Edgar Rice Burroughs

Jungle Tales of Tarzan Edgar Rice Burroughs

TEEKA, STRETCHED AT luxurious ease in the shade of the tropical forest, presented, unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young, feminine loveliness. Orat least so thought Tarzan of the Apes, who squatted upon a low-swinging branchin a near-by tree and looked down upon her. Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of the jungle-forestgiant, his brown skin mottled by the brilliant equatorial sunlight which percolatedthrough the leafy canopy of green above him, his clean-limbed body relaxed ingraceful ease, his shapely head partly turned in contemplative absorption and hisintelligent, gray eyes dreamily devouring the object of their devotion, you wouldhave thought him the reincarnation of some demigod of old. You would not have guessed that in infancy he had suckled at the breast of ahideous, hairy she-ape, nor that in all his conscious past since his parents hadpassed away in the little cabin by the landlocked harbor at the jungle's verge, he hadknown no other associates than the sullen bulls and the snarling cows of the tribeof Kerchak, the great ape