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In
another moment he was at the cabin, and after a short time had again
thrown the latch and entered. His
first concern was to learn the mechanism of the lock, and this he did by
examining it closely while the door was open, so that he could learn
precisely what caused it to hold the door, and by what means it released
at his touch.
He
found that he could close and lock the door from within, and this he did
so that there would be no chance of his being molested while at his
investigation.
He
commenced a systematic search of the cabin; but 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.
Among
the other books were a primer, some child's readers, numerous picture
books, and a great dictionary. All
of these he examined, but the pictures caught his fancy most, though the
strange little bugs which covered the pages where there were no pictures
excited his wonder and deepest thought.
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.
His
little face was tense in study, for he had partially grasped, in a hazy,
nebulous way, the rudiments of a thought which was destined to prove the
key and the solution to the puzzling problem of the strange little bugs.
In
his hands was a primer opened at a picture of a little ape similar to
himself, but covered, except for hands and face, with strange, colored
fur, for such he thought the jacket and trousers to be.
Beneath the picture were three little bugs--
BOY.
And now he had discovered in the text upon the page that these
three were repeated many times in the same sequence.
Another
fact he learned--that there were comparatively few individual bugs; but
these were repeated many times, occasionally alone, but more often in
company with others.
Slowly
he turned the pages, scanning the pictures and the text for a repetition
of the combination B-O-Y. Presently
he found it beneath a picture of another little ape and a strange animal
which went upon four legs like the jackal and resembled him not a little.
Beneath this picture the bugs appeared as:
A BOY AND A DOG
There they were, the three little bugs which always
accompanied the little ape.
And
so he progressed very, very slowly, for it was a hard and laborious task
which he had set himself without knowing it--a task which might seem to
you or me impossible--learning to read without having the slightest
knowledge of letters or written language, or the faintest idea that such
things existed.
He
did not accomplish it in a day, or in a week, or in a month, or in a year;
but slowly, very slowly, he learned after he had grasped the possibilities
which lay in those little bugs, so that by the time he was fifteen he knew
the various combinations of letters which stood for every pictured figure
in the little primer and in one or two of the picture books.
Of
the meaning and use of the articles and conjunctions, verbs and adverbs
and pronouns he had but the faintest conception.
One
day when he was about twelve he found a number of lead pencils in a
hitherto undiscovered drawer beneath the table, and in scratching upon the
table top with one of them he was delighted to discover the black line it
left behind it.
He
worked so assiduously with this new toy that the table top was soon a mass
of scrawly loops and irregular lines and his pencil-point worn down to the
wood. Then he took another
pencil, but this time he had a definite object in view.
He
would attempt to reproduce some of the little bugs that scrambled over the
pages of his books.
It
was a difficult task, for he held the pencil as one would grasp the hilt
of a dagger, which does not add greatly to ease in writing or to the
legibility of the results.
But
he persevered for months, at such times as he was able to come to the
cabin, until at last by repeated experimenting he found a position in
which to hold the pencil that best permitted him to guide and control it,
so that at last he could roughly reproduce any of the little bugs.
Thus
he made a beginning of writing.
Copying
the bugs taught him another thing--their number; and though he could not
count as we understand it, yet he had an idea of quantity, the base of his
calculations being the number of fingers upon one of his hands.
His
search through the various books convinced him that he had discovered all
the different kinds of bugs most often repeated in combination, and these
he arranged in proper order with great ease because of the frequency with
which he had perused the fascinating alphabet picture book.
His
education progressed; but his greatest finds were in the inexhaustible
storehouse of the huge illustrated dictionary, for he learned more through
the medium of pictures than text, even after he had grasped the
significance of the bugs.
When
he discovered the arrangement of words in alphabetical order he delighted
in searching for and finding the combinations with which he was familiar,
and the words which followed them, their definitions, led him still
further into the mazes of erudition.
By
the time he was seventeen he had learned to read the simple, child's
primer and had fully realized the true and wonderful purpose of the little
bugs.
No
longer did he feel shame for his hairless body or his human features, for
now his reason told him that he was of a different race from his wild and
hairy companions. He was a M-A-N, they were A-P-E-S, and the little apes which
scurried through the forest top were M-O-N-K-E-Y-S. He knew, too, that old Sabor was a L-I-O-N-E-S-S, and Histah
a S-N-A-K-E, and Tantor an E-L-E-P-H-A-N-T.
