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Tarzan
and the Golden Lion
SABOR, the
lioness, suckled her young—a single fuzzy ball,
spotted like Sheeta, the leopard. She lay in the
warm sunshine before the rocky cavern that was
her lair, stretched out upon her side with half
closed eyes, yet Sabor was alert. There had been
three of these little, fuzzy balls at first—two
daughters and a son—and Sabor and Numa, their
sire, had been proud of them; proud and happy.
But kills had not been plentiful, and Sabor,
undernourished, had been unable to produce
sufficient milk to nourish properly three lusty
cubs, and then a cold rain had come, and the
little ones had sickened. Only the strongest
survived —the two daughters had died. Sabor had
mourned, pacing to and fro beside the pitiful
bits of bedraggled fur, whining and moaning. Now
and again she would nose them with her muzzle as
though she would awaken them from the long sleep
that knows no waking. At last, however, she
abandoned her efforts, and now her whole savage
heart was filled with concern for the little
male cub that remained to her. That was why
Sabor was more alert than usual.
Numa, the lion, was away. Two nights before he
had made a kill and dragged it to their lair and
last night he had fared forth again, but he had
not returned. Sabor was thinking, as she half
dozed, of Wappi, the plump antelope, that her
splendid mate might this very minute be dragging
through the tangled jungle to her. Or perhaps it
would be Pacco, the zebra, whose flesh was the
best beloved of her kind—juicy, succulent Pacco.
Sabor's mouth watered...
 Tarzan
and the Ant-Men
IN the filth of a dark hut, in the
village of Obebe the cannibal, upon the banks of
the Ugogo, Esteban Miranda squatted upon his
haunches and gnawed upon the remnants of a half-cooked
fish. About his neck was an iron slave-collar
from which a few feet of rusty chain ran to a
stout post set deep in the ground near the low
entranceway that let upon the village street not
far from the hut of Obebe himself.
For a year Esteban Miranda had been chained thus,
like a dog, and like a dog he sometimes crawled
through the low doorway of his kennel and basked
in the sun outside. Two diversions had he; and
only two. One was the persistent idea that he
was Tarzan of the Apes, whom he had impersonated
for so long and with such growing success that,
like the good actor he was, he had come not only
to act the part, but to live it—to be it. He was,
as far as he was concerned, Tarzan of the Apes—there
was no other—and he was Tarzan of the Apes to
Obebe, too; but the village witch doctor still
insisted that he was the river devil and as such,
one to propitiate rather than to anger...

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