Tarzan and Black Ivory

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 Burrows, Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, The story of Tarzan and Black Ivory. Stories about the Marwatt tribe that drawn Tarzan to the far mountain country, where, according to the legend of the Lolum, there lived a super race.

The people had been described as seven feet in height, and it was said that they could wrestle with Sheita, the Panther, Outrun, Barra, the Deer, and bend a young tree for a bow. The legend proved an exaggeration, But Tarzan did find them are with people exceedingly tall, and handsome, and strong.

None possessed more of these jungle attributes than Vellda, the dusky dark-eyed daughter of the cheek. I'll catch you all right. Watch out! Here I come! So I couldn't catch you, eh? There's an untewled rat!

Well, then, do you admit that I can swim faster than you? Tarzan swim faster and run better than any Marwa. That is why my father, the chief, make Tarzan son of tribe. I'm happy about that, Velle.

But I've never known any tribe as brave as yours, as always. Never before have Marwa take stranger as son. And this only because Tarzan is mighty hunter and fisher. Well, if I am a good fisherman, I better take these fish.

I spear it back to the camp and clean them. No, Tarzan must not. What? That is job for Tarzan's woman. Tarzan's woman? Oh, now wait a minute, Valdar. Does not Tarzan like Valdar? Of course I like you.