And so he learned to read. From then on his progress was rapid.
With the help of the great dictionary and the active intelligence
of a healthy mind endowed by inheritance with more than ordinary reasoning
powers he shrewdly guessed at much which he could not really understand,
and more often than not his guesses were close to the mark of truth.
There
were many breaks in his education, caused by the migratory habits of his
tribe, but even when removed from his books his active brain continued to
search out the mysteries of his fascinating avocation.
Pieces
of bark and flat leaves and even smooth stretches of bare earth provided
him with copy books whereon to scratch with the point of his hunting knife
the lessons he was learning.
Nor
did he neglect the sterner duties of life while following the bent of his
inclination toward the solving of the mystery of his library.
He
practiced with his rope and played with his sharp knife, which he had
learned to keep keen by whetting upon flat stones.
The
tribe had grown larger since Tarzan had come among them, for under the
leadership of Kerchak they had been able to frighten the other tribes from
their part of the jungle so that they had plenty to eat and little or no
loss from predatory incursions of neighbors.
Hence
the younger males as they became adult found it more comfortable to take
mates from their own tribe, or if they captured one of another tribe to
bring her back to Kerchak's band and live in amity with him rather than
attempt to set up new establishments of their own, or fight with the
redoubtable Kerchak for supremacy at home.
Occasionally
one more ferocious than his fellows would attempt this latter alternative,
but none had come yet who could wrest the palm of victory from the fierce
and brutal ape.
Tarzan
held a peculiar position in the tribe.
They seemed to consider him one of them and yet in some way
different. The older males either ignored him entirely or else hated him
so vindictively that but for his wondrous agility and speed and the fierce
protection of the huge Kala he would have been dispatched at an early age.
Tublat
was his most consistent enemy, but it was through Tublat that, when he was
about thirteen, the persecution of his enemies suddenly ceased and he was
left severely alone, 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.
On
the day that Tarzan established his right to respect, the tribe was
gathered about a small natural amphitheater which the jungle had left free
from its entangling vines and creepers in a hollow among some low hills.
The
open space was almost circular in shape.
Upon every hand rose the mighty giants of the untouched forest,
with the matted undergrowth banked so closely between the huge trunks that
the only opening into the little, level arena was through the upper
branches of the trees.
Here,
safe from interruption, the tribe often gathered.
In the center of the amphitheater was one of those strange earthen
drums which the anthropoids build for the queer rites the sounds of which
men have heard in the fastnesses of the jungle, but which none has ever
witnessed.
Many
travelers have seen the drums of the great apes, and some have heard the
sounds of their beating and the noise of the wild, weird revelry of these
first lords of the jungle, but Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, is, doubtless, the
only human being who ever joined in the fierce, mad, intoxicating revel of
the Dum-Dum.
From
this primitive function has arisen, unquestionably, all the forms and
ceremonials of modern church and state, for through all the countless
ages, back beyond the uttermost ramparts of a dawning humanity our fierce,
hairy forebears danced out the rites of the Dum-Dum to the sound of their
earthen drums, beneath the bright light of a tropical moon in the depth of
a mighty jungle which stands unchanged today as it stood on that long
forgotten night in the dim, unthinkable vistas of the long dead past when
our first shaggy ancestor swung from a swaying bough and dropped lightly
upon the soft turf of the first meeting place.
On
the day that Tarzan won his emancipation from the persecution that had
followed him remorselessly for twelve of his thirteen years of life, the
tribe, now a full hundred strong, trooped silently through the lower
terrace of the jungle trees and dropped noiselessly upon the floor of the
amphitheater.
The
rites of the Dum-Dum marked important events in the life of the tribe--a
victory, the capture of a prisoner, the killing of some large fierce
denizen of the jungle, the death or accession of a king, and were
conducted with set ceremonialism.
Today
it was the killing of a giant ape, a member of another tribe, and as the
people of Kerchak entered the arena two mighty bulls were seen bearing the
body of the vanquished between them.
