 From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence comes one of the most colorful figures of all time. Transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan and Black Ivory. Stories about the Marwa tribe that drawn Tarzan to the far mountain country, where according to the legend of the lowland, there lived a super race. The people had been described as seven feet in height and it was said that they could wrestle with Sheeta, the panther, outrun Barra, the deer and bend a young tree for a bow. The legend proved an exaggeration, but Tarzan did find the Marwa people exceedingly tall and handsome and strong. None possessed more of these jungle attributes than Velda, the dusky, dark-eyed daughter of the chief. Ha ha ha! I'll catch you all right. Watch out! Here I come! So I couldn't catch you, huh? Aren't you a rocket? All right, Clandy. You admit that I can swim faster than you? Tarzan, swim faster and run better than any Marwa. That is why my father, the chief, make Tarzan son of tribe. I'm happy about that, Velda. For I've never known any tribe as brave as yours. As ours. Never before have Marwa take stranger as son. And this only because Tarzan is mighty hunter and fisher. Well, if I'm a good fisherman, I'd better take these fish I spared back to the camp and clean them. Oh, no. No, Tarzan must not. What? That is job for Tarzan's woman. Tarzan's woman? Oh, now wait a minute, Velda. Who does not Tarzan like, Velda? Of course I like you. And is not Velda beautiful in Tarzan's eyes? I think you're as lovely as the blossoms of the jungle occasion. But you are the promised one of Kelo. Oh, no more. Not since night Tarzan bested Kelo in wrestling contest. Now, only Tarzan can marry daughter of chief of great Marwa tribe. When Goro the moon comes to fullness again, Velda will become Tarzan's slave forever. I don't like that word slave, Velda. You'll never be any man's slave, not mine or anyone else's, so long as I have strength with which to fight. The reputation of the great Marwa tribe that spread even so far as Port Said on the edge of the distant Mediterranean. There, in a ramshackle building on a narrow side street, a man in the flowing robes of the Bedouin thought about these great strong people as he waited for a caller. Enter. Hardly see that you, Egypt. It is indeed, Captain Marco. Egypt Benzaman bid you enter and close the door. Okay. Come near to me, mighty captain of the sea. You're going to hold that mighty captain of the sea business and tell me what all this mystery is about. I know of no mystery, my worthy captain. Not much you don't. Sending one of those Hawkeye messengers to my ship and making me meet you here in this part of town? What do you want? Your tongue is sharp, friend, for one whose ship cannot find cargo among the reputable merchants of Port Said. All right, so you found out I'm broke, so hard. Egypt Benzaman wishes but to improve the fortunes of his friend. I know of rich cargo for your ship to carry to distant ports. The kind of cargo you ship is too risky. Ah, but this time it is neither the seed of the popping or the guns our government has elected to term contraband. What then? This time you shall carry black ivory. Black ivory? To translate the jargon of a crass world, slaves. Slaves? In this day and age? There are still many markets, including countries which claim to be opposed to all forms of slavery. Well, maybe so. But I'm not getting into a racket like that. I think you are, Captain Marco. There is much Egypt Benzaman could arrange to have the Port authorities learn about some of your past cargos. Well... You will profit handsomely. My emissaries tell me of a Marwa tribe whose people are tall and handsome and strong. They will bring many pieces of gold. Suppose I agree. How do you know I'll still be in port when you bring them back? Because I'm taking you with me, Captain Marco. My men wait outside this hall now. One will carry a message back to your ship. A message wherein you command your crew to await your return when your business in the jungle is completed. How do you know I won't spoil your game? I have planned long for this. I have come many days' journey for this meeting in Port Said. Anyone who attempts to spoil my game will die. I cannot if the infidel is a man of the sea or a creature of the jungle. We will return to Tarzan in just a moment. A full whistle of the Cape to Cairo Railroad engine sounded in the night. And aboard the train traveling from Port Said to Fashoda in the Sudan country, were Captain Marco, Egypt Benzaman and the cunning sheik's two fierce Bedouin followers, Kedur Benhusan and Bader Benjafar, who sat in a corner saying nothing, but their hands remained on their cuisers and their narrow eyes seldom left their sheik and the infidel dog sea captain. How do they keep sitting there staring at me? Perhaps they doubt your full enthusiasm for our plan. Maybe they're right. Four men gone into the jungle to try to capture a whole tribe of huge savages. When we leave the train at Fashoda, we will be met by my men, more than a double score of cunning shifters skilled in the art of taking slaves. I see. They will have with them camels and fleet of Arabian horses, the tools of their trade, and to wear with all for a comfortable menzil. Menzil? Encampment. Forgive me for forgetting that you are a cultured foreigner who knows not the crude language of Muhammad. Yeah. Well, so these shifter guys catch the blacks. What then? We return all the way to Port Said by caravan and load them directly into your ship. Yeah, no one stops us or asks questions, huh? No one questions the content of a closed packing case unless there are sounds of protest from within. Yeah, that's