low hill.
 In advance were fifty black warriors armed with slender wooden spears, with ends hard baked over slow fires, and long bows and poisoned arrows. On their backs were oval shields, in their noses hung rings, while from the kinky wool of their heads protruded tufts of gay feathers.
 Following them were several hun dred women and children. the former bearing upon their heads great burdens of cooking pots. household utensils and ivory In the rear were a hundred warriors. similar in all respects to the advance guard.
 That they more greatly feared an at tack from the rear than whatever un- known enemies might turk ahead was evidenced by the formation of the column. and such was the fact, for they were fleeing from the white mans soldiers who had harassed them for rubber and ivory.
 For three days the little cavaIcade marched slowly through the heart of this unknown and untracked forest, until finally, early in the fourth day, they came upon little spot near the banks of a small river which seem ed less ttlickly overgrown than any ground they had encountered before.
 Here they set to work to build new village, and in a month great clear ing had been made, huts and palisades erected. plantains. yams and maize planted, and they had taken up their old life in their new home Here there were no white men. no soldiers nor any rubber or ivory to be gathered for thankIess taskmasters.
 Several moons passed ere the blacks ventured far into the territory sur rounding their new village. Several had already fallen prey to old Sabor. the tiger, and because the jungle was so infested with these fierce and blood thirsty cats and with lions and leop- ards the ebony warriors hesitated to trust themselves far from the safety of their palisades.
 But one day Kulonga. a son of the old king. Mbonga. wandered far into the dense nazes to the west Warily he stepped. his slender lance ever ready. his long oval shield grasped in his left hand close to his hody-at his back his bow. and in the culver upon his shield many slim. straight arrows well smeared with the thick dark. tarry substance that rendered deadly their tiniest needle prick
 Night found Ezuonga far from the palisades Of bis fathers village. but etiIl headed west ward and. climbing iuto the fork of great tree. he fash ioneIl a rude platform and curle1 kiun- self for sleep.
 CHAPTER Y.