foliage above, precisely after the manner of Manu, the monkey, there
were loud exclamations of surprise and astonishment. For half an
hour they called to him to return, but as he did not answer them
they at last desisted, and sought the sleeping-mats within their
huts.

Tarzan went back into the forest a short distance until he had
found a tree suited to his primitive requirements, and then, curling
himself in a great crotch, he fell immediately into a deep sleep.

The following morning he dropped into the village street as
suddenly as he had disappeared the preceding night. For a moment
the natives were startled and afraid, but when they recognized
their guest of the night before they welcomed him with shouts and
laughter. That day he accompanied a party of warriors to the nearby
plains on a great hunt, and so dexterous did they find this white
man with their own crude weapons that another bond of respect and
admiration was thereby wrought.

For weeks Tarzan lived with his savage friends, hunting buffalo,
antelope, and zebra for meat, and elephant for ivory. Quickly he
learned their simple speech, their native customs, and the ethics
of their wild, primitive tribal life. He found that they were not
cannibals--that they looked with loathing and contempt upon men
who ate men.

Busuli, the warrior whom he had stalked to the village, told him
many of the tribal legends--how, many years before, his people
had come many long marches from the north; how once they had been
a great and powerful tribe; and how the slave raiders had wrought