such havoc among them with their death-dealing guns that they had
been reduced to a mere remnant of their former numbers and power.

"They hunted us down as one hunts a fierce beast," said Busuli.
"There was no mercy in them. When it was not slaves they sought
it was ivory, but usually it was both. Our men were killed and
our women driven away like sheep. We fought against them for many
years, but our arrows and spears could not prevail against the sticks
which spit fire and lead and death to many times the distance that
our mightiest warrior could place an arrow. At last, when my father
was a young man, the Arabs came again, but our warriors saw them
a long way off, and Chowambi, who was chief then, told his people
to gather up their belongings and come away with him--that he
would lead them far to the south until they found a spot to which
the Arab raiders did not come.

"And they did as he bid, carrying all their belongings, including
many tusks of ivory. For months they wandered, suffering untold
hardships and privations, for much of the way was through dense
jungle, and across mighty mountains, but finally they came to this
spot, and although they sent parties farther on to search for an
even better location, none has ever been found."

"And the raiders have never found you here?" asked Tarzan.

"About a year ago a small party of Arabs and Manyuema stumbled
upon us, but we drove them off, killing many. For days we followed
them, stalking them for the wild beasts they are, picking them off
one by one, until but a handful remained, but these escaped us."