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Return of Tarzan by Edgar Rice Burroughs
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and falling upon our warriors before ever they learned that their
errand was a peaceful one. Our men were few in number, but they
held their own at the top of a little rocky hill, until the fierce
people went back at sunset into their wicked city. Then our warriors
came down from their hill, and, after taking many ornaments of
yellow metal from the bodies of those they had slain, they marched
back out of the valley, nor have any of us ever returned.

"They are wicked people--neither white like you nor black like me,
but covered with hair as is Bolgani, the gorilla. Yes, they are
very bad people indeed, and Chowambi was glad to get out of their
country."

"And are none of those alive who were with Chowambi, and saw these
strange people and their wonderful city?" asked Tarzan.

"Waziri, our chief, was there," replied Busuli. "He was a very
young man then, but he accompanied Chowambi, who was his father."

So that night Tarzan asked Waziri about it, and Waziri, who was
now an old man, said that it was a long march, but that the way
was not difficult to follow. He remembered it well.

"For ten days we followed this river which runs beside our village.
Up toward its source we traveled until on the tenth day we came
to a little spring far up upon the side of a lofty mountain range.
In this little spring our river is born. The next day we crossed
over the top of the mountain, and upon the other side we came to a
tiny rivulet which we followed down into a great forest. For many
days we traveled along the winding banks of the rivulet that had
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