FROM APE TO SAVAGE
 THE noise of their battle with Numa had drawn an excited horde of savages from the nearby village, and a
moment after the lion's death the two men were surrounded by lithe, ebon warriors, gesticulating and
jabbering—a thousand questions that drowned each ventured reply.
And then the women came, and the children—eager, curious, and, at sight of Tarzan, more
questioning than ever. The ape-man's new friend finally succeeded in making himself heard, and when
he had done talking the men and women of the village vied with one another in doing honor to the
strange creature who had saved their fellow and battled single-handed with fierce Numa.
At last they led him back to their village, where they brought him gifts of fowl, and goats, and
cooked food. When he pointed to their weapons the warriors hastened to fetch spear, shield, arrows,
and a bow. His friend of the encounter presented him with the knife with which he had killed Numa.
There was nothing in all the village he could not have had for the asking.
How much easier this was, thought Tarzan, than murder and robbery to supply his wants. How close he
had been to killing this man whom he never had seen before, and who now was manifesting by every
 at his command friendship and affection for his would-be slayer. Tarzan of the Apes was ashamed.
Hereafter he would at least wait until he knew men deserved it before he thought of killing them.
The idea recalled Rokoff to his mind. He wished that he might have the Russian to himself in the
dark jungle for a few minutes. There was a man who deserved killing if ever any one did. And if he
could have seen Rokoff at that moment as he assiduously bent every endeavor to the pleasant task of
ingratiating himself into the affections of the beautiful Miss Strong, he would have longed more
than ever to mete out to the man the fate he deserved.
Tarzan's first night with the savages was devoted to a wild orgy in his honor. There was feasting,
for the hunters had brought in an antelope and a zebra as trophies of their skill, and gallons of
the weak native beer were consumed. As the warriors danced in the firelight, Tarzan was again
impressed by the symmetry of their figures and the regularity of their features—the flat noses
and thick lips of the typical West Coast savage were entirely missing. In repose the faces of the
men were intelligent and dignified, those of the women ofttimes prepossessing.
It was during this dance that the ape-man first noticed that some of the men and many of the women
wore ornaments of gold—principally anklets and armlets of great weight, apparently beaten out
of the solid metal. When he expressed a wish to examine one of these, the owner removed it from her
person and insisted, through the medium of signs, that Tarzan accept it as a gift. A close scrutiny
of the bauble convinced the ape-man that the article was of virgin gold, and he was surprised, for
it was the first time that he had ever seen golden ornaments
 among the savages of Africa, other than the trifling baubles those near the coast had purchased or
stolen from Europeans. He tried to ask them from whence the metal came, but he could not make them
When the dance was done Tarzan signified his intention to leave them, but they almost implored him
to accept the hospitality of a great hut which the chief set apart for his sole use. He tried to
explain that he would return in the morning, but they could not understand. When he finally walked
away from them toward the side of the village opposite the gate, they were still further mystified
as to his intentions.
Tarzan, however, knew just what he was about. In the past he had had experience with the rodents and
vermin that infest every native village, and, while he was not overscrupulous about such matters, he
much preferred the fresh air of the swaying trees to the fetid atmosphere of a hut.
The natives followed him to where a great tree overhung the palisade, and as Tarzan leaped for a
lower branch and disappeared into the foliage above, precisely after the manner of Manu, the monkey,
there were loud exclamations of surprise and astonishment. For half an hour they called to him to
return, but as he did not answer them they at last desisted, and sought the sleeping-mats within
Tarzan went back into the forest a short distance until he had found a tree suited to his primitive
requirements, and then, curling himself in a great crotch, he fell immediately into a deep sleep.
The following morning he dropped into the village street as suddenly as he had disappeared the
preceding night. For a moment the natives were startled and
 afraid, but when they recognized their guest of the night before they welcomed him with shouts and
laughter. That day he accompanied a party of warriors to the nearby plains on a great hunt, and so
dexterous did they find this white man with their own crude weapons that another bond of respect and
admiration was thereby wrought.
