Tarzan's Magic Amulet

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 bronze white sun of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of Tarzan's magic amulet. Tarzan had been on his way to the trading post at Aangyiki.

But now he suddenly halted his sleep passage through the upper level of jungle growth, for directly beneath him in a small clearing nature had cut in the primeval forest, a scene was being enacted that was dramatic and strange.

At one side of the clearing a tremendous lion stood motionless, her nostrils distended as she caught an alien scent. At the other side of the clearing stood a native youth, his face contracted with fear.

At the youth's side was a young native girl, slender and beautifully formed and magnificent in her anger. This cannot do it, Keil. Cannot kill Lioness. You'll not kill Lioness, she'll kill us. Live her, kill us.

Maybe it's better we are dead. Oh, Ruka, look! She crouched to spring. Quick, Ruka, draw a bow. No, Keil, no. Then I can't give me bow. No, Ruka must not give to me. Now, give me arrow.

Take her up. I take. Lioness, then. But Keil, not then. She can. She say, Ruka, Keil. Now, Ruka take knife and rip hard from great animal. No. Ruka not want take knife to ugly beast.

You must! It's ritual! Must cut hard from lioness and eat while still is warm. Ruka must get courage from savor. He's lion! Mate of dead one! Oh, not that, Oruka! Give me another arrow! No! We died, Keal! Die together!