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Tarzan's
Quest
"MY dear Jane,
you know everyone."
"Not quite, Hazel; but one sees everyone in the
Savoy."
"Who is that woman at the second table to our
right?—the one who spoke so cordially. There is
something very familiar about her—I'm sure I've
seen her before."
"You probably have. Don't you remember Kitty
Krause?"
"O-oh, yes; now I recall her. But she went with
an older crowd."
"Yes, she's a full generation ahead of us; but
Kitty'd like to forget that and have everyone
else forget it."
"Let's see—she married Peters, the cotton king,
didn't she?"
"Yes, and when he died he left her so many
millions she didn't have enough fingers to count
'em on; so the poor woman will never know how
rich she is."
"Is that her son with her?"
"Son, my dear! That's her new husband."...
Tarzan
and the Forbidden City
THE rainy season was over; and forest and
jungle were a riot of lush green starred with
myriad tropical blooms, alive with the gorgeous
coloring and raucous voices of countless birds,
scolding, loving, hunting, escaping; alive with
chattering monkeys and buzzing insects which all
seemed to be busily engaged in doing things in
circles and getting nowhere, much after the
fashion of their unhappy cousins who dwell in
unlovely jungles of brick and marble and cement.
As much a part of the primitive scene as the
trees themselves was the Lord of the Jungle,
lolling at his ease on the back of Tantor, the
elephant, lazing in the mottled sunlight of the
noonday jungle. Apparently oblivious to all his
surroundings was the ape-man, yet his every
sense was alert to all that passed about him;
and his hearing and his sense of smell reached
out far beyond the visible scene. It was to the
latter that Usha, the wind, bore a warning, to
his sensitive nostrils—the scent spoor of an
approaching Gomangani. Instantly Tarzan was
galvanized into alert watchfulness. He did not
seek to conceal himself nor escape, for he knew
that only one native was approaching. Had there
been more, he would have taken to the trees and
watched their approach from the concealment of
the foliage of some mighty patriarch of the
forest, for it is only by eternal vigilance that
a denizen of the jungle survives the constant
threat of the greatest of all killers—man...
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