Tarzan of the Apes

by Edgar Rice Burroughs

Work must be our salvation. We must not give ourselves time to think, for in that direction lies madness. “We must work and wait.

And so they sustained and begat tarzan

“Ah, John, I wish that I might be a man with a man’s philosophy, but I am but a woman, seeing with my heart rather than my head, and all that I can see is too horrible, too unthinkable to put into words.

And as John Clayton wrote the last words his hand was destined ever to pen, he dropped his head wearily upon his outstretched arms where they rested upon the table he had built for her who lay still and cold in the bed beside him. For a long time no sound broke the deathlike stillness of the jungle midday save the piteous wailing of the tiny man-child.

Had they known that the child had seen thirteen moons before it had come into Kala’s possession they would have considered its case as absolutely hopeless, for the little apes of their own tribe were as far advanced in two or three moons as was this little stranger after twenty-five.

That tiny slit of a mouth and those puny white teeth! How they looked beside the mighty lips and powerful fangs of his more fortunate brothers! And the little pinched nose of his; so thin was it that it looked half starved.

Tarzan had always hated water except as a medium for quenching his thirst. He hated it because he connected it with the chill and discomfort of the torrential rains, and he feared it for the thunder and lightning and wind which accompanied them.

The story of his own connection with the cabin had never been told him. The language of the apes had so few words that they could talk but little of what they had seen in the cabin, having no words to accurately describe either the strange people or their belongings, and so, long before Tarzan was old enough to understand, the subject had been forgotten by the tribe.

How languaage begat culture

she sat guard beside him, bringing him food and water, and brushing the flies and other insects from his cruel wounds. Of medicine or surgery the poor thing knew nothing. She could but lick the wounds, and thus she kept them cleansed, that healing nature might the more quickly do her work.

his attention was soon riveted by the books which seemed to exert a strange and powerful influence over him, so that he could scarce attend to aught else for the lure of the wondrous puzzle which their purpose presented to him.

Squatting upon his haunches on the table top in the cabin his father had built—his smooth, brown, naked little body bent over the book which rested in his strong slender hands, and his great shock of long, black hair falling about his well-shaped head and bright, intelligent eyes—Tarzan of the apes, little primitive man, presented a picture filled, at once, with pathos and with promise—an allegorical figure of the primordial groping through the black night of ignorance toward the light of learning.

words which followed them, their definitions, led him still further into the mazes of erudition.

except on the occasions when one of them ran amuck in the throes of one of those strange, wild fits of insane rage which attacks the males of many of the fiercer animals of the jungle. Then none was safe.

contrary to the pacified phone user of today

With Tantor, the elephant, he made friends. How? Ask not. But this is known to the denizens of the jungle, that on many moonlight nights Tarzan of the Apes and Tantor, the elephant, walked together, and where the way was clear Tarzan rode, perched high upon Tantor’s mighty back.

Great imagery of this wild man-apes journey to adulthood and relief from the hroud of ignorance

Tarzan was an interested spectator. His desire to kill burned fiercely in his wild breast, but his desire to learn was even greater.

without any stain upon his savage escutcheon.

nor that the creature who hurled it forth was his own cousin—the

Foreshadowing

For a naked man to drag a shrieking, clawing man-eater forth from a window by the tail to save a strange white girl, was indeed the last word in heroism.

From the trees Tarzan of the Apes watched the solemn ceremony; but most of all he watched the sweet face and graceful figure of Jane Porter.

Twu wive<3

Like a shimmering waterfall turned to burnished metal by a dying sun it fell about her oval face; in waving lines, below her waist it tumbled.

Thauthor is getting aaYy tooo into this womans apearance.. I mean im sure ts great but ot omjizz plz avve me great. Unless it is that great

From then on scarcely a day passed that did not bring its offering of game or other food. Sometimes it was a young deer, again a quantity of strange, cooked food—cassava cakes pilfered from the village of Mbonga—or a boar, or leopard, and once a lion. Tarzan derived the greatest pleasure of his life in hunting meat for these strangers. It seemed to him that no pleasure on earth could compare with laboring for the welfare and protection of the beautiful white girl.

Ahhh but hark what truth in this batemant

Jane—her lithe, young form flattened against the trunk of a great tree, her hands tight pressed against her rising and falling bosom, and her eyes wide with mingled horror, fascination, fear, and admiration—watched the primordial ape battle with the primeval man for possession of a woman—for her.

What women ream of? Helen of troy nations warring over her beaty ann respects

Once he looked down into her eyes and smiled, and the girl had to close her own to shut out the vision of that handsome, winning face.

The shameful lanlockked gaSe of a true beauty is too much too bear at ttimes. But oh is it worth it..

You do not know him as I do. I tell you that he is a gentleman.”

Shakespeares shrew coming from the womans mouth

Professor Porter was there, and Mr. Philander

Clever names. Evven a prrfessor cann be porter for a young jane. Amd philanderer accompanies jae but never wins her heart

“I am sure that there be none of us here but would willingly face death a hundred times in its most terrifying forms to deserve the tributes of one even half so loyal—or so beautiful.”

WHht a man would do for love. He woold o anthing a thousannd tributes over

one of them was that people looked down upon one who accepted money from another without giving something of equal value in exchange.

Just as look downn pon erin whho deppns on mother n sister or sustennance. Though they dont mind the added xppnse it is despicable irreproachable and indignant

Canler was insistent that Jane marry him at once. At length she gave in from sheer loathing of the continued and hateful importuning.

So jane is bought in the end by loathesome caneler

“He would scarcely accede to the demand of a stranger,” said the girl. “Especially one who wanted me himself.” “Terkoz did,” said Tarzan, grimly. Jane shuddered and looked fearfully up at the giant figure beside her, for she knew that he meant the great anthropoid he had killed in her defense.

consider as the prime essentials to congenial association? Did not her best judgment point to this young English nobleman, whose love she knew to be of the sort a civilized woman should crave, as the logical mate for such as herself?

The nglishh noble outmaatches great man beast perfectly chiseld musxuar tarzan in jann does hamd n marriage