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Tarzan
Lord of the Jungle
HIS great bulk
swaying to and fro as he threw his weight first
upon one side and then upon the other, Tantor
the elephant lolled in the shade of the father
of forests. Almost omnipotent, he, in the realm
of his people. Dango, Sheeta, even Numa the
mighty were as naught to the pachyderm. For a
hundred years he had come and gone up and down
the land that had trembled to the comings and
the goings of his forebears for countless ages.
In peace he had lived with Dango the hyena,
Sheeta the leopard and Numa the lion. Man alone
had made war upon him. Man, who holds the unique
distinction among created things of making war
on all living creatures, even to his own kind.
Man, the ruthless; man, the pitiless; man, the
most hated living organism that Nature has
evolved.
Always during the long hundred years of his life,
Tantor had known man. There had been black men,
always. Big black warriors with spears and
arrows, little black warriors, swart Arabs with
crude muskets and white men with powerful
express rifles and elephant guns. The white men
had been the last to come and were the worst.
Yet Tantor did not hate men—not even white men.
Hate, vengeance, envy, avarice, lust are a few
of the delightful emotions reserved exclusively
for Nature's noblest work—the lower animals do
not know them. Neither do they know fear as man
knows it, but rather a certain bold caution that
sends the antelope and the zebra, watchful and
wary, to the water hole with the lion...
 Tarzan
and the Lost Empire
Nkima danced excitedly upon the naked,
brown shoulder of his master. He chattered and
scolded, now looking up inquiringly into
Tarzan's face and then off into the jungle.
"Something is coming, Bwana," said Muviro, sub-chief
of the Waziri. "Nkima has heard it."
"And Tarzan," said the ape-man.
"The big Bwana's ears are as keen as the ears of
Bara the antelope," said Muviro.
"Had they not been, Tarzan would not be here
today," replied the ape-man, with a smile. "He
would not have grown to manhood had not Kala,
his mother, taught him to use all of the senses
that Mulungu gave him."
"What comes?" asked Muviro.
"A party of men," replied Tarzan.
"Perhaps they are not friendly," suggested the
black. "Shall I warn the warriors?"
Tarzan glanced about the little camp where a
score of his black fighting men were busy
preparing their evening meal and saw that, as
was the custom of the Waziri, their weapons were
in order and at hand...

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