Tarzan of the Apes - Chapters 15 & 16 - Redhead Rewriting Reality

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Welcome to Redhead Rewriting Reality by Kimberly Sue Iverson
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I was recording before only to discover that I had recorded a

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full chapter without recording anything.
I guess when I tapped the recordbutton it did not take and I've
been waiting for the dogs to quiet down because I was going
to rerecord and suddenly they are up at Adam and have to walk
around everywhere. So hopefully they have calmed

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down a little bit. This week we are reading Tarzan
of the Apes chapters 15 and 16 by Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Last week we left off with Jane coming to the island, her father

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and his forget what he was his buddy and Jane and Esmeralda
were left in the small cabin while Clayton went looking for
her father. Jane had to fire off the gun
because Sabora the lioness had discovered they were inside and

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she wanted inside to get at them.
So Jane fired fired the pistol that she was left by Clayton,
but the only thing it did was basically anger Sabor and make
her try even harder to get into the little cabin.
So this is Tarzan of the Apes byEdgar Rice Burroughs, chapters

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15 and 16 read by your host, Kimberly Sue Iverson, and
hopefully this is actually goingto record this time.
Chapter 15, the forest God. When Clayton heard the report of

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the firearm, he fell into an agony of fear and apprehension.
He knew that one of the sailors might be the author of it, but
the fact that he had left the revolver with Jane, together
with the overwrought condition of his nerves, made him morbidly

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positive that she was threatenedwith some great danger.
Perhaps even now she was attempting to defend herself
against some savage man or beast.
What were the thoughts of his strange captor or guide?
Clayton could only vaguely conjecture, but that he had

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heard the shot and was in some manner affected by it was quite
evident, for he quickened his pace so appreciably that
Clayton, stumbling blindly in his wake, was down a dozen times
in as many minutes in a vain effort to keep pace with him,

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and soon was left hopelessly behind.
Fearing that he again would be irretrievably lost, he called
aloud to the wild man ahead of him, and in a moment had the
satisfaction of seeing him drop lightly to his side from the
branches above. For a moment Tarzan looked at

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the young man closely, as thoughundecided as to just what was
best to do. Then, stooping down before
Clayton, he motioned him to grasp him about the neck, and
with the white man upon his back, Tarzan took to the trees.
The next few minutes the young Englishman never forgot.

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High into bending and swaying branches, he was born with what
seemed to him incredible swiftness, while Tarzan chafed
at the slowness of his progress.From one lofty branch, the agile
creature swung with Clayton through a dizzy arc to a

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neighboring tree. Then for 100 yards maybe, the
sure feet threaded a maze of interwoven limbs, balancing like
a tightrope Walker high above the black depths of virture
beneath. From the first sensation of
chilling fear, Clayton passed toone of keen admiration and envy

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of those giant muscles, and thatwondrous instinct or knowledge
which guided this forest God through the inky blackness of
the night as easily and safely as Clayton would have strolled a
London St. at high noon. Occasionally they would enter a

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spot where the foliage above wasless dense, and the bright rays
of the moon lit up before Clayton's wondering eyes the
strange path they were traversing.
At such times the man fairly caught his breath at sight of
the horrid depths below them, for Tarzan took the easiest way

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which often LED over 100 feet above the earth.
And yet, with all his seeming speed, Tarzan was in reality
feeling his way with comparativeslowness, searching constantly
for limbs of adequate strength for the maintenance of this

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double weight. Presently they came to the
clearing before the beach. Tarzan's quick ears had heard
the strange sounds of Sabor's efforts to force her way through
the lattice, and it seemed to Clayton that they dropped a
straight 100 feet to earth, so quickly did Tarzan descend.

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Yet when they struck the ground it was with scarce ajar, and as
Clayton released his hold on theape man, he saw him dart like a
squirrel for the opposite side of the cabin.
The Englishman sprang quickly after him, just in time to see

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the hind quarters of some huge animal about to disappear
through the window of the cabin.As Jane opened her eyes to a
realisation of the imminent peril which threatened her, her
brave young heart gave up at last its final vestige of hope.

