In Young Manhood

Again, we bring you another chapter of Edgar Rice Burrough's amazing history of Tarzan of the Apes, the astounding record of a superman who became the master of beasts and the mighty monarch of the African jungle.

By the grace of a kindly guard in the tender care of Kayla, at whose breast the little son of Lord and Lady Grace Doke was nourished, Tarzan grew to young manhood. From his natural parents, he had inherited fineness and intelligence, and from his foster mother Taylor and the ape tribe, he had acquired tremendous strength, amazing agility and animal

cunning. And some 20 years since his abduction, we find Tarzan swinging through the jungles. A young man splendid both in his youth and manhood. Carelessly Tarzan's body swings from branch to branch. There's an easy grace about his perilous leaps and accurate catches as he progresses from limb to limb, which suggests both the assurance of the ape and the flowing rhythmic

grace of a trained trapeze artist executing an often rehearsed feat of daring. Tarzan is off on a holiday. He's returning to the one place in the entire jungle that is his own, a place he had discovered long ago, a tiny hut on the shore of the great water.

It has taken him many years to learn how to manipulate the odd mechanical thing which had swung open to him the door of that hut, which he would have been surprised to learn was the home of his mother and father and his birthplace. However, the door of that hut had opened to him more than the interior of the rude cabin which Lord Greystoke had built

for his wife and son. It had taught him that he was an M-A-M, not an A-P-E. It had taught him to read and write after a fashion. For hour after hour, year after year, he had poured over the first primer which he found there. But perhaps more important to his physical being and survival, it had given him access to the hunting knife which hung at his side