 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 bronze white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan and the missing yellow. Long ago, in appreciation of an invaluable service Tarzan had rendered them, the people of the Wakanori tribe had erected a cabin for his exclusive use and fitted it with native furniture of fine woods, animal pelts of incredible softness and tribal ornaments of rich gold and costly gems. For unlike much of the jungle, the land of the Wakanori was poutable and its people desired to share their wealth with the Lord of the Jungle. Not often did Tarzan tarry in this home they had made for him, but now he had returned. Manu, you're going to sweep the whole floor away. It's only made of hard-baked clay. Besides, you've done quite enough for me. Much work to do yet. Manu, stay. Seems that your Kitata wants to go home. Tarzan, wake him up with man's noises. Oh, sorry. But it can't be too comfortable jiggling around in your back as you sweep. Now, if you'd take my advice and... Long ago, men of Wakanori built Hema for Tarzan and Manu promised he'd always keep Hema clean. Even when Tarzan not here, Manu... Manu, you made that vow when you were a very young child. Now, you're grown. You have a fine husband and a lovely baby. And you have quite enough to do to take care of your own Hema. As soon as I brought some water from the reservoir, I shall have everything I need. There's no water in Red's water. What? But I passed it only a short time ago. It seemed as solid as the day I helped your tribe build it. And it's spread by a dozen jungle streams, so surely it couldn't have gone. Streams, fly up. Only water left and buried is small amounts in your river. But that water's not fit to drink. The red sun indicates many dry months ahead, and a severe drought could wipe out every animal and human in this entire portion of the great jungle. Nadio Tarzan. Chief of Wakanori know that great bowl of rocks Tarzan built is dry. Try fine springs, not fine. Dig wells deep, not strike water. Well, then you must move your village to another part of the jungle. To the mountains, north of here, perhaps. Tribe not move. His word of Lokemoku, which doctor of Wakanori. But why should he be opposed to a track if the very life of your tribe depends upon it? Well, answer Tarzan. Lokemoku. He's not which doctor who makes laws. But gods of Wakanori tribe. They speak to Lokemoku. Say, people of Wakanori stay in crawl where they live many years. Must obey word of God. Great Chief, you know that I respect your people and your beliefs. I wear upon my wrist the ruby symbol of your gods. For I consider it an honor when you bestowed it upon me. But now I say that if your gods insist that you stay here to perish of first, you must turn against them. You must find new gods who will lead you away from a land of ruin. Blasphemer, first man of Wakanori who go against word of gods, pays with life, will be struck down by anger of gods he defies. Philip's satisfaction was beginning to grow among the people and the witch doctor finally agreed to appeal to his deities. Under cover of darkness he left the village. But instead of heading for the temple deep in the jungle, he journeyed for a night and a day until he had reached a trading post within the shadows of the towering Miyazori Mountains. Trading post? Did it suddenly begun to resemble a fortress? Raised platforms have been built for strategic gun locations, a crew of rough-looking mystery ants had been imported to form a monthly army, and a spike fence of iron was being constructed around the entire stockade. I get that last piece of friendship at a place, you lazy louse. I didn't have it cornered 800 miles to let it get rusty while you loaf on the job. Oh, my friend the voodoo speeler. I didn't see you sneak up. Locomoco, not sneak up. Okay, get off your high horse and come on inside. I don't want to talk in front of these yags. Nadio, it's better Locomoco and Buonorudec hold Palava and Adonis. People of Okanori do, as Locomoco say, they not move. Soon, coffee or corn die in fields, fruit dry on vines. You're telling me, you see those nice shiny instruments over there? Nadio? Well, they cost a lot of dough. They've come a long way, but they've got your gods beat eight different ways when it comes to telling them about the weather. What they tell you, Buonorudec? That it ain't gonna rain for a long, long time. But then I'll have every jewel, every valuable pelt, every nugget of gold and tusk of ivory that's worth hauling back to civilization. I'll be glad to trade with me in a few weeks. All of them have been so high and mighty. And then they decide they don't want to play ball with Emil Rudik and rotten this sticking jungle. Before I'll give them a bite of food or a drop of water. Now, in the crawl of the Okanori, the signs of the coming famine became abundantly clear. The wild grasses on which the cattle had fed turned brown and useless. The coconuts became shrunken and distorted, and the riverbed was transformed into a pit of acrid dust. But still, the people of Okanori tarried. But Locomoco had returned from what he described as the journey to the home