Tarzan and the Decoy

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 Tarzan and the Decoy. Long ago, Tarzan had learned to hate the Taman Gany, the dread white men who came with their thundersticks to cheat and rob and kill.

Nor had he any great love for the Gomang Gany, the black men. But his need for human companionship was beginning to make itself felt. And for many months he'd remained in the camp of the Puneat tribe, teaching the lore of the jungle to Torgo, the small native boy.

Target, right in the middle. Ah, that was a fine shot, Togo. You'll learn quickly. Now, Togo will be great, Hunter. Bring home much meat and many skins. Togo leave the tarsen, though. Togo, I'm back here.

You want me for something, Tarsen? Sit down. Sit down here, Togo, on this rock. Yes, Tarsen. Togo, someday you will be a great hunter. But now you're only a very small boy who's just beginning to learn the secrets of the jungle.

Togo hit the target. yes, a target stuffed with grass and leaves, but in the forest you will find targets that move quickly that have inside them not grass and leaves, but treachery and cunning and great strength.

There will be many lessons before you can go into the jungle alone. But Turgle wants to hunt Numa the lion and bring home the skin for his mother. I have a new game, Turgle, if you aren't too old for games.