They
laid their burden before the earthen drum and then squatted there beside
it as guards, while the other members of the community curled themselves
in grassy nooks to sleep until the rising moon should give the signal for
the commencement of their savage orgy.
For
hours absolute quiet reigned in the little clearing, except as it was
broken by the discordant notes of brilliantly feathered parrots, or the
screeching and twittering of the thousand jungle birds flitting
ceaselessly amongst the vivid orchids and flamboyant blossoms which
festooned the myriad, moss-covered branches of the forest kings.
At
length as darkness settled upon the jungle the apes commenced to bestir
themselves, and soon they formed a great circle about the earthen drum.
The females and young squatted in a thin line at the outer
periphery of the circle, while just in front of them ranged the adult
males. Before the drum sat three old females, each armed with a
knotted branch fifteen or eighteen inches in length.
Slowly
and softly they began tapping upon the resounding surface of the drum as
the first faint rays of the ascending moon silvered the encircling tree
tops.
As
the light in the amphitheater increased the females augmented the
frequency and force of their blows until presently a wild, rhythmic din
pervaded the great jungle for miles in every direction.
Huge, fierce brutes stopped in their hunting, with up-pricked ears
and raised heads, to listen to the dull booming that betokened the Dum-Dum
of the apes.
Occasionally
one would raise his shrill scream or thunderous roar in answering
challenge to the savage din of the anthropoids, but none came near to
investigate or attack, for the great apes, assembled in all the power of
their numbers, filled the breasts of their jungle neighbors with deep
respect.
As
the din of the drum rose to almost deafening volume Kerchak sprang into
the open space between the squatting males and the drummers.
Standing
erect he threw his head far back and looking full into the eye of the
rising moon he beat upon his breast with his great hairy paws and emitted
his fearful roaring shriek.
One--twice--thrice
that terrifying cry rang out across the teeming solitude of that
unspeakably quick, yet unthinkably dead, world.
Then,
crouching, Kerchak slunk noiselessly around the open circle, veering far
away from the dead body lying before the altar-drum, but, as he passed,
keeping his little, fierce, wicked, red eyes upon the corpse.
Another
male then sprang into the arena, and, repeating the horrid cries of his
king, followed stealthily in his wake. Another and another followed in
quick succession until the jungle reverberated with the now almost
ceaseless notes of their bloodthirsty screams.
It
was the challenge and the hunt.
When
all the adult males had joined in the thin line of circling dancers the
attack commenced.
Kerchak,
seizing a huge club from the pile which lay at hand for the purpose,
rushed furiously upon the dead ape, dealing the corpse a terrific blow, at
the same time emitting the growls and snarls of combat.
The din of the drum was now increased, as well as the frequency of
the blows, and the warriors, as each approached the victim of the hunt and
delivered his bludgeon blow, joined in the mad whirl of the Death Dance.
Tarzan
was one of the wild, leaping horde. His
brown, sweat-streaked, muscular body, glistening in the moonlight, shone
supple and graceful among the uncouth, awkward, hairy brutes about him.
None
was more stealthy in the mimic hunt, none more ferocious than he in the
wild ferocity of the attack, none who leaped so high into the air in the
Dance of Death.
As
the noise and rapidity of the drumbeats increased the dancers apparently
became intoxicated with the wild rhythm and the savage yells.
Their leaps and bounds increased, their bared fangs dripped saliva,
and their lips and breasts were flecked with foam.
For
half an hour the weird dance went on, until, at a sign from Kerchak, the
noise of the drums ceased, the female drummers scampering hurriedly
through the line of dancers toward the outer rim of squatting spectators.
Then, as one, the males rushed headlong upon the thing which their
terrific blows had reduced to a mass of hairy pulp.
Flesh
seldom came to their jaws in satisfying quantities, so a fit finale to
their wild revel was a taste of fresh killed meat, and it was to the
purpose of devouring their late enemy that they now turned their
attention.
Great
fangs sunk into the carcass tearing away huge hunks, the mightiest of the
apes obtaining the choicest morsels, while the weaker circled the outer
edge of the fighting, snarling pack awaiting their chance to dodge in and
snatch a dropped tidbit or filch a remaining bone before all was gone.
