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THE SON OF TARZAN by Edgar Rice Burroughs
November, 1993 [Etext #90]
THE SON OF TARZAN
by
Edgar Rice Burroughs
TO HULBERT BURROUGHS
Chapter 1
The long boat of the Marjorie W. was floating down the
broad Ugambi with ebb tide and current. Her crew were
lazily enjoying this respite from the arduous labor of rowing
up stream. Three miles below them lay the Marjorie W.
herself, quite ready to sail so soon as they should have clambered
aboard and swung the long boat to its davits. Presently the
attention of every man was drawn from his dreaming or his
gossiping to the northern bank of the river. There, screaming
at them in a cracked falsetto and with skinny arms outstretched,
stood a strange apparition of a man.
"Wot the 'ell?" ejaculated one of the crew.
"A white man!" muttered the mate, and then: "Man the
oars, boys, and we'll just pull over an' see what he wants."
When they came close to the shore they saw an emaciated
creature with scant whi . . .
