Curse of the Pharaohs

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.

Transcribe from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan, the bronzed white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of the Curse of the Pharaohs. Once Tarzan's curiosity had taken him to distant lands, to America, to England, to France.

But in recent years he had remained in the jungle that had been his birthplace in his home. And with each succeeding year the veneer of culture grew less apparent, the deep core of savagery, more pronounced.

And Tarzan's friend Captain Lawrence of the governmental police worried about this change in Tarzan. He used every device in his command to bring the jungle man into contact with civilized people. And it was Captain Lawrence's letter that had brought the Lord of the Jungle to the expedition camp near El Amon in a small oasis of the great Libyan desert.

Halt! Halt! Yes, I shall halt but take that banner from my ribs. We have had much trouble in our camp. We are worthy of strangers. What do you want? This is the camp of Dr. Erickson?

I want. It is. And take me to his tent at once, will you? You are a friend of Moelum Erickson? I've never met Dr. Erickson, but I have a letter to him from my friend Captain Lawrence.

said it was most important that I come here at once. Then you are Tarzan. Yes. But Dr. Erickson, Dr. Erickson, Mo'ale, Tarzan is here. The man you wait for is arrived. Dr. Erickson and his daughter have waited long for your arrival.