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18 - The Jungle Toll · Tarzan of the Apes

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  Speaker 1: Chapter eighteen, the Jungle Toll. Early the next morning, Tarzan awoke,
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  Speaker 1: and his first thought of the new day as the
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  Speaker 1: last of yesterday, was of the wonderful writing which lay
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  Speaker 1: hidden in his quiver. Hurriedly he brought it forth, hoping
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  Speaker 1: against hope, that he could read what the beautiful white
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  Speaker 1: girl had written there the preceding evening. At the first glance,
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  Speaker 1: he suffered a bitter disappointment. Never before had he so
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  Speaker 1: yearned for anything as now he did for the ability
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  Speaker 1: to interpret a message from that golden haired divinity who
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  Speaker 1: had come so suddenly and so unexpectedly into his life.
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  Speaker 1: What did it matter if the message were not intended
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  Speaker 1: for him, It was an expression of her thoughts, and
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  Speaker 1: that was sufficient for Tarzan of the Apes and now
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  Speaker 1: to be baffled by strange, uncouth characters, the like of
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  Speaker 1: which he had never seen before. Why they even tipped
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  Speaker 1: in the opposite direction from all that he had ever examined,
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  Speaker 1: either imprinted books or the difficult script of the few
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  Speaker 1: letters he had found. Even the little bugs of the
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  Speaker 1: Black Book were familiar friends, though their arrangement meant nothing
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  Speaker 1: to him. But these bugs were new and unheard of.
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  Speaker 1: For twenty minutes he pored over them, when suddenly they
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  Speaker 1: commenced to take familiar, though distorted shapes. Ah, they were
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  Speaker 1: his old friends, but badly crippled. Then he began to
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  Speaker 1: make out a word here and a word there. His
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  Speaker 1: heart leaped for joy. He could read it, and he
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  Speaker 1: would in another half hour. He was progressing rapidly, and
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  Speaker 1: but for an exceptional word now and again he found
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  Speaker 1: it very plain. Sailing Here is what he read, West
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  Speaker 1: coast of Africa, about ten degrees south latitude. So mister
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  Speaker 1: Clayton says, February three, question mark, nineteen o nine. Dearest Tazel,
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  Speaker 1: It seems foolish to write you a letter that you
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  Speaker 1: may never see, but I simply must tell somebody of
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  Speaker 1: our awful experiences since we sailed from Europe on the
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  Speaker 1: ill fated Arrow. If we never returned to civilization, as
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  Speaker 1: now seems only too likely, this will at least prove
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  Speaker 1: a brief record of the events which led up to
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  Speaker 1: our final fate, whatever it may be. As you know,
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  Speaker 1: we were supposed to have set out upon a scientific
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  Speaker 1: expedition to the Congo. Papa was presumed to entertain some
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  Speaker 1: wondrous theory of an unthinkably ancient civilization, the remains of
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  Speaker 1: which lay buried somewhere in the Congo Valley. But after
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  Speaker 1: we were well under sail, the truth came out. It
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  Speaker 1: seems that an old bookworm, who has a book and
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  Speaker 1: curio shop in Baltimore, discovered between the leaves of a
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  Speaker 1: very old Spanish manuscript a letter written in fifteen fifty
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  Speaker 1: detailing the adventures of a crew of mutineers of a
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  Speaker 1: Spanish galleon owned from Spain to South America with a
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  Speaker 1: vast treasure of doubloons and pieces of eight I suppose,
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  Speaker 1: for they certainly sound weird in Piraty. The writer had
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  Speaker 1: been one of the crew, and the letter was to
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  Speaker 1: his son, who was, at the very time the letter
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  Speaker 1: was written, master of a Spanish merchantman. Many years had
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  Speaker 1: elapsed since the events the letter narrated had transpired, and
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  Speaker 1: the old man had become a respected citizen of an
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  Speaker 1: obscure Spanish town, But the love of gold was still
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  Speaker 1: so strong upon him that he risked all to acquaint
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  Speaker 1: his son with the means of obtaining fabulous wealth for
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  Speaker 1: them both. The writer told how when but a week
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  Speaker 1: out from Spain, the crew had mutinied and murdered every
