Small Packages

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 pan of Edgar Rice Burroughs.

Tarzan, the bronze, white son of the jungle. And now in the very words of Mr. Burroughs, the story of small packages. Tarzan was always loathed to leave his beloved jungle, and he disliked the native city of Becca Rata in entry.

But duty had brought him to the soil, disreputable-looking port that sweltered beneath the equatorial sun. And as he walked along its narrow streets, he formed an interesting part of its colorful hodgepodge of humanity. Had Becca Rata been the type of city to attract tourists, they would have looked with great interest at the bronze-white savage who wore a leopard skin and reached up to pet the parrot

perched on his shoulder as he entered a shabby warehouse bearing the sign, Hasim al-Sad imports exports. Good morning, good- Pazen, you know that you are not welcome in the establishment of Hasim al-Sad, my master?

I have no more desire to see Al-Sad than he has to see me, but I have business to conduct with him. And what possible business could you have with me, Tazen? I have brought a great quantity of semi-precious stones found by the Pune people.

They have authorized me to barter them with you, Elsad. I prefer to deal directly with the Puneas, as I have done in the past. Yes, I'm sure you would prefer dealing with them. You're able to palm off items that are worth a fraction of the stones they turn over to you.