For weeks Tarzan lived with his savage friends, hunting buffalo, antelope, and zebra for meat, and
elephant for ivory. Quickly he learned their simple speech, their native customs, and the ethics of
their wild, primitive tribal life. He found that they were not cannibals—that they looked with
loathing and contempt upon men who ate men.
Busuli, the warrior whom he had stalked to the village, told him many of the tribal
legends—how, many years before, his people had come many long marches from the north; how once
they had been a great and powerful tribe; and how the slave raiders had wrought such havoc among
them with their death-dealing guns that they had been reduced to a mere remnant of their former
numbers and power.
"They hunted us down as one hunts a fierce beast," said Busuli. "There was no mercy in them. When it
was not slaves they sought it was ivory, but usually it was both. Our men were killed and our women
driven away like sheep. We fought against them for many years, but our arrows and spears could not
prevail against the sticks which spit fire and lead and death to many times the distance that our
mightiest warrior could place an arrow. At last, when my father was a young man, the Arabs came
again, but our warriors saw them a long way off, and Chowambi, who was chief then, told his people
 gather up their belongings and come away with him—that he would lead them far to the south
until they found a spot to which the Arab raiders did not come.
"And they did as he bid, carrying all their belongings, including many tusks of ivory. For months
they wandered, suffering untold hardships and privations, for much of the way was through dense
jungle, and across mighty mountains, but finally they came to this spot, and although they sent
parties farther on to search for an even better location, none has ever been found."
"And the raiders have never found you here?" asked Tarzan.
"About a year ago a small party of Arabs and Manyuema stumbled upon us, but we drove them off,
killing many. For days we followed them, stalking them for the wild beasts they are, picking them
off one by one, until but a handful remained, but these escaped us."
As Busuli talked he fingered a heavy gold armlet that encircled the glossy hide of his left arm.
Tarzan's eyes had been upon the ornament, but his thoughts were elsewhere. Presently he recalled the
question he had tried to ask when he first came to the tribe—the question he could not at that
time make them understand. For weeks he had forgotten so trivial a thing as gold, for he had been
for the time a truly primeval man with no thought beyond today. But of a sudden the sight of gold
awakened the sleeping civilization that was in him, and with it came the lust for wealth. That
lesson Tarzan had learned well in his brief experience of the ways of civilized man. He knew that
gold meant power and pleasure. He pointed to the bauble.
"From whence came the yellow metal, Busuli?" he asked.
 The black pointed toward the southeast.
"A moon's march away—maybe more," he replied.
"Have you been there?" asked Tarzan.
"No, but some of our people were there years ago, when my father was yet a young man. One of the
parties that searched farther for a location for the tribe when first they settled here came upon a
strange people who wore many ornaments of yellow metal. Their spears were tipped with it, as were
their arrows, and they cooked in vessels made all of solid metal like my armlet.
"They lived in a great village in huts that were built of stone and surrounded by a great wall. They
were very fierce, rushing out and falling upon our warriors before ever they learned that their
errand was a peaceful one. Our men were few in number, but they held their own at the top of a
little rocky hill, until the fierce people went back at sunset into their wicked city. Then our
warriors came down from their hill, and, after taking many ornaments of yellow metal from the bodies
of those they had slain, they marched back out of the valley, nor have any of us ever returned.
"They are wicked people—neither white like you nor black like me, but covered with hair as is
Bolgani, the gorilla. Yes, they are very bad people indeed, and Chowambi was glad to get out of
"And are none of those alive who were with Chowambi, and saw these strange people and their
wonderful city?" asked Tarzan.
"Waziri, our chief, was there," replied Busuli. "He was a very young man then, but he accompanied
Chowambi, who was his father."
So that night Tarzan asked Waziri about it, and Waziri, who was now an old man, said that it was a
 but that the way was not difficult to follow. He remembered it well.
"For ten days we followed this river which runs beside our village. Up toward its source we traveled
until on the tenth day we came to a little spring far up upon the side of a lofty mountain range. In
this little spring our river is born. The next day we crossed over the top of the mountain, and upon
the other side we came to a tiny rivulet which we followed down into a great forest. For many days
we traveled along the winding banks of the rivulet that had now become a river, until we came to a
greater river, into which it emptied, and which ran down the center of a mighty valley.
