Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-10-22

thousand diabolical tricks to add to the
/ burdens Of Tublats life.
Early in his boyhood he had learned
to form ropes by twisting and tying
Il long grasses together, and with these
he was forever tripping Tublat or at
i tempting to hang him from some over
i hanging branch.
Il BY constant playing and experiment
j ing with these he learned to tie rude
knots and make sliding nooses, an6
with these he and the younger apes
amused themselves. What Tarzan die
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 fee
ing companions, retaining the other
end in his grasp. BY accident the
moose fell squarely about the running
apes neck, bringing him to a sudden
and surprising halt.
All, here was new game, a fine
game thought Tarzan. and immediate
ly he attempted to repeat the trick.
And thus, by painstaking and contin-
ued practice, he learned the art Of rop-
ing.
Now, indeed, was the life Of Tublat
a 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, Tublat 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 revolved, and back Of these
was his divine power Of reason.
If he could catch his fellow apes
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.
He would peek into the curtained
windows, or climb 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.
1t was on the next visit to the vicini-
ty following the adventure with old
Sabor that as he approached the cabin
Tarzan noticed that from a distance
the door appeared as though an inde-
pendent part Of the wall in which it
was set, and for the first time it 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-
serted cabin with an atmosphere Of
weirdness and terror for the simians.
The story of his own connected with
the cabin had never been told him. In
a dim, vague way had Kala explained
q
strange white ape, but he did not
know that Kala was not his own
mother.
On this day he went directly to the
fussing with the hinges, the knob and
the latch. Finally he stumbled upon
the right combination, and the door
swung creakingly open before his as
tonished eyes,
For some minutes he did not dare
venture within, but finally, as his eyes
became accustomed to the dim light Of
the interior, he slowly and cautiously
entered.
In the middle of the floor lay a
skeleton, every vestige Of flesh gone
from the bones, to which still clung
the mildewed remnants Of what had
once been clothing; upon the bed lay a
similar grewsome thing, but smaller,
while in a tiny cradle nearby was a
third, a wee mite of a skeleton.
To none of these evidences Of an old
ing heed. His wild jungle life had in
ured him to the sight Of dead and dy-
ing animals. and had he known that he
was looking upon the remains Of his
own father and mother he would have
been no more greatly moved.
The furnishings and other contents
Of the room it was which riveted his
| attention. He examined many things
minutely-strange tools and weapons,
books, papers, clothing-what little had
withstood the ravages Of time in the
humid atmosphere Of the jungle coast.
He opened chests and cupboards,
such as did not battle his small expert
ence, and in these he found the con-
tents much better preserved.
Among other things he found a sharp
hunting knife. on the keen blade of
which he Immediately proceeded to cut
his finger. Nothing daunted, he con-
tinued his experiments, finding that he
could hack and hew splinters Of wood
from the table and chairs with this
new toy.
For a long time this amused him;
but, finally firing, he continued his ex-
plorations. In a cupboard filled with
books he came across one with bright
ly colored pictures. It was a child's il
lustrated alphabet:
| A is for archer,
Who shoots with a bow.
B is for boy,
His first name Is Joe.
(To be Continued.)
PRIMITIVE WEAPONS