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  Speaker 1: officer and man who opposed them, But they defeated their
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  Speaker 1: own ends by this very act, for there was none
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  Speaker 1: left competent to navigate a ship at sea. They were
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  Speaker 1: blown hither and thither for two months, until sick and
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  Speaker 1: dying of scurvy, starvation, and thirst. They had been wrecked
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  Speaker 1: on a small islet. The galleon was washed high upon
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  Speaker 1: the beach, where she went to pieces, but not before
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  Speaker 1: the survivors, who numbered but ten souls, had rescued one
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  Speaker 1: of the great chests of treasure. This they buried well
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  Speaker 1: up on the island, and for three years they lived
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  Speaker 1: there in constant hope of being rescued. One by one,
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  Speaker 1: they sickened and died until only one man was left,
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  Speaker 1: the writer of the letter. The men had built a
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  Speaker 1: boat from the wreckage of the galleon, but having no
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  Speaker 1: idea whether the island was located, they had not dared
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  Speaker 1: to put it to sea when all were dead except himself. However,
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  Speaker 1: the awful loneliness so weighed upon the mind of the
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  Speaker 1: soul's survivor that he could endure it no longer, and
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  Speaker 1: choosing to risk death upon the open sea rather than
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  Speaker 1: madness on the lonely isle, he set sail in his
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  Speaker 1: little boat after nearly a year of solitude. Fortunately, he
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  Speaker 1: sailed due north and within a week was in the
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  Speaker 1: track of the Spanish merchantmen plying between the West Indies
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  Speaker 1: and Spain, and was picked up by one of these
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  Speaker 1: vessels homeward bound. The story he told was merely one
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  Speaker 1: of shipwreck, in which all but a few had perished
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  Speaker 1: the balance, except himself dying after they reached the island.
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  Speaker 1: He did not mention the mutiny or the chest of
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  Speaker 1: buried treasure. The master of the merchantmen assured him that
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  Speaker 1: from the position at which they had picked him up
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  Speaker 1: and the prevailing winds for the past week, he could
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  Speaker 1: have been on no other island than one of the
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  Speaker 1: Cape Verde group, which lie off the west coast of
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  Speaker 1: Africa in about sixteen or seventeen degrees north latitude. His
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  Speaker 1: letter described the island minutely, as well as the location
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  Speaker 1: of the treasure, and was accompanied by the crudest, funniest
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  Speaker 1: little old map you ever saw, with trees and rocks
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  Speaker 1: all marked by scrawly xes to show the exact spot
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  Speaker 1: where the treasure had been buried. When Papa explained the
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  Speaker 1: real nature of the expedition. My heart sank, for I
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  Speaker 1: know so well how visionary and impractical the poor dear
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  Speaker 1: has always been. That I feared that he had again
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  Speaker 1: been duped, especially when he told me he had paid
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  Speaker 1: one thousand dollars for the letter and map. To add
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  Speaker 1: to my distress, I learned that he had borrowed ten
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  Speaker 1: thousand dollars more from Robert Candler, and had given his
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  Speaker 1: notes for the amount. Mister Candler had asked for no security.
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  Speaker 1: And you know, Dearie, what that will mean for me
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  Speaker 1: if Papa cannot meet them. Oh, how I detest that man.
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  Speaker 1: We all tried to look on the bright side of things,
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  Speaker 1: but mister Palander and mister Clayton, he joined us in
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  Speaker 1: London just for the adventure, both felt as skeptical as I. Well.
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  Speaker 1: To make a long story short, we found the island
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  Speaker 1: and the treasure, a great iron bound oak chest, wrapped
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  Speaker 1: in many layers of oiled sailcloth, and as strong and
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  Speaker 1: firm as when it had been buried nearly two hundred
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  Speaker 1: years ago. It was simply filled with gold coin and
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  Speaker 1: was so heavy that foe men bent underneath its weight.
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  Speaker 1: The horrid thing seems to bring nothing but murder and
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  Speaker 1: misfortune to those who have anything to do with it.