"Then we followed this large river toward its source, hoping to come to more open land. After twenty
days of marching from the time we had crossed the mountains and passed out of our own country we
came again to another range of mountains. Up their side we followed the great river, that had now
dwindled to a tiny rivulet, until we came to a little cave near the mountain-top. In this cave was
the mother of the river.
"I remember that we camped there that night, and that it was very cold, for the mountains were high.
The next day we decided to ascend to the top of the mountains, and see what the country upon the
other side looked like, and if it seemed no better than that which we had so far traversed we would
return to our village and tell them that they had already found the best place in all the world to
"And so we clambered up the face of the rocky cliffs until we reached the summit, and there from a
flat mountain-top we saw, not far beneath us, a shallow valley, very narrow; and upon the far side
of it was a great vil
 lage of stone, much of which had fallen and crumbled into decay."
The balance of Waziri's story was practically the same as that which Busuli had told.
"I should like to go there and see this strange city," said Tarzan, "and get some of their yellow
metal from its fierce inhabitants."
"It is a long march," replied Waziri, "and I am an old man, but if you will wait until the rainy
season is over and the rivers have gone down I will take some of my warriors and go with you."
And Tarzan had to be contented with that arrangement, though he would have liked it well enough to
have set off the next morning—he was as impatient as a child. Really Tarzan of the Apes was
but a child, or a primeval man, which is the same thing in a way.
The next day but one a small party of hunters returned to the village from the south to report a
large herd of elephant some miles away. By climbing trees they had had a fairly good view of the
herd, which they described as numbering several large tuskers, a great many cows and calves, and
full-grown bulls whose ivory would be worth having.
The balance of the day and evening was filled with preparation for a great hunt—spears were
overhauled, quivers were replenished, bows were restrung; and all the while the village witch doctor
passed through the busy throngs disposing of various charms and amulets designed to protect the
possessor from hurt, or bring him good fortune in the morrow's hunt.
At dawn the hunters were off. There were fifty sleek, black warriors, and in their midst, lithe and
active as a young forest god, strode Tarzan of the Apes, his brown
 skin contrasting oddly with the ebony of his companions. Except for color he was one of them. His
ornaments and weapons were the same as theirs—he spoke their language—he laughed and
joked with them, and leaped and shouted in the brief wild dance that preceded their departure from
the village, to all intent and purpose a savage among savages. Nor, had he questioned himself, is it
to be doubted that he would have admitted that he was far more closely allied to these people and
their life than to the Parisian friends whose ways, apelike, he had successfully mimicked for a few
But he did think of D'Arnot, and a grin of amusement showed his strong white teeth as he pictured
the immaculate Frenchman's expression could he by some means see Tarzan as he was that minute. Poor
Paul, who had prided himself on having eradicated from his friend the last traces of wild savagery.
"How quickly have I fallen!" thought Tarzan; but in his heart he did not consider it a
fall—rather, he pitied the poor creatures of Paris, penned up like prisoners in their silly
clothes, and watched by policemen all their poor lives, that they might do nothing that was not
entirely artificial and tiresome.
A two hours' march brought them close to the vicinity in which the elephants had been seen the
previous day. From there on they moved very quietly indeed searching for the spoor of the great
beasts. At length they found the well-marked trail along which the herd had passed not many hours
before. In single file they followed it for about half an hour. It was Tarzan who first raised his
hand in signal that the quarry was at hand—his sensitive nose had warned him that the
elephants were not far ahead of them.
 The blacks were skeptical when he told them how he knew.
"Come with me," said Tarzan, "and we shall see."
With the agility of a squirrel he sprang into a tree and ran nimbly to the top. One of the blacks
followed more slowly and carefully. When he had reached a lofty limb beside the ape-man the latter
pointed to the south, and there, some few hundred yards away, the black saw a number of huge black
backs swaying back and forth above the top of the lofty jungle grasses. He pointed the direction to
the watchers below, indicating with his fingers the number of beasts he could count.