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But then, to her surprise, she saw the huge animal being slowly
drawn back through the window, and in the moonlight beyond she
saw the heads and shoulders of two men.
As Clayton rounded the corner ofthe cabin to behold the animal

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disappearing within, it was alsoto see the ape man seize the
long tail in both hands, and, bracing himself with his feet
against the side of the cabin, throw all his mighty strength
into the effort to draw the beast out of the interior.

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Clayton was quick to lend a hand, but the ape man jabbered
to him in a commanding and peremptory tone, something which
Clayton knew to be orders, though he could not understand
them. At last, under their combined
efforts, the great body was slowly dragged farther and

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farther outside the window, and then there came to Clayton's
mind a dawning conception of therash bravery of his companion's
act. For a naked man to drag a
shrieking, clawing man eater forth from a window by the tail

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to save a strange white girl, was indeed the last word in
heroism. In so far as Clayton was
concerned, it was a very different matter, since the girl
was not only of his own kind andrace, but was the one woman in

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all the world whom he loved, though he knew that the lioness
would make short work of both ofthem.
He pulled with a will to keep itfrom Jane Porter, and then he
recalled the battle between thisman and the great black maned

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lion which he had witnessed a short time before, and he
commenced to feel more assurance.
Tarzan was still issuing orders which Clayton could not
understand. He was trying to tell the stupid
white man to plunge his poisonedarrows into Samoor's back and

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sides, and to reach the savage heart with the long, thin
hunting knife that hung at Tarzan's hip.
But the man would not understand, and Tarzan did not
dare release his hold to do the things himself, for he knew that

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the puny white man never could hold mighty Sabore alone.
For an instant, slowly the lioness was emerging from the
window. At last her shoulders were out,
and then Clayton saw an incredible thing.

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Tarzan, racking his brains for some means to cope single handed
with the infuriated beast, had suddenly recalled his battle
with turquoise. And as the great shoulders came
clear of the window, so that thelioness hung upon the sill only

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by her fore paws, Tarzan suddenly released his hold upon
the brute. With the quickness of a striking
rattler, he launched himself full upon Sabor's back, his
strong young arms seeking and gaining a full Nelson upon the

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beast as he had learned it that other day during his bloody
wrestling victory over Turquoise.
With a roar, the lioness turned completely over upon her back,
falling full upon her enemy. But the black haired giant only

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closed tighter, his hold pawing and tearing at earth and air.
Sabore rolled and threw herself this way and that in an effort
to dislodge this strange antagonist, but ever tighter and
tighter drew the iron bands thatwere forcing her head lower and

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lower upon her tawny breast. Higher crept the steel forearms
of the ape man about the back ofSabor's neck.
Weaker and weaker became the lioness's efforts.
At last Clayton saw the immense muscles of Tarzan's shoulders

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and biceps leap into corded knots beneath the silver
moonlight. There was a long, sustained and
supreme effort on the ape man's part in the vertebrae of Sabor's
neck parted with a sharp snap. In an instant Tarzan was upon

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his feet, and for the second time that day Clayton heard the
bull ape's savage roar of victory.
Then he heard Jane's agonized cry.
Cecil. Mr. Clayton.
Oh, what is it? What is it?

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Running quickly to the cabin door, Clayton called out that
all was right and shouted to herto open the door.
As quickly as she could. She raised the great bar and
fairly dragged Clayton within. What was that awful noise?

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She whispered, shrinking close to him.
It was the cry of the kill from the throat of the man who has
just saved your life. Miss Porter.
Wait, I will fetch him so you may thank him.
The frightened girl would not beleft alone, so she accompanied

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Clayton to the side of the cabin, where lay the dead body
of the lioness. Tarzan of the Apes was gone.
Clayton called several times, but there was no reply, and so
the two returned to the greater safety of the interior.

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What a frightful sound, cried Jane.
I shudder at the mere thought ofit.
Do not tell me that a human throat voiced that hideous and
fearsome shriek. But it did, Miss Porter, replied
Clayton. Or at least, if not a human

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throat, that of a forest God. And then he told her of his
experiences with this strange creature, of how twice the wild
man had saved his life, of the wondrous strength and agility
and bravery of the brown skin and the handsome face.

