Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1915-11-05
T A r L A N OF
T H E A P E. S
By EDGAR RICE BURROUGHS

Horta, the boar. So he turned his back
upon the village Of Mbonga.
1t was not yet dark when he reached
his tribe, though he stopped to exhume
and devour the remains Of the wild
boar he had cached the preceding day
and again to get Kulonga's bow and
arrows from the tree top in which he
had hidden them.
1t was a we'll laden Tarzan who
dropped from the branches into the
midst of the tribe Of Kerchak.
With swelling chest he narrated the
glories Of his adventure and exhibited
the spoils Of his conquest
Kerchak grunted and turned away
for he was jealous Of this strange
member of his band. In his little evil
brain he sought for some excuse to
wreak his hatred upon Tarzan.
The next day Tarzan was practicing
with his bow and arrows at the first
gleam Of dawn. At first he lost nearly
every bolt he shot, but finally he learn
ed to guide the little shaft with fair
accuracy, and ere a month had passed
he was no mean shot, but his prof.
cheney had cost him nearly his entire
supply of arrows.
1t was during this period that the
young English lord found hidden in
the back Of one Of the cupboards in the
cabin a little metal box. The key was
in the lock, and few moments inves-
tigation and experimentation were re-
warded with the successful opening OF
the receptacle.
In it he found faded photograph OF
a smooth faced young man, a golden
locket studded with diamonds linked
to a small gold chain, few letters and
small book.
Tarzan examined them all minutely
The photograph he liked best Of all
for the eyes were smiling, and the face
was open and frank. 1t was his father
The locket, too, took his fancy, and
he placed the chain about his neck In
imitation Of the ornamentation he had
seen to be so common among the black
men he had visited. The brilliant
stones cleaned strangely against his
smooth, brown hide.
The letters he could scarcely deci-
pher, for he had learned little or moth
ing of script, so he put them back in
the box with the photograph and turn.
ed his attention to the little book.
This was almost entirely filled with
fine script; but, while the little bugs
were all familiar to him, their arrange.
ment and the combinations in which
they occurred were strange and entire
ly incomprehensible.
Tarzan had long since learned the
use of the dictionary; but, much to his
sorrow and perplexity, 1t proved of nc
avail to him in this emergency. Not
word Of all that was written in the lit
tie book could he find, and so he put II
back in the little metal box, but with
determination to work out the mystery
of it later on.
It was the diary Of John Clayton
Lord Greystoke, kept in French, as
had always been his custom.
Tarzan replaced the box in the cup
board, but always thereafter he car
ried the features Of the strong, smil-
ing face Of his father in his heart and
in his head a fixed determination to
solve the mystery Of the strange words
in the little black book.
At present he had more important
business in hand, for his supply Of ar
rows was exhausted, and he must needs
Journey to the black mems village and
renew it.
Early the following morning he set
out, and, travelling rapidly, he came
before midday to the little clearing.
Once more he took up his position In
the great tree, and, as before, he saw
the women in the fields and the village
street and the little caldron Of bub-
bling poison directly beneath him.
For hours he lay awaiting his op-
portunity to drop down unseen and
gather up the arrows for which he had
come. But it was not until night fell
that Tarzan saw his chance. This time
he took all the arrows, for he had
brought a number of long fibers to
bind them into bundle.
When the savages discovered that
once more their arrows had been pill
fered it seemed to them that they had
offended some great god who ruled this
part Of the jungle. From then on an
offering of food was daily placed be-
meath the great tree from whence the
arrows had disappeared, in an effort
to concihate the mighty one.
But the seed of fear was deep sown
and had he but known it Tarzan OF
the apes had laid the foundation fol
much future misery for himself and
his tribe.
That night he slept in the forest moi
far from the village, and early the next
morning set out slowly on his home
ward march, hunting as he travelled
Only a few berries and an occasional
grubworm rewarded his search, and ne
was half famished when, looking VI
from a log he had been roofing be-
meath. he saw Sabor, the tiger. stand
ing in the center of the trail not TWEEN
ty PAGES from him.
The great yellow eyes were fixed up
on him with a wicked and balefu
gleam, and the red tongue licked the
longing lips as Sabor crouched, worm
ing his stealthy way with belly flat
tened against the earth.
TarZan did not attempt to escape
He welcomed the opportunity fol
which, in fact, he had been searching
Quickly he unslung his bow and fit
ted we'll daubed arrow, and as Sabo
sprang the tiny missile leaped to NEE
| him in midair. At the same instan
Tarzan of the apes jumped to one side
and as the tiger struck the ground be
yond another death tipped arrow sanl
| deep into his loin.
With a mighty roar the beast turned
| and charged once more, only to be me