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Burroughs, Edgar Rice

"The Son Of Tarzan"

As though guessing what must be passing through the other's mind, the stranger vouchsafed an explanation.


? ? ? ? "I came down from the north to do a little trading and hunting," he said, "and got way off the beaten track. My head man, who was the only member of the safari who had ever before been in the country, took sick and died. We could find no natives to guide us, and so I simply swung back straight north. We have been living on the fruits of our guns for over a month. Didn't have an idea there was a white man within a thousand miles of us when we camped last night by a water hole at the edge of the plain. This morning I started out to hunt and saw the smoke from your chimney, so I sent my gun bearer back to camp with the good news and rode straight over here myself. Of course I've heard of you--everybody who comes into Central Africa does--and I'd be mighty glad of permission to rest up and hunt around here for a couple of weeks."


? ? ? ? "Certainly," replied Bwana. "Move your camp up close to the river below my boys' camp and make yourself at home.


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