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I cannot make it out at all, he concluded.
At first I thought he might be Tarzan of the Apes, but he
neither speaks nor understands English, so that theory is
untenable. Well, whatever he may be, cried
the girl, we owe him our lives, and May God bless him and keep

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him in safety in his wild and savage jungle.
Amen, said Clayton fervently. For the good Lord's sake, ain't
I dead? The 2 turned to see Esmeralda
sitting upright upon the floor, her great eyes rolling from side

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to side as though she could not believe their testimony as to
her whereabouts. And now for Jane Porter.
The reaction came, and she threwherself upon the bench, sobbing
with hysterical laughter. Chapter 16 Most REMARKABLE.

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Several miles South of the cabin, upon a strip of sandy
beach, stood 2 old men arguing. Before them stretched the broad
Atlantic. At their backs was the Dark
Continent. close around them loomed the impenetrable

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blackness of the jungle. Savage beasts roared and
growled. Noises, hideous and weird,
assailed their ears. They had wandered for miles in
search of their camp, but alwaysin the wrong direction.

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They were as hopelessly lost as though they suddenly had been
transported to another world. At such a time, indeed, every
fibre of their combined intellects must have been
concentrated upon the vital question of the minute, the life

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and death question to them of retracing their steps to camp.
Samuel T Philander was speaking.But my dear professor, he was
saying, I still maintain that but for the victories of
Ferdinand and Isabella over the 15th century Moors in Spain, the

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world would be today 1000 years in advance of where we now find
ourselves. The Moors were essentially A
tolerant, broad minded, liberal race of agriculturists, artisans
and merchants, the very type of people that has made possible
such civilization as we find to day in America and Europe.

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While the Spaniards tut tut dear, Mr. Flander, interrupted
Professor Porter, their religionpositively precluded the
possibilities you suggest. Muslimism was, is and always
will be a blight on that scientific progress which has

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marked. Bless me, Professor.
Interjected Mr. Flander, who hadturned his gaze towards the
jungle. There seems to be someone
approaching. Professor Archimedes Q Porter
turned in the direction indicated by the near sighted
Mr. Flander. Tut, tut, But, Mr. Flander, he

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chided, how often must I urge you to seek that absolute
concentration of your mental faculties which alone may permit
you to bring to bear the highestpowers of intellectuality upon
the momentous problems which naturally fall to the lot of

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great minds. And now I find you guilty of a
most flagrant breach of courtesyin interrupting my learned
discourse to call attention to amere quadruped of the genus.
Fellas, as I was saying, Mr. Heaven's professor, a lion,

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cried Mr. Flander, straining hisweak eyes toward the dim figure
outlined against the dark tropical underbrush.
Yes, yes, Mr. Flander, if you insist upon employing slaying in
your discourse a lion. But as I was saying, bless me,

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Professor again interrupted Mr. Flander, permit me to suggest
that doubtless the Moors who were conquered in the 15th
century will continue in that most regrettable condition, for
the time being at least, even though we postpone discussion of

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that world calamity until we mayattain the enchanting view of
yon Feliz Carnivora, which distance proferbially is
credited with lending. In the meantime the lion had
approached with quiet dignity towithin 10 paces of the two men,

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where he stood curiously watching them.
The moon, The moonlight flooded the beach, and the strange group
stood out in bold relief againstthe yellow sand.
Most reprehensible, Most reprehensible, Exclaimed
Professor Porter, with a faint trace of irritation in his

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voice. Never, Mr. Flander, never before
in my life have I known one of these animals to be permitted to
roam at large from its cage. I shall most certainly report
this outrageous breach of ethicsto the directors of the adjacent

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zoological garden. Quite right, Professor, agreed,
Mr. Flander, and the sooner it is done the better.
Let us start now. Seizing the professor by the
arm, Mr. Philander set off in the direction that would put the

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greatest distance between themselves and the lion.
They had preceded but a short distance, when a backward glance
revealed to the horrified gaze of Mr. Philander that the lion
was following them. He tightened his grip upon the

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protesting professor and increased his speed.
As I was saying, Mr. Philander repeated Professor Porter.
Mr. Philander took another hastyglance rearward.
The lion also had quickened his gait, and was doggedly

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maintaining an unvarying distance between them.
He is following us, gasped Mr. Flander, breaking into a run.
Tut, tut, Mr. Flander remonstrated the professor.
This unseemly haste is most unbecoming to men of letters.