of the gods, the word that the deities had denied his petition. That the tribe must remain in their village until a sign was given. How long must your people wait for this sign, new speaker? Must we wait until all die? Locomoco has given word of gods. We must move. Death to first man of Okanori who departs from Crop. I cannot believe your gods have passed a death sentence on the entire Okanori tribe. I shall be the first to leave. Let them strike me down if it is their will. People of Okanori remained, but the animals abandoned the arid land in a mighty wave that swept everything from its path. Tarzan sped northward, far above the brawling animals, but he suddenly came to an abrupt halt as he heard a sound that could have been emitted by only one creature. Manu will end your suffering. My blades will move fast. Manu, what were you about to do? Drive from village, die. Others separated from Manu by animals. He thought I lost my life from lack of milk. Tell me, dead, how Manu? He would unshed up others. Then suddenly he dropped no sign on him. I shall take you back to the village. Then I shall get milk for your baby and return. Where Tarzan gets milk? From the trading post of Amil Rudek. Hey, jungle man, step lively. There's plenty of others waiting. Oh, I see. Hundreds of them, herded together like cattle. Look, I don't have to take your smart talk. I've got plenty of big men with big guns. So what'll it be? I want some milk. What you got to trade for it? A well-cured gorilla hide. One hide? That wouldn't get you an eyedropper fool. I might trade for that trinket you got on your wrist. Trinket? This bracelet contains an Oriental pigeon's blood ruby. It was given to me by... I ate it or said in its history. Okay, here you are. You propose to trade this invaluable bracelet for one small can of powdered milk in that tiny flakken of water? I don't propose nothing. That's the deal. Now you're holding up the line. Make up your mind quick. Take it or leave it? I'll take it. Here, Manu. Perhaps these may help. Mix them together, but give it to him sparingly. It may have to last for many days. Santa, Santa! Oh, Hale Gani! Men of Wakanari! People of village, much sick, hungry, thirsty. How much longer can you endure the false words of your witch doctor? See what happened to Kilni, first man to go against word of gods? I examined what was left of his body. And although I can prove nothing, I believe he was not the victim of a god's anger, but of a man's poison. You make careful with words, Tarzan. I shall say nothing more. For now. I'm more interested in the living. Do your gods still command you to sacrifice your entire tribe by staying here? No. Lokomoko have received signs. God say people pack everything of value. Helps gold ivory precious stone then take jungle trail to north by way trading post of Buona Rudec. And so the great migration began. A few of the natives yielded to temptation and Lokomoko's words and joined the long lines that sweltered outside of the trading post. But most of the tribe followed Tarzan up the tortuous trail that scaled the sheer palisades of the Miyazori's to Wajui Cabo, the green valley. This land of promise. So where is milk for Kitato? I will find some. The jungle provides everything. Water in Lake Hidu? The deal is pure. People of Wajinori are safe. Look Tarzan. Lokomoko comes. Well, mighty witch doctor. Did you learn the truth about your friend, Rudec? I come to save people from Tarzan's mistake. Mistake? Here you find fruits, berries, nuts, some game, but not last long. Soil, full rocks, shale. Can never grow corn, plantain in Wajui Cabo. Which doctor speaks truth Tarzan? Tell people you make mistake Tarzan. Tell them follow Lokomoko to trading post where white wanna give them food, water. Yes, as long as they're valuable to last. And then what? Slavery? No, Lokomoko. I refuse to believe that your gods desire the people to yield to either you or Rudec. You see proof of God's anger that people hear your voice. Yes, we'll come to him who first drank of water from Lake of Miyazori. She reached the lake ahead of the others. And it was her baby who first tasted it with water. To be aware of the witch doctor, but beyond that he could do little. The baby was but one small person and there were many lives at stake. Despite his exhausting search, however, Tarzan could find no answer to the great problem. This time the jungle refused to supply their needs. He returned to the makeshift village disheartened. But as he did so, a strange sight met his eye. Say that, man. You can start re-loading the equipment. Oh, Lord, you'd better move that tractor away from the edge of the cliff. It's taken too much effort of hauling it up here to take a chance of looting it. It was very important. Er, Eggleson, you'd better start your soil test at once. Greetings to you, city man. How'd you do? Just a trifle strange to find a white man's safari on top of a Congo mountain. Would you care to satisfy my curiosity and tell me the meaning of your presence and the reason for all this equipment? Oh, not at all. The name's Triton, Leslie Triton, head of the agricultural station, Becarata. We had word of your