just the point. You think those blacks aren't gonna scream murder? For those that babble, there is always the heated iron that removes the tongue almost painlessly. But the moon did not yet come to its fullness and Tarzan wrestled with the problem of breaking off with Velda without causing her hurt or making angry as brothers of the Malwa tribe. Already one of them, Kalo to whom Velda had been promised, looked upon Tarzan with unfriendly eyes. This day Tarzan walked from the camp deep into the jungle. Following him at a little distance came Velda and following her stealthily came Kalo. I heard someone. Who follows me? It is but your promised one, Velda. You should not follow me, Velda, especially not when I walk into the jungle. Why does Tarzan wander away from the Malwa camp? I am not used to being with people all the time, Velda. Perhaps I shall never learn. When the moon comes full and we are married, then Tarzan be real son to my father, and then perhaps it will be easier in the mind. I'm afraid not. Velda, how can I tell you? What words are there to explain that I can't marry you? Tarzan would shame Velda before the tribe. He has claimed her in ceremonial wrestling match. And now... I hear someone. Though the wind is against us, I sense the coming of enemies. I care not for enemies. If Tarzan will not have Velda, then she... Be still, woman. Who comes? I come. Kalo. What do you want, Kalo? Why do you follow me? Tarzan take Kalo's woman and against law of tribe he steal into woods with her before nuptial feast. I did not steal into the woods with her. I came for a walk. She followed to talk to me. Kalo see Velda cry. Surely Tarzan bring dishonor to tribe. Malwa make mistake when he take Tarzan as son. Tarzan not through Malwa. I am sorry, Kalo. But Kalo change mistake of tribe. Tarzan's name of Malwa tribe with Tarzan's blood. Those knife flashed high over his head and came down with terrific speed. But the sinewy hand of Tarzan caught Kalo's wrist and the knife dropped to the ground. A moment later Tarzan's knife clattered to the ground as he fell with Kalo on top of it. The men rolled over and over locked in savage struggle. Velda turned her back and ran right into the path of another spectator. Bologna, the gorilla. Picking her up in his gargantuan arms he hugged her to his hairy bosom and fled through the forest with her. As Tarzan and Kalo continued to struggle. Bologna is putting her down. Leaves and the dirt were red with blood. Now Bologna grasped Tarzan about the middle and began to squeeze with the enormous strength of his tremendous arms. Tarzan's breath left his body and his mind began to cloud. Then suddenly Tarzan's powerful hands found the gorilla's bull-like neck. They closed around the huge throat and they squeezed tighter and tighter and tighter. And at last Bologna's arms relaxed. Hideous jungle creature fell to the ground. Tarzan stumbled a few steps and then he fell at the base of a great tree exhausted. Only then did an interested group of spectators emerge from behind the large rocks and walked to the scene of a savage battle. The savage is unconscious. Did you ever see a fight like that better one? No Captain Marko. Never before have these eyes seen such a struggle. The gorilla dead. He has gone to his maker. Men, tie up the savage. Tie him up. Can't you see that he's right under that branch? We're not hunting for white men. What we do with an Azraini is to be decided by sheik Ajib Benzaman. He has a great reputation for wisdom and for his own particular brand of mercy. We'll continue with our story after this message. Benzaman. My subjects call me by that name but I find your form of address and your manner exceedingly impatient for a prisoner. When I regained consciousness I told your men I'd come willingly but your subjects insisted on prodding me and keeping me tied up. Tarzan is not used to such treatment. Tarzan? You are the famous Tarzan. Some call me Lord of the Jungle. Hey door, why have you taken this man prisoner? Untie him at once. I told him he was making a mistake. You are wise Captain Marko. Here I'll cut the bonds my filth. Thank you Benzaman. I was told you were a wise man and you live up to your reputation. I apologize for what has transpired. You are my guest. Even bring coffee and vines. May be seated Tarzan. Captain Marko. Okay door. I shall sit with you but I eat not the food of the Muslims. You will excuse me? Can't say I blame your son. Coffee they call it. Full of clothes and cinnamon. So sweet it makes you sick. And the food like some dive in Damascus. May forgive your crude remarks Captain Marko. And I excuse you from sitting with us. Yeah that's fine with me. Good luck to you Tarzan. Thank you Captain Marko. I cannot apologize enough for the indignities you suffered at the hands of my men Tarzan. Perhaps you will permit me to repay you by offering you the hospitality of my humble Menzil. I am very tired. I will accept your kind offer. I ask Tarzan to obey it containing a soft mat on which to sleep and see that he has every comfort. May Allah grant you sweet dreams Tarzan. You are most kind. I shall see you when the sun is in the heaven. I hesitate to question you my sheik but your actions furrow my brow with questions. Fool! Have you never before heard of Tarzan? No. Many times in the past as he thwarted his slave raiders. And yet you treat him like a friend. We had him tied helpless and you... Had we plunged a cue sign to him while he was bound every native and every beast in the jungle would have united against us. Yes. But instead we shall treat him as a dear friend. We shall persuade him to remain for a few days. By tomorrow night any doubts he may have had about us