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What will our friends think of us, who may chance to be upon
the street, and witness our frivolous antics?
Pray let us proceed with more decorum.
Mr. Flanders stole another observation astern.

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The lion was bounding along in easy leaps scarce 5 paces
behind. Mr. Flander dropped the
professor's arm and broke into amad orgy of speed that would
have done credit to any varsity track team.

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As I was saying, Mr. Flander screamed Professor Porter as,
metaphorically speaking, he himself threw her into high.
He, too, had caught a fleeting backward glimpse of cruel yellow
eyes and half open mouth within startling proximity of his

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person with streaming coat tailsand shiny silk hat.
Professor Archimedes Q Porter fled through the moonlight close
upon the heels of Mr. Samuel T Philander.
Before them a point of the jungle ran out toward a narrow

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promontory, and it was for the heaven of the trees.
He saw there that Mister Samuel T Philander directed his
prodigious leaps and bounds, while from the shadows of this
same spot appeared 2 keen eyes in interested appreciation of

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the race. It was Tarzan of the Apes who
watched with face a grin, this odd game of follow the leader.
He knew the two men were safe enough from attack in so far as
the lion was concerned. The very fact that Numa had

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forgone such easy prey at all convinced the wise forest craft
of Tarzan that Numa's belly already was full.
The lion might stalk them until hungry again, but the chances
were that if not angered, he would soon tire of the sport and

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slink away to his jungle lair. Really the one great danger was
that one of the men might stumble and fall, and then the
yellow Devil would be upon him in a moment, and the joy of the
kill would be too great a temptation to withstand.

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So Tarzan swung quickly to a lower limb in line with the
approaching fugitives, and as Mr. Samuel T Flander came
panting and blowing beneath him,already too spent to struggle up
to the safety of the limb, Tarzan reached down and,

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grasping him by the collar of his coat, yanked him to the limb
by his side. Another moment brought the
professor within the sphere of the friendly grip, and he, too,
was drawn upward to safety, justas the baffled pneuma with a

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roar, leaped to recover his vanishing quarry.
For a moment the two men clung panting to the great branch,
while Tarzan squatted with his back to the stem of the tree,
watching them with mingled curiosity and amusement.

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It was the professor who first broke the silence.
I am deeply pained, Mr. Flander,that you should have evinced
such a paucity of manly courage in the presence of one of the
lower orders, and by your crass timidity, have caused me to

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exert myself to such an unaccustomed degree in order
that I might resume my discourse.
As I was saying, Mr. Philander, when you interrupted me the
Moors, Professor Archimedes Q Porter broke in.

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Mr. Philander, in icy tones. The time has arrived when
patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in the
mantle of virtue. You have accused me of
cowardice. You have insinuated that you ran

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only to overtake me, not to escape the clutches of the lion.
Have a care, Professor Archimedes Q Porter.
I am a desperate man, goaded by long-suffering.
Patience. The worm will turn.

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Tut tut, Mr. Flander. Tut tut, cautioned Professor
Porter. You forget yourself.
I forget nothing as yet, Professor Archimedes Q Porter.
But believe me, Sir, I I am tottering on the verge of

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forgetfulness as to your exaltedposition in the world of science
and your Gray hairs. The professor sat in silence for
a few minutes. In the darkness hid the grim
smile that wreathed his wrinkledcountenance.
Presently he spoke. Look here, skinny Flander, he

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said in belligerent tones. If you are looking for a scrap,
peel off your coat and come on down on the ground and I'll
punch your head, just as I did 60 years ago in the alley back
of Porky Evans's barn. Ark gasped the astonished Mr.