Tarzan,
more than the apes, craved and needed flesh. Descended from a race of meat
eaters, never in his life, he thought, had he once satisfied his appetite
for animal food; and so now his agile little body wormed its way far into
the mass of struggling, rending apes in an endeavor to obtain a share
which his strength would have been unequal to the task of winning for him.
At
his side hung the hunting knife of his unknown father in a sheath
self-fashioned in copy of one he had seen among the pictures of his
treasure-books.
At
last he reached the fast disappearing feast and with his sharp knife
slashed off a more generous portion than he had hoped for, an entire hairy
forearm, where it protruded from beneath the feet of the mighty Kerchak,
who was so busily engaged in perpetuating the royal prerogative of
gluttony that he failed to note the act of LESE-MAJESTE.
So
little Tarzan wriggled out from beneath the struggling mass, clutching his
grisly prize close to his breast.
Among
those circling futilely the outskirts of the banqueters was old Tublat.
He had been among the first at the feast, but had retreated with a
goodly share to eat in quiet, and was now forcing his way back for more.
So
it was that he spied Tarzan as the boy emerged from the clawing, pushing
throng with that hairy forearm hugged firmly to his body.
Tublat's
little, close-set, bloodshot, pig-eyes shot wicked gleams of hate as they
fell upon the object of his loathing.
In them, too, was greed for the toothsome dainty the boy carried.
But
Tarzan saw his arch enemy as quickly, and divining what the great beast
would do he leaped nimbly away toward the females and the young, hoping to
hide himself among them. Tublat,
however, was close upon his heels, so that he had no opportunity to seek a
place of concealment, but saw that he would be put to it to escape at all.
Swiftly
he sped toward the surrounding trees and with an agile bound gained a
lower limb with one hand, and then, transferring his burden to his teeth,
he climbed rapidly upward, closely followed by Tublat.
Up,
up he went to the waving pinnacle of a lofty monarch of the forest where
his heavy pursuer dared not follow him. There he perched, hurling taunts
and insults at the raging, foaming beast fifty feet below him.
And
then Tublat went mad.
With
horrifying screams and roars he rushed to the ground, among the females
and young, sinking his great fangs into a dozen tiny necks and tearing
great pieces from the backs and breasts of the females who fell into his
clutches.
In
the brilliant moonlight Tarzan witnessed the whole mad carnival of rage.
He saw the females and the young scamper to the safety of the
trees. Then the great bulls
in the center of the arena felt the mighty fangs of their demented fellow,
and with one accord they melted into the black shadows of the overhanging
forest.
There
was but one in the amphitheater beside Tublat, a belated female running
swiftly toward the tree where Tarzan perched, and close behind her came
the awful Tublat.
It
was Kala, and as quickly as Tarzan saw that Tublat was gaining on her he
dropped with the rapidity of a falling stone, from branch to branch,
toward his foster mother.
Now
she was beneath the overhanging limbs and close above her crouched Tarzan,
waiting the outcome of the race.
She
leaped into the air grasping a low-hanging branch, but almost over the
head of Tublat, so nearly had he distanced her.
She should have been safe now but there was a rending, tearing
sound, the branch broke and precipitated her full upon the head of Tublat,
knocking him to the ground.
Both
were up in an instant, but as quick as they had been Tarzan had been
quicker, so that the infuriated bull found himself facing the man-child
who stood between him and Kala.
Nothing
could have suited the fierce beast better, and with a roar of triumph he
leaped upon the little Lord Greystoke. But his fangs never closed in that
nut brown flesh.
A
muscular hand shot out and grasped the hairy throat, and another plunged a
keen hunting knife a dozen times into the broad breast.
Like lightning the blows fell, and only ceased when Tarzan felt the
limp form crumple beneath him.
As
the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the
neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw
back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his
people.
One
by one the tribe swung down from their arboreal retreats and formed a
circle about Tarzan and his vanquished foe.
When they had all come Tarzan turned toward them.
"I
am Tarzan," he cried. "I
am a great killer. Let all
respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother.
There be none among you as mighty as Tarzan.
Let his enemies beware."
Looking
full into the wicked, red eyes of Kerchak, the young Lord Greystoke beat
upon his mighty breast and screamed out once more his shrill cry of
defiance.
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