Immediately the hunters started toward the elephants. The black in the tree hastened down, but
Tarzan stalked, after his own fashion, along the leafy way of the middle terrace.
It is no child's play to hunt wild elephants with the crude weapons of primitive man. Tarzan knew
that few native tribes ever attempted it, and the fact that his tribe did so gave him no little
pride—already he was commencing to think of himself as a member of the little community. As
Tarzan moved silently through the trees he saw the warriors below creeping in a half circle upon the
still unsuspecting elephants. Finally they were within sight of the great beasts. Now they singled
out two large tuskers, and at a signal the fifty men rose from the ground where they had lain
concealed, and hurled their heavy war spears at the two marked beasts. There was not a single miss;
twenty-five spears were embedded in the sides of each of the giant animals. One never moved from the
spot where it stood when the avalanche of spears struck it, for two, perfectly aimed, had penetrated
 its heart, and it lunged forward upon its knees, rolling to the ground without a struggle.
The other, standing nearly head-on toward the hunters, had not proved so good a mark, and though
every spear struck not one entered the great heart. For a moment the huge bull stood trumpeting in
rage and pain, casting about with its little eyes for the author of its hurt. The blacks had faded
into the jungle before the weak eyes of the monster had fallen upon any of them, but now he caught
the sound of their retreat, and, amid a terrific crashing of underbrush and branches, he charged in
the direction of the noise.
It so happened that chance sent him in the direction of Busuli, whom he was overtaking so rapidly
that it was as though the black were standing still instead of racing at full speed to escape the
certain death which pursued him. Tarzan had witnessed the entire performance from the branches of a
nearby tree, and now that he saw his friend's peril he raced toward the infuriated beast with loud
cries, hoping to distract him.
But it had been as well had he saved his breath, for the brute was deaf and blind to all else save
the particular object of his rage that raced futilely before him. And now Tarzan saw that only a
miracle could save Busuli, and with the same unconcern with which he had once hunted this very man
he hurled himself into the path of the elephant to save the black warrior's life.
He still grasped his spear, and while Tantor was yet six or eight paces behind his prey, a sinewy
white warrior dropped as from the heavens, almost directly in his path. With a vicious lunge the
elephant swerved to the right to dispose of this temerarious foeman who dared intervene between
himself and his intended victim; but he
 had not reckoned on the lightning quickness that could galvanize those steel muscles into action so
marvelously swift as to baffle even a keener eyesight than Tantor's.
And so it happened that before the elephant realized that his new enemy had leaped from his path
Tarzan had driven his iron-shod spear from behind the massive shoulder straight into the fierce
heart, and the colossal pachyderm had toppled to his death at the feet of the ape-man.
Busuli had not beheld the manner of his deliverance, but Waziri, the old chief, had seen, and
several of the other warriors, and they hailed Tarzan with delight as they swarmed about him and his
great kill. When he leaped upon the mighty carcass, and gave voice to the weird challenge with which
he announced a great victory, the blacks shrank back in fear, for to them it marked the brutal
Bolgani, whom they feared fully as much as they feared Numa, the lion; but with a fear with which
was mixed a certain uncanny awe of the manlike thing to which they attributed supernatural powers.
But when Tarzan lowered his raised head and smiled upon them they were reassured, though they did
not understand. Nor did they ever fully understand this strange creature who ran through the trees
as quickly as Manu, yet was even more at home upon the ground than themselves; who was except as to
color like unto themselves, yet as powerful as ten of them, and singlehanded a match for the
fiercest denizens of the fierce jungle.
When the remainder of the warriors had gathered, the hunt was again taken up and the stalking of the
retreating herd once more begun; but they had covered a bare hundred yards when from behind them, at
a great distance, sounded faintly a strange popping.
 For an instant they stood like a group of statuary, intently listening. Then Tarzan spoke.
"Guns!" he said. "The village is being attacked."
"Come!" cried Waziri. "The Arab raiders have returned with their cannibal slaves for our ivory and
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