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Flander. Lordy, how good that sounds when
you're human, Ark. I love you, but somehow it seems
as though you had forgotten how to be human for the last 20
years. The professor reached out a
thin, trembling old hand throughthe darkness until it found his

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old friend's shoulder. Forgive me skinny, he said
softly. It hasn't been quite 20 years
and God alone knows how hard I have tried to be human for
Jane's sake, and yours too, since he took my other Jane
away. Another old hand stole up from

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Mr. Flanders side to clasp the one that lay upon his shoulder,
and no other message could better have translated the one
heart to the other. They did not speak for some
minutes. The lion below them paced
nervously back and forth. The third figure in the tree was

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hidden by the dense shadows nearthe stem.
He too was silent, motionless asa graven image.
You certainly pulled me up into this tree just in time, said the
professor at last. I want to thank you.
You saved my life. But I didn't pull you up here,

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Professor, said Mr. Flander. Bless me.
The excitement of the moment quite caused me to forget that I
myself was drawn up here by someoutside agency.
There must be someone or something in this tree with us,
eh, Ejaculated Professor Porter.Are you quite positive, Mr.

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Flander? Most positive, professor,
replied Mr. Flander. And he added, I think we should
thank the party. He may be sitting right next to
you now, Professor, eh? What's that?
Tut, tut, Mr. Flander, Tut, tut,said Professor Porter, edging

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cautiously nearer to Mr. Flander.
Just then it occurred to Tarzan of the Apes that Numa had
loitered beneath the tree for a sufficient length of time.
So he raised his young head toward the heavens and there
rang out upon the terrified earsof the two old men the awful

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warning challenge of the anthropoid.
The two friends, huddled trembling in their precarious
position on the limb, saw the great lion halt in his restless
pacing as the blood curdling crysmote his ears and then slink

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quickly into the jungle to be instantly lost to view.
Even the lion trembles in fear, whispered Mr. Flander.
Most remarkable. Most remarkable, murmured
Professor Porter, clutching frantically at Mr. Flander to

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regain the balance which the sudden fright had so perilously
endangered. Unfortunately for them both, Mr.
Philander's centre of equilibrium was at that very
moment hanging upon the ragged edge of nothing, so that it
needed but the gentle impetus supplied by the additional

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weight of Professor Porter's body to topple the devoted
secretary from the limb. For a moment they swayed
uncertainly, and then with mingled and most unscholarly
shrieks, they pitched headlong from the tree, walked in

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frenzied embrace. It was quite some moments ere
either moved, for both were positive that any such attempt
would reveal so many breaks and fractures as to make further
progress impossible. At length Professor Porter made
an attempt to move one leg. To his surprise it responded to

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his will as in days gone by. He now drew up its mate and
stretched it forth again. Most remarkable.
Most remarkable, he murmured. Thank God, professor, whispered
Mr. Flander fervently. You are not dead.

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Then. Tut tut Mr. Flander, Tut tut,
cautioned Professor Porter. I do not know with accuracy as
yet. With infinite solicitude,
Professor Porter wiggled his right arm.
Joy. It was intact.
Breathlessly he waved his left arm above his prostate body.

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It waved. Most remarkable.
Most remarkable, he said. To whom are you signalling,
professor? Asked Mr. Philander in an
excited tone. Professor Porter designed to
make no response to his peril inquiry.
Instead, he raised his head gently from the ground, nodding

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it back and forth a half dozen times.
Most remarkable, he breathed. It remains intact.
Mr. Flander had not moved from where he had fallen.
He had not dared the attempt. How indeed, could one move and
one's arms and legs and back were broken?

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One eye was buried in the soft loam, the other, rolling
sideways, was fixed in awe upon the strange gyrations of
Professor Porter. How sad, Exclaimed Mr. Flander
half aloud. Concussion of the brain, super

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inducing total mental aberration.
How very sad indeed. And for one still so young,
Professor Porter rolled over upon his stomach.
Gingerly he bowed his back untilhe resembled a huge tomcat in
proximity to a yelping dog. Then he sat up and felt of

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various portions of his anatomy.They are all here, he exclaimed
most remarkable. Whereupon he arose, and bending
A scathing glance upon the stillprostate form of Mr. Samuel T
Philander, he said, Tut, tut, Mr. Flander, this is no time to

