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But
into
the
mind
of
Tarzan
a
great
plan
sprang
.
He
had
killed
the
fierce
Tublat
,
so
was
he
not
therefore
a
mighty
fighter
?
Now
would
he
track
down
the
crafty
Sabor
and
slay
her
likewise
.
He
would
be
a
mighty
hunter
,
also
.
At
the
bottom
of
his
little
English
heart
beat
the
great
desire
to
cover
his
nakedness
with
CLOTHES
for
he
had
learned
from
his
picture
books
that
all
MEN
were
so
covered
,
while
MONKEYS
and
APES
and
every
other
living
thing
went
naked
.
CLOTHES
therefore
,
must
be
truly
a
badge
of
greatness
;
the
insignia
of
the
superiority
of
MAN
over
all
other
animals
,
for
surely
there
could
be
no
other
reason
for
wearing
the
hideous
things
.
Many
moons
ago
,
when
he
had
been
much
smaller
,
he
had
desired
the
skin
of
Sabor
,
the
lioness
,
or
Numa
,
the
lion
,
or
Sheeta
,
the
leopard
to
cover
his
hairless
body
that
he
might
no
longer
resemble
hideous
Histah
,
the
snake
;
but
now
he
was
proud
of
his
sleek
skin
for
it
betokened
his
descent
from
a
mighty
race
,
and
the
conflicting
desires
to
go
naked
in
prideful
proof
of
his
ancestry
,
or
to
conform
to
the
customs
of
his
own
kind
and
wear
hideous
and
uncomfortable
apparel
found
first
one
and
then
the
other
in
the
ascendency
.
As
the
tribe
continued
their
slow
way
through
the
forest
after
the
passing
of
Sabor
,
Tarzan
's
head
was
filled
with
his
great
scheme
for
slaying
his
enemy
,
and
for
many
days
thereafter
he
thought
of
little
else
.
On
this
day
,
however
,
he
presently
had
other
and
more
immediate
interests
to
attract
his
attention
.
Suddenly
it
became
as
midnight
;
the
noises
of
the
jungle
ceased
;
the
trees
stood
motionless
as
though
in
paralyzed
expectancy
of
some
great
and
imminent
disaster
.
All
nature
waited
--
but
not
for
long
.
Faintly
,
from
a
distance
,
came
a
low
,
sad
moaning
.
Nearer
and
nearer
it
approached
,
mounting
louder
and
louder
in
volume
.
The
great
trees
bent
in
unison
as
though
pressed
earthward
by
a
mighty
hand
.
Farther
and
farther
toward
the
ground
they
inclined
,
and
still
there
was
no
sound
save
the
deep
and
awesome
moaning
of
the
wind
.
Then
,
suddenly
,
the
jungle
giants
whipped
back
,
lashing
their
mighty
tops
in
angry
and
deafening
protest
.
A
vivid
and
blinding
light
flashed
from
the
whirling
,
inky
clouds
above
.
The
deep
cannonade
of
roaring
thunder
belched
forth
its
fearsome
challenge
.
The
deluge
came
--
all
hell
broke
loose
upon
the
jungle
.
