fighter? Now would he track down the crafty Sabor and slay

her likewise. He would be a mighty hunter, also.

At the bottom of his little English heart beat the great desire

to cover his nakedness with CLOTHES for he had learned

from his picture books that all MEN were so covered, while

MONKEYS and APES and every other living thing went naked.

CLOTHES therefore, must be truly a badge of greatness; the

insignia of the superiority of MAN over all other animals, for

surely there could be no other reason for wearing the hideous

things.

Many moons ago, when he had been much smaller, he had

desired the skin of Sabor, the lioness, or Numa, the lion, or

Sheeta, the leopard to cover his hairless body that he might

no longer resemble hideous Histah, the snake; but now he

was proud of his sleek skin for it betokened his descent from

a mighty race, and the conflicting desires to go naked in

prideful proof of his ancestry, or to conform to the customs

of his own kind and wear hideous and uncomfortable apparel

found first one and then the other in the ascendency.

As the tribe continued their slow way through the forest

after the passing of Sabor, Tarzan's head was filled with

his great scheme for slaying his enemy, and for many days

thereafter he thought of little else.

On this day, however, he presently had other and more

immediate interests to attract his attention.

Suddenly it became as midnight; the noises of the jungle

ceased; the trees stood motionless as though in paralyzed

expectancy of some great and imminent disaster. All nature

waited--but not for long.

Faintly, from a distance, came a low, sad moaning. Nearer

and nearer it approached, mounting louder and louder in volume.

The great trees bent in unison as though pressed earthward

by a mighty hand. Farther and farther toward the ground

they inclined, and still there was no sound save the deep and

awesome moaning of the wind.