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indulge in slothful ease. We must be up and doing.
Mr. Philander lifted his other eye out of the mud and gazed in
speechless rage at Professor Porter.
Then he attempted to rise, nor could there have been any more

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surprised than he when his efforts were immediately crowned
with marked success. He was still bursting with rage,
however, at the cruel injustice of Professor Porter's
insinuation, and was on the point of rendering A tart
rejoinder, when his eyes fell upon a strange figure standing a

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few paces away, scrutinizing them intently.
Professor Porter had recovered his shiny silk hat, which he had
brushed carefully upon the sleeve of his coat and replaced
upon his head, when he saw Mr. Flander pointing to something

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behind him. He turned to behold a giant,
naked but for a loincloth and a few metal ornaments, standing
motionless before him. Good evening, Sir, said the
professor, lifting his hat for reply.

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The giant motioned them to follow him and set off up the
beach in the direction from which they had recently come.
I think it's the better part of discretion to follow him, said
Mr. Flander. Tut tut, Mr. Flander returned
the professor a short time sinceyou were advancing a most

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logical argument and substantiation of your theory
that can't play directly South of us.
I was sceptical, but you finallyconvinced me.
So now I am positive that towardthe South we must travel to
reach our friends. Therefore, I shall continue

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South. But, Professor Porter, this man
may know better than either of us.
He seems to be indigenous to this part of the world.
Let us at least follow him for ashort distance.
Tut, tut, Mr. Flander repeated the professor.
I am a difficult man to convince, but when once

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convinced my decision is unalterable, I shall continue in
the proper direction if I have to circumambulate the continent
of Africa to reach my destination.
Further argument was interruptedby Tarzan, who, seeing that
these strange men were not following him, had returned to

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their side. Again he beckoned to them, but
still they stood in argument. Presently the ape man lost
patience with their stupid ignorance.
He grasped the frightened Mr. Flander by the shoulder, and
before that worthy gentleman knew whether he was being killed

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or merely maimed for life, Tarzan had tied one end of his
rope securely about Mr. Flander's neck.
Tut, tut, Mr. Flander remonstrated Professor Porter,
it is most unbaseeming in you tosubmit to such indignities.

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But scarcely were the words out of his mouth ere he, too, had
been seized and securely bound by the neck with the same rope.
Then Tarzan set off toward the north, leading the now
thoroughly frightened professor and his secretary.

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In deathly silence. They proceeded for what seemed
hours to the two tired and hopeless old men, but presently,
as they topped a little rise of ground, they were overjoyed to
see the cabin line before them not 100 yards distant.

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Here Tarzan released them, and, pointing toward the little
building, vanished into the jungle beside them.
Most remarkable. Most remarkable, gasped the
professor. But you see, Mr. Philander, that

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I was quite right, as usual, andbut for your stubborn
wilfulness, we should have escaped a series of most
humiliating, not to say dangerous, accidents.
Pray allow yourself to be guidedby a more mature and practical

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mind hereafter, when in need of wise counsel.
Mr. Samuel T Philander was too much relieved at the happy
outcome to their adventure to take umbrage at the Professor's
cruel fling. Instead, he grasped his friend's

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arm and hastened him forward in the direction of the cabin.
It was a much relieved party of castaways that found itself once
more united. Don discovered them still
recounting their various adventures, and speculating upon

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the identity of the strange guardian and protector they had
found on this savage shore. Esmeralda was positive that it
was none other than an Angel of the Lord, sent down especially
to watch over them. Had you seen him devour the raw

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meat of the Lion? Esmeralda laughed.
Clayton, you would have thought him a very material Angel.
There was nothing heavenly abouthis voice, said Jane Porter,
with a little shudder at recollection of the awful roar

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which had followed the killing of the lioness.
Nor did it precisely comport with my preconceived ideas of
the dignity of divine messengers, remarked Professor
Porter, when the awe when the ahgentlemen tied 2 highly

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respectable and erudite scholarsneck to neck, and dragged them
through the jungle as though they had been cows.
End of chapters 15 and 16 of Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice

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Mr. Philander took another hastyglance.
Rear rear ward. Rear ward.
Rear ward. Can't say the word.
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