Stolen Jewels

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 pan of Edgar Rice Burroughs, Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of stolen jewels. This was no ordinary safari, this great collection of men and animals that made its way slowly through the dense jungle near Tarzan's seacoast cabin.

The trappings of the elephants were rich, the raimans of the men ornate, and altogether unsuitable for the jungle wilds. And instead of guns, the group carried banners and silk flags bearing the symbol of the poshia of Amdumara.

This was a strange expedition indeed, and one completely unprepared for the attack of the vicious panther that suddenly sprang from the limb of a tree, landed on top of a huge elephant and raped the slender body of its rider with its cruel talons.

Calling to the ground the panther is on top of the land. Luke! Another panther leaping from the... No! No, it is a man! A bronze savage with a knife in his hand. Fantastic! He's pulled the beast away from the boar.

Yes, but the panther is turning on him now. I've never seen such a struggle. He seems to be holding his own with the animal, but he can't get his knife arm free. He has no! Luke! He's got his knife poised!

Oh, the fury with which you've plunged your state life. Look! Oh, oh, oh! The animal is dead. Never before have these eyes witnessed such a... Did you hear that? The savage may be as dangerous as the Panther.