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  Speaker 1: For three days after we sailed from the Cape Verde Islands,
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  Speaker 1: our own crew mutinied and killed every one of their officers. Oh,
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  Speaker 1: it was the most terrifying experience one could imagine. I
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  Speaker 1: cannot even write of it. They were going to kill
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  Speaker 1: us too, but one of them, the leader named King,
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  Speaker 1: would not let them, and so they sailed south along
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  Speaker 1: the coast to a lonely spot where they found a
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  Speaker 1: good harbor. And here they landed and have left us.
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  Speaker 1: They sailed away with the treasure today, but mister Clayton
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  Speaker 1: says they will meet with a fate similar to the
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  Speaker 1: mutineers of the ancient galleon, because King, the only man
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  Speaker 1: aboard who knew aught of navigation, was murdered on the
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  Speaker 1: beach by one of the men the day we landed.
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  Speaker 1: I wish you could know, mister Clayton. He is the
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  Speaker 1: dearest fellow imaginable, and unless I am mistaken, he has
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  Speaker 1: fallen very much in love with me. He is the
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  Speaker 1: only son of Lord Greystoke, and some day will inherit
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  Speaker 1: the title and estates. In addition, he is wealthy in
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  Speaker 1: his own right. But the fact that he is going
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  Speaker 1: to be an English lord makes me very sad. You
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  Speaker 1: know what My sentiments have always been relative to American
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  Speaker 1: girls who married titled foreigners. Oh, if he were only
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  Speaker 1: a plain American gentleman, But it isn't his fault, poor fellow,
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  Speaker 1: And in everything except birth, he would do credit to
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  Speaker 1: my country, And that is the greatest compliment I know
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  Speaker 1: how to pay any man. We have had the most
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  Speaker 1: weird experiences since we were landed here. Papa, mister Falander
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  Speaker 1: lost in the jungle and chased by a real lion,
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  Speaker 1: Mister Clayton lost and attacked twice by wild beasts, as
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  Speaker 1: Marelda and I cornered in an old cabin by a
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  Speaker 1: perfectly awful man eating lioness. Oh, it was simply terrifical,
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  Speaker 1: as as Marelda would say. But the strangest part of
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  Speaker 1: it all is the wonderful creature who rescued us. I
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  Speaker 1: have not seen him, but mister Clayton and Papa and
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  Speaker 1: mister Falander have, and they say that he is a
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  Speaker 1: perfectly godlike white man, tanned to a dusky brown, with
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  Speaker 1: the strength of a wild elephant, the agility of a monkey,
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  Speaker 1: and the bravery of a lion. He speaks no English,
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  Speaker 1: and vanishes as quickly and as mysteriously after he has
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  Speaker 1: performed some valorous deed, as though he were a disembodied spirit.
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  Speaker 1: Then we have another weird neighbor who printed a beautiful
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  Speaker 1: sign in English and tacked it on the door of
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  Speaker 1: his cabin, which we have preempted, warning us to destroy
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  Speaker 1: none of his belongings, and signing himself Tarzan of the Apes.
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  Speaker 1: We have never seen him, though we think he is about.
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  Speaker 1: For one of the sailors, who was going to shoot
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  Speaker 1: mister Clayton in the back, received a spear in his
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  Speaker 1: shoulder from some unseen hand. In the jungle, the sailors
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  Speaker 1: left us but a meager supply of food. So as
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  Speaker 1: we have only a single revolver with but three cartridges
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  Speaker 1: left in it, we do not know how we can
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  Speaker 1: procure meat, though mister Falander says that we can exist
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  Speaker 1: indefinitely on the wild fruit and nuts which abound in
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  Speaker 1: the jungle. I am very tired now, so I shall
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  Speaker 1: go to my funny bed of grasses which mister Clayton
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  Speaker 1: gathered for me. But will add to this from day
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  Speaker 1: to day as things happen. Lovingly Jane Porter to Hazel Strong, Baltimore, Maryland.
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  Speaker 1: Tarzan sat in a brown study for a long time
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  Speaker 1: after he finished reading the letter. It was filled with
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  Speaker 1: so many new and wonderful things that his brain was
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  Speaker 1: in a whirl as he attempted to digest them. So
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  Speaker 1: they did not know that he was Tarzan of the Apes.