plight and we're here to do something about it, if we'd say possible. The jungle provides... Pardon? Nothing. I'm most happy to see you, sir. My name is Tarzan, and these unhappy people are of the Wakanori tribe. If you can tell them how to make this soil... Oh, I'm having young ladies who can make tests, but now that I've seen this land, I'm a bit skeptical. The lake furnaces a good source of water, and we brought seed and equipment along, but it's extremely doubtful if we can transform the share-laden soil into fertile earth. You have dynamite with you, Mr. Triton? We have some. Well, if you cannot make fertile soil of the Lake District, you must take the lake to fertile soil. Well, if it's possible that if we could wash the narrow gorge in just the right place, I, Joe, I think you've struck on something. Tarzan! Tarzan! Yes, Maru? There'd be much, there'd be much. Here, take this Dran, Dakitoru. Forgive it to him. Knowing that I could not keep my eye on the witch doctor all the time I prepared this yesterday, it's the jungle's most effective emetic. Had Kalne used it in time, he might have lived. Take care, Kitoto. Take rules of the Keter plan. Oh, take. Take. It's possible to live. You dare not put anything in milk of Kitoto, but you might have dropped a little of your voodoo medicine into the vessel that Manu used when she milked the ibex we obtained. Not true. Tarzan make lies to turn people against me. And you commit murders to fulfill what you claim are the prophecies of your God. He lived but not because of Lokomoku. But not matter now. Kalzen, you best get everyone back of this. There's a chance of dynamite right over there. We're about to let it fly. Everyone, get back. Everyone. We get back. Move back, everyone. Lokomoku, that includes you. Don't worry, I'm not going to touch you. You needn't put your hands up. In rude, extrading post where I left it. It's part of your payment like the gold I found in your tent for agreeing to sell your people into slavery. Here, I'm going to walk in on it. It's proof of your witch doctor's ability. Do not prove thing against Lokomoku. Lie. Lie. Careful. Careful, Lokomoku. You're running right into the pamphlet. There's one charge back Tarzan, but we were too late to stop the other one. Well, it was not your fault. And had he lived, he would have been condemned. But you don't realize what's happened, man. With only the one charge going off, the gorge has been cut in the wrong place. We'll need a retaining wall of concrete to channel the water in the light direction. Then how would we ever get cement up here? You see that tremendous hill of ants? Well, of course I do, but... It extends for miles, and the saliva of those ants makes a mortar stronger than any cement ever manufactured by man. You'll find when you know this land well enough that the jungle provides everything. Crazy. That's amazing, Tarzan. But I'm afraid there's still one missing element one the jungle can't possibly provide. A retaining wall of that size with the reinforcing rods of strong metal. And without them, we'll... And the thunderous hyup you. Not no. Look! By the droves. Coming to them like a... like a literate, friendly puppy. But that skill doesn't explain what... Who admired a tremendous manor. Down the sheer precipices of Miyazori went the mighty legion, right to the garrison trading posts of Udek. They smashed the form of a barricade, trampled the men who trained guns on them. In vain did Amur Udek try to marshal his demoralized army of clugs. And when in terror, he finally attempted to escape, he ran under the path of a toppling hog's head, there to be drowned. In the very water he had denied the thirsty. And when the battle had been won, the elephants under Tarzan's direction demolished the fortress and uprooted the spiked iron fence, which they laboriously transported back to Wajui Kabo, the Green Valley. Why you bring iron fence, Tarzan? It's obvious, Maru. You see before you the reinforcements for the concrete wall. LL fit the bell to it, Tarzan. And the water of the lake will flow into the parts jungle? Oh, before too long. We have the missing element, all right, Tarzan. What did? Tell me. How in the devil did you ever conceive of such an idea? Well, for a long time now I've been thinking that we've actually been fighting a sort of war with Udek. And then suddenly I remembered something I'd read in the only book translated into every language in the world. It suggested to me that if swords could be beaten into plowshares and spears into pruning hooks, then a spiked fence used in a war to deprive men of food. Might well be transformed into an instrument for peace and happiness. A frightened group of men threatened by death at the hands of savage beasts of the jungle. Defenseless animals killed by these men they seek to destroy. A small boy alone in a ghost city that's about to be demolished. And an angry Tarzan accused of being a spy. All of these end new death. Our next thrilling story of the Lord of the Jungle. One of the famous Edgar icebergs is produced by Walter White Jr. Prepared for radio by Bud Lesser with original music by Albert Blaster. This is a Commodore production.