will have vanished. We shall be filled with sorrow dead in the next morning. But you said... We shall find Captain Marco the Nazrani guilty of the murder and we shall shoot him for his foul deed. That way we can cause no enmity and with Tarzan out of the way our hunt for black ivory will be simple. But won't we need Marco? When we return to Port Said we shall commandeer his ship. In that way we need not pay the dear captain his share of the loot. Who comes? It is Cador, my sheep. I bring a native who tried to steal by this sentry. He looks like a healthy young buck. Very strong and healthy, Buona. Only me not still past sentries. Me come to see a great sheep need work. A native looking for work? Me outlaw from tribe. Much strong. Do work good. There is much work to be done and the shifters have little heart for it. What can you do? Care for camels and horses? Hunt game? Cook for sheep? Hmm. All right. You can sleep with the animals. And we'll pay you what you're worth. Me thank Buona. What name do you call yourself? Name is Kalo. Who steals into my tent while I sleep? Hush Tarzan. It is Kalo. Kalo, how did you get here? Did they capture you? No, Kalo come to free Tarzan. But you are not bound. We sneak from camp now. Not yet. Do you know what these men are Kalo? Kalo knows. The sign's plain. They fooled me for a little while. When they thought I'd fallen asleep I slipped out. I found a wagon full of wrist locks and leg irons. We can't leave until we've forced them to quit the jungle. We need help. Kalo have plan. Get help with jungle drum. Send message to all of Marwa tribe when camp sleeps. What suppose they find you here? Arabs know Kalo here. Work for Arab as hunter and cook part of plan. In morning Tarzan must pretend he not know Kalo. Leave now. Just a minute. Why did you come to save me Kalo? Tarzan brave Marwa. That night Kalo's drum sounded in the jungle and from far off came the answer. The mighty Marwa tribe would send their fiercest Waziri to fight the slave raiders and they would follow the plan told them by the drums. The next day the plan was whispered to Tarzan and by the time the Arabs had gathered for their evening meal that night the jungle that skirted the men's eel was alive with native warriors. They raided the signal from the peaceful looking bat of the sheik. Bring us our evening meal. Pray be seated Tarzan. Captain Markle, Kado, Iben, the rest of you. My nose is assailed with a delicious odor. Kalo the black has provided us with a rare treat. He has hunted in the woods all day and has returned to cook the fruits of the hunt. What's with the re-past Kalo? Kalo bring food. Ah, meat much heavy. The entire animal turned on a spit. You are a rare jewel Kalo. Meat is wappy, the antelope taste fine, only too much for few men and Kalo have more meat to bring in called rest of men. That is a noble thought Kalo but all are present save for the centuries. Kalo in woods all day no enemies near come. He tells the truth. Our men comb the forest, no natives. If Gomangani were near, Tarzan would have caught the scent. Well all right, let the others come in. They've been restless and a good meal may help. Summon them Kado. Now then the food. Looks like good seafaring grub for a chain. One must admit the jungle finishes fine food for those who know how to capture it Tarzan. The jungle holds no mysteries for those who are part of it. But for those who would destroy it there is much danger. A month I've waited for a decent meal. Ah, here are the others. Enter men, for take plentifully of the meat. Kalo, more food. Kalo bring roast animal with an aroma like rich perfume. Oh, this is something like eaten. This meat, Captain Marco, ask for. Huh? The boy. The boy. The greatest of insults. Bringing the flesh of a swine to the table of an Arab. And you ordered it, Captain Marco? I swear I had. Taunting us about our coffee and our food and then this insult. No man can insult the faith of Egypt Benzaman. You speaking infidel dog! You can't slap me, you rascal! Egypt is reaching for his gun. She fell, pandemonium broke loose. Kado dropped. Marco fell with accuser in his heart. And as the confusion mounted a horde of fierce Swaziri flooded into the tent wielding wicked knives left and right. Kalo and Tarzan led the battle until no Arab remained in the men's ill of Egypt Benzaman. The full moon has come. People of Marwa tribe. And we are met for the marriage of Tarzan and Vilda. Are you ready for this marriage, my daughter? Yes, my father. Are you ready for this marriage, Tarzan? Great Chief. Members of the Marwa tribe. Before I came to your village Vilda was the promised one of Kalo. I won her from him through a wrestling match that was meant to prove me braver than he. But since then many things have happened. I was caught by the Tamangani and I was forced to go to their camp. But the brave Kalo came willingly into the camp of the enemy to save my life and to save all Marwa's from slavery. He has proven himself bravest and I cannot claim Vilda for my bride. You have spoken through my son and I decide Vilda would you take Kalo as husband? Kalo and Vilda are promised since childhood. Vilda take Kalo with happiness. Kalo, would you take Velda as wife? Kalo embraces Velda as wife and Tarzan as greatest of Marwa tribe. So be it. Let Nutshell Feast begin. We'll tell you about our next story in just a moment. In our next story we relate the experience of Tarzan and the Hooded Death. Nowhere in the jungle is a danger so great as the one to be feared from the Hooded Death. Elephants and lions and tigers shrink from its approach. Savages scream at the mention of its dread name. And you too will feel the chill of terror in the story we relate.