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  Speaker 1: He would tell them. In his tree. He had constructed
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  Speaker 1: a rude shelter of leaves and boughs, beneath which protected
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  Speaker 1: from the rain. He had placed a few treasures brought
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  Speaker 1: from the cabin. Among these were some pencils. He took one,
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  Speaker 1: and beneath Jane Porter's signature he wrote, I am Tarzan
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  Speaker 1: of the Apes. He thought that would be sufficient. Later
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  Speaker 1: he would return the letter to the cabin. In the
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  Speaker 1: matter of food, thought Tarzan. They had no need to worry.
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  Speaker 1: He would provide, and he did. The next morning, Jane
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  Speaker 1: found her missing letter in the exact spot from which
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  Speaker 1: it had disappeared two nights before. She was mystified, but
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  Speaker 1: when she saw the printed words beneath her signature, she
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  Speaker 1: felt a cold clammy chill run up her spine. She
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  Speaker 1: showed the letter, or rather the last sheet with the
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  Speaker 1: signature to Clayton. And to think, she said, that uncanny
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  Speaker 1: thing was probably watching me all the time that I
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  Speaker 1: was writing. Oh, it makes me shudder just to think
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  Speaker 1: of it. But he must be friendly, reassured Clayton, for
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  Speaker 1: he has returned your letter, nor did he offer to
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  Speaker 1: harm you. And unless I am mistaken, he left a
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  Speaker 1: very substantial memento of his friendship outside the cabin door
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  Speaker 1: last night, for I just found the carcass of a
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  Speaker 1: wild boar there as I came out from then on.
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  Speaker 1: Scarcely a day passed that did not bring its offering
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  Speaker 1: of game or other food. Sometimes it was a young deer,
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  Speaker 1: again a quantity of strange cooked food, cassava cakes pilfered
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  Speaker 1: from the village of Mbonga, or a boar or leopard
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  Speaker 1: and wants a lion. Tarzan derived the greatest pleasure of
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  Speaker 1: his life in hunting meat for these strangers. It seemed
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  Speaker 1: to him that no pleasure on earth could compare with
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  Speaker 1: laboring for the welfare and protection of the beautiful white girl.
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  Speaker 1: Some day he would venture into the camp in daylight
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  Speaker 1: and talk with these people through the medium of the
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  Speaker 1: little bugs, which were familiar to them and to Tarzan.
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  Speaker 1: But he found it difficult to overcome the timidity of
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  Speaker 1: the wild thing of the forest, and so day followed
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  Speaker 1: day without seeing a fulfillment of his good intentions. The
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  Speaker 1: party in the camp, emboldened by familiarity, wandered farther and
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  Speaker 1: yet farther into the jungle in search of nuts and fruit.
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  Speaker 1: Scarcely a day passed that did not find Professor Porter
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  Speaker 1: straying in his preoccupied indifference towards the jaws of death.
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  Speaker 1: Mister Samuel T. Falander, never what one might call robust,
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  Speaker 1: was worn to the shadow of a shadow through the
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  Speaker 1: ceaseless worry and mental distraction resulted from his herculean efforts
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  Speaker 1: to safeguard the professor. A month passed, Tarzan had finally
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  Speaker 1: determined to visit the camp by daylight. It was early
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  Speaker 1: after noon. Clayton had wandered to the point at the
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  Speaker 1: harbor's mouth to look for passing vessels. Here he kept
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  Speaker 1: a great mass of wood, high piled, ready to be
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  Speaker 1: ignited as a signal should a steamer or a sail
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  Speaker 1: top the far horizon. Professor Porter was wandering along the
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  Speaker 1: beach south of the camp with mister Falander at his elbow,
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  Speaker 1: urging him to turn his steps back before the tube
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  Speaker 1: became again the sport of some savage beast. The others gone.
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  Speaker 1: Jane and Esmerelda had wandered into the jungle to gather fruit,
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  Speaker 1: and in their search were led farther and farther from
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  Speaker 1: the cabin. Tarzan waited in silence before the door of
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  Speaker 1: the little house until they should return. His thoughts were
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  Speaker 1: of the beautiful white girl. They were always of her.
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  Speaker 1: Now he wondered if she would fear him, and thought
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  Speaker 1: all but caused him to relinquish his plan. He was
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  Speaker 1: rapidly becoming impatient for her return, that he might feast
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  Speaker 1: his eyes upon her and be near her, perhaps touch her.
