The Strange Book of Araby

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 bronze white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of the strange book of Ereby. Hours had passed since Mara had made her escape, But she still glanced back over her shoulder in great fear as she plunged deeper and deeper into the jungle.

The piece of broken chain jangled from her ankle as she staggered onward, and the leg iron bit savagely into the dark brown smoothness of her skin. Jagged rocks and cruel thorns ripped the sandals from her slender feet, and spiked branches break through her weary body.

Mara was near exhaustion and her breath came in great tearing gasps. Suddenly she tripped over the lower hood of a huge tree of fellow islanders. There was no strength left. Mara lay there. and his darkness descended on the Congo, consciousness vanished.

Hours passed. Well, what's this? Oh. Hmm, you've been hurt. You need not be frightened. Maron, not go back. We're camped with you. Maron, die! For she go back, you kill me, but not me! I am your friend.

I do not intend to kill you. Nor shall I force you to go anywhere against your will. What the... A large animal seeking food. It isn't safe to remain here in the ground where beasts could spring upon us without warning.

What, what, what, what should you know? I shall have to carry you, be as gentle as possible. Oh no, no matter of fighting, where you take me. Into the upper level of jungle growth where few animals can follow.