 Farzan of the eight brought to you from out the pages of Edgar Rice Burroughs amazing The jungle dawn claims into another day Farzan wait and sirs His hands up raises his arms high above his head He gave you the ball all around the waking animals yawn and fresh Little birds try to eliminate like monkeys camper about in sheer joy at being alive Off to the edge of the brush he sees his son a snake unwind his sinuous length and glide off into the tall drows Is in front of a fish factory or cheetah's cub? Far below and to the left Tantor the elephant Farzan's friend Sedately makes his way along the trail Santor is going to bathe himself in the cool waters of the pool Farzan reaches up swings himself off into the upper terrace rapidly he overtakes Tantor He calls on his friend to wait Tantor hears and lifting his trumpets of greeting to Tarzan Dropping hand over hand down the familiar vines Tarzan drops to the board back of the mammoth beast Tarzan greets Tantor seats himself behind the flapping ears and together they wend their way to the water At the little hut in the clearing Professor Porter and his friends have a reason from their slumbers breakfast is almost over Just a drop more coffee if you please Your appetite doesn't need to be well for my cooking sessions This out-of-door there does make food taste good Out-of-door air in heat to land us although I know that you are a well educated man I am sometimes perfectly aghast at your phrase Elegy, Mr. Philander probably means that living in the open gives one an appetite daddy exactly then he should choose his mediums of expression with more meticulous Scholasticism where you understood me professor, but that's not the point at the point at all in source communication whether by book or manual sign is Precisely Oh, thank you. Thank you my lover. I believe I will take some more bacon That's all. What are you worrying about? You think this thoughtful? What are you thinking about? Well, to be frank with you I've been wondering about my uncle John Lord, yes, I've been wondering one cannot but help to speculate Our finding Lord and Lady Greece took diary here. This my soul house stupid office. Why did I not think of this before? Go ahead professor. Go ahead What what was that you said Philander? I didn't say anything you did you said you'd thought of something Yes, tell me Clayton You think a Greek stock Stokes diary was kept up the time of the time of his demise Presumably so of course one cannot assure her naturally naturally Well, I thought there might be some entry that might disclose our approximate Longitude and latitude that there only were but I've already looked very closely. I'm sorry professor All great folks seems to have had no more idea of it. Where abouts when do we but surely Greece told us took you where he was Going so did we very but that doesn't help us now true true But I I would have thought that from the last reading of the Sun taken by the ship officers That would get daddy the fair crew knew me just as I was in and that possibly to the last there were no reading Yes, yes most regrettable Most regrettable if only I had devoted some of my time to the study of navigation or even astronomical Mathematics so much of my leisure time could have been devoted to other On the off chance that you might have some future time be shipwrecked or marooned or cast upon a desert shore That's the land of such self-condemnation displays a very fine spirit, but but somewhat unnecessary more big Dental the daddy now seems a good time at any to ask for an explanation. Yes, my dear. Yes, that's Explanation of what why you told me we were going on an Archaeological excavating survey when in truth you were on a hunt for buried treasure. Ah, well, that's that my dear Is it just somewhat lengthy? And don't forget Jane had you not thrown the map of the treasure overboard We should know where we are because the latitude and longitude were marked on that map Well, that's a very brilliant defense for ever but with one flaw if Jane had not thrown the map overboard We would not be anywhere except at the bottom of the sea quite right Clayton Jane saved our lives and you professor Archimedes few quarter I'm surprised at you defending yourself by means of legal tricking That'll bring in an irrelevant accusation other result chain would have been the same the finding of the treasure Would have financed the Archaeological survey the house objective idea. Well, personally, I'd be very much surprised if there is such a treasure I know now Jane and you must not talk in such derogatory terms of my very good friend And the name gets me to the moment. Oh, yes, yes, a bookseller in Philadelphia You mean the stamp collector in Baltimore. Ah, yes. Yes, of course, but anyway, he's a very good friend I assure you otherwise he would never have casted me with the map But you paid a thousand dollars for that man Again, you greet me deeply such such a falsity of confidence in your father. Why don't you say something to lander? From internal evidence, sir. I am convinced The way our supply of 10 meters getting awfully low. Well, suppose I take a rifle and do a little shooting, right? Ah, yes, Clayton. Yes, perhaps in there nice juicy tape on ah Well, I was hardly thinking you keep on but I thought perhaps from the ball or eventually young dear Shall I go along Clayton as as beater? I believe it's called Don't you hunters always have one right for decent of you and all that but I fancy not you understand Scare the game. That's not a thing, you know, that's true. I might Very well, then I shall remain here and well, what shall I do? Yes, and there's a bit of the back wall that we've chinking I found a deposit of play that will do the trick It's done by the stream. Come along if you like and I'll show it to you on the way All right I think this rifle is all yes, it's fine. Well, I'll tell you I'll be right back Don't look the water hole cars and life flat on the muddy edge Payton the water sucking up in great drafts his morning drink Majesticly his friend and for the elephant and beside him Alternately drinking and playing the cool water over his tray hide with his finger Our van flashes the clear water over his live form and then spring directs and skirting the edge of the pool Strives to the forest brain Springing upward and swinging his way through the trees He leisurely makes his way along the eighth trail that leads to the beach and his hut Stop. What was that? No beef of the jungle makes such a noise when breaking cover that breaking the fridge that family of leaves is made by a ma and Quickly Tarzan thrust aside the screen leaves He looks down a shimmering dancing shaft of sunlight cutting its way between two giant trees and there in the clear space at the crossing of the trails Stands creeping the stick that makes the big noise his rifle is after ready as he peers in temporary at heart Other bore half hidden in the groom of the mattered undergrowth Clayton raises the rifle the shot power through the infuriated boot shoulder is a charger Clayton goes back to write with the ejector jam the empty shell hangs in the beach The interest of grips the rifle by the barrel. He swings it's water in the frame I am a beam head lord dripping first man I gave him water charges Clayton touches his foot in a trailing fire and he sumbled. The boy is bloodshot eyes staring straight head misses the fallen man It's open to the more like lightning it turns but before it can charge Tarzan knife in hand drops on the brooch leathery back And down the bronze arm flashes and it's over What are the poor is dead? Thanks my rifle jam once again. I owe you my life. I'm again. He has on bundled Horta Tarzan points to the bullet hole in Horta's shoulder Clayton shakes his head. Sorry old man I don't understand but we were running in short of meat bore Eat Clayton points to the carcass and then to his mouth Tarzan understands He nods his head then down and with never enough at hoist the dead bore to his shoulder and takes to the trees followed by the Indignant chatter of disturbed and scolding monkeys that they carry this burden through the high branches for the huts