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  Speaker 1: The ape man knew no God, but he was as
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  Speaker 1: near to worshiping his divinity as mortal man ever comes
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  Speaker 1: to worship. While he waited, he passed the time printing
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  Speaker 1: a message to her. Whether he intended giving it to her,
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  Speaker 1: he himself could not have told. But he took infinite
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  Speaker 1: pleasure in seeing his thoughts expressed in print, in which
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  Speaker 1: he was not so uncivilized. After all. He wrote, I
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  Speaker 1: am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours,
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  Speaker 1: you are mine. We live here together. Always in my house.
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  Speaker 1: I will bring you the best of fruits, the tenderest dear,
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  Speaker 1: the finest meats that roam the jungle. I will hunt
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  Speaker 1: for you. I am the greatest of the jungle fighters.
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  Speaker 1: I will fight for you. I am the mightiest of
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  Speaker 1: the jungle fighters. You are, Jane Porter. I saw it
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  Speaker 1: in your letter. When you see this, you will know
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  Speaker 1: that it is for you, and that Tarzan of the
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  Speaker 1: Apes loves you. As he stood straight as a young
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  Speaker 1: Indian by the door, waiting after he had finished the message,
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  Speaker 1: there came to his keen ears a familiar sound. It
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  Speaker 1: was the passing of a great ape through the lower
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  Speaker 1: branches of the forest. For an instant he listened intently,
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  Speaker 1: and then from the jungle came the agonized scream of
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  Speaker 1: a woman, and Tarzan of the Apes, dropping his first
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  Speaker 1: love letter upon the ground, shot like a panther into
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  Speaker 1: the forest. Clayton also heard the scream, and Professor Porter
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  Speaker 1: and mister Falander, and in a few minutes they came
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  Speaker 1: panting to the cabin, calling out to each other a
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  Speaker 1: volley of excited questions. As they approached, a glance within
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  Speaker 1: confirmed their worst fears. Jane and Esmarella were not there. Instantly, Clayton,
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  Speaker 1: followed by the two old men, plunged into the jungle,
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  Speaker 1: calling the girl's name aloud. For half an hour, they
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  Speaker 1: stumbled on until late and by merest chance, came upon
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  Speaker 1: the prostrate form of Esmerelda. He stopped beside her, feeling
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  Speaker 1: for her pulse and then listening for her heart beats.
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  Speaker 1: She lived. He shook her as Morelda. He shrieked in
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  Speaker 1: her ear, as Morelda, for God's sake, where is miss Porter?
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  Speaker 1: What has happened? As Morelda? Slowly, as Morelda opened her eyes,
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  Speaker 1: she saw Clayton, She saw the jungle about her. Oh Gabrielle,
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  Speaker 1: she screamed and fainted again. By this time Professor Porter
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  Speaker 1: and mister Fallander had come up. What shall we do,
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  Speaker 1: mister Clayton asked the old professor. Where shall we look?
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  Speaker 1: God could not have been so cruel as to take
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  Speaker 1: my little girl away from me. Now we must arouse
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  Speaker 1: es Morelda first, replied Clayton. She can tell us what
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  Speaker 1: has happened as Morelda. He cried again, shaking the black
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  Speaker 1: woman roughly by the shoulder. Oh, Gabrielle, I want to die,
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  Speaker 1: cried the poor woman, but with eyes fast close, let
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  Speaker 1: me die. Dear Lord, don't let me see that awful
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  Speaker 1: face again. Come come, as Miralda cried Clayton. The Lord
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  Speaker 1: isn't here, it's mister Clayton. Open your eyes, as Morella
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  Speaker 1: did as she was bade, Oh, Gabrielle, thank the Lord.
