Edgar Rice Burroughs

The War Chief Edgar Rice Burroughs

NAKED but for a G-string, rough sandals, a bit of hide and a buffalo headress, asavage warrior leaped and danced to the beating of drums. Encircling fires, womantended, sent up curling tongues of flame, lighting, fitfully, sweat- glistening shoulders, naked arms and legs. Distorted shadows, grotesque, mimicking, danced with the savage and his fellows. Above them, dark and mysterious and weirdly exaggerated by the night, loomed theGrampian Hill