Drum Without a Heart

From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the Jungle. From the black core of dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence, comes one of the most colorful figures of all time, transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Tarzan, the bronze, white sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of the drum without a heart. As everyone knows, most of Africa swelters beneath the tropical sun.

And yet in the very heart of central Africa, a stripy equator is the Rowan-Zorri mountain range that is never without snow and ice and raging torrents of glacial rivers. In a small cafe in Nairobi, there was a man whose great ambition it was to climb Rowan-Zorri.

No, with Jean Leclerc, it was more than an ambition. It was a passion. I tell you, it has been done. It can be done again. Yeah, by the aim and partial relief expedition, by the British Museum expedition, by a few others with fantastic sums of money to spend on men and equipment.

But doychee is only 17,000 feet? Only! I've climbed peaks almost that high before. Yeah, and so have I. Higher peaks even, for the last year in Switzerland and South America are not Africa. But if other people have done it now...

I told you, Leclerc, those expeditions had every known piece of equipment. And even then many of them didn't reach any of the peaks. Of course, if you are satisfied with a partialism. No, no, I'm not.

Whether or not you agree to go with me, I intend reaching the summit of those mountains. And neither the elements, nor animals, nor man, is going to keep me from achieving my toughest. Oh, you have a touch, Chance.