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  Speaker 1: She said, where's miss Porter? What happened? Questioned Clayton. Ain't
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  Speaker 1: miss Jane here, cried Esmerelda, sitting up with wonderful celerity
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  Speaker 1: for one of her bulk. Oh Lord, now I remember,
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  Speaker 1: it must took her away, And the negress commenced to
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  Speaker 1: sob and wail her lamentations. What took her away? Cried
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  Speaker 1: Professor Porter, a great big giant, all covered with hair
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  Speaker 1: at Gorilla, As Miralda questioned mister Falander and the three
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  Speaker 1: men scarcely breathed as he voiced the horrible thought. I
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  Speaker 1: thought it was the devil, but I guess it must
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  Speaker 1: have been one of them guerrillafans. Oh my poor baby,
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  Speaker 1: my poor little honey. And again, as Morellad broke into
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  Speaker 1: uncontrollable sobbing, Clayton immediately began to look about for tracks,
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  Speaker 1: but he could find nothing save a confusion of trample
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  Speaker 1: grasses in the close vicinity, and his woodcraft was too
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  Speaker 1: meager for the translation of what he did see. All
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  Speaker 1: the balance of the day they sought through the jungle,
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  Speaker 1: but as night drew on they were forced to give
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  Speaker 1: up in despair and hopelessness, for they did not even
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  Speaker 1: know in what direction the thing had borne Jane. It
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  Speaker 1: was long after dark ere they reached the cabin, and
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  Speaker 1: a sad and grief stricken party it was that sat
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  Speaker 1: silently within the little structure. Professor Porter finally broke the silence.
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  Speaker 1: His tones were no longer those the erudype pedant, theorizing
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  Speaker 1: upon the abstract and the unknowable, but those of the
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  Speaker 1: men of action, determined, but tinged also by a note
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  Speaker 1: of indescribable hopelessness and grief, which wrung an answering pang
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  Speaker 1: from Clayton's heart. I shall lie down now, said the
• 20:13
  Speaker 1: old man, and try to sleep. Early tomorrow as soon
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  Speaker 1: as it is light. I shall take what food I
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  Speaker 1: can carry, and continue the search until I have found Jane.
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  Speaker 1: I will not return without her. His companions did not
• 20:28
  Speaker 1: reply at once. Each was immersed in his own sorrowful thoughts,
• 20:33
  Speaker 1: and each knew, as did the old professor what the
• 20:36
  Speaker 1: last words meant Professor Porter would never return from the jungle.
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  Speaker 1: At length, Clayton arose and laid his hand gently upon
• 20:45
  Speaker 1: Professor Porter's bent, old shoulder. I shall go with you,
• 20:49
  Speaker 1: of course, he said. I knew that you would offer,
• 20:54
  Speaker 1: that you would wish to go, mister Clayton, but you
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  Speaker 1: lost not. Jane is beyond human assistance. Now what was
• 21:01
  Speaker 1: once my dear little girl shall not lie alone and
• 21:04
  Speaker 1: friendless in the awful jungle. The same vines and leaves
• 21:09
  Speaker 1: will cover us, the same rains beat upon us, And
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  Speaker 1: when the spirit of her mother is abroad, it will
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  Speaker 1: find us together in death as it has always found
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  Speaker 1: us in life. No, it is I alone who may go,
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  Speaker 1: for she was my daughter, all that was left on
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  Speaker 1: earth from me to love. I shall go with you,
• 21:30
  Speaker 1: said Clayton simply. The old man looked up, regarding the strong,
• 21:35
  Speaker 1: handsome face of William Cecil Clayton intently. Perhaps he read
• 21:39
  Speaker 1: there the love that lay in the heart beneath the
• 21:42
  Speaker 1: love for his daughter. He had been too preoccupied with
• 21:46
  Speaker 1: his own scholarly thoughts in the past to consider the
• 21:49
  Speaker 1: little occurrences, the chance words which would have indicated to
• 21:53
  Speaker 1: a more practical man, that these young people were being
• 21:56
  Speaker 1: drawn more and more closely to one another. Now they
• 22:00
  Speaker 1: came back to him, one by one, as you wish,
• 22:05
  Speaker 1: he said, You may count on me, also, said mister Flander. No,
• 22:12
  Speaker 1: my dear old friend, said Professor Porter. We may not
• 22:16
  Speaker 1: all go. It would be cruelly wicked to leave poor
• 22:19
  Speaker 1: Esmarel to hear alone, and three of us would be
• 22:22
  Speaker 1: no more successful than one. There be enough dead things
• 22:26
  Speaker 1: in the cruel forest. As it is come, let us
• 22:30
  Speaker 1: try to sleep a little. End of chapter