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The Project Gutenberg Etext of Jungle Tales of Tarzan
by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Contents
CHAPTER
1
Tarzan's First Love 2 The Capture of Tarzan 3 The Fight for the Balu 4
The God of Tarzan 5 Tarzan and the Black Boy 6 The Witch-Doctor
Seeks Vengeance 7 The End of Bukawai 8 The Lion 9 The Nightmare
10 The Battle for Teeka 11 A Jungle Joke 12 Tarzan Rescues the Moon

1
Tarzan's First Love
TEEKA, STRETCHED AT luxurious ease in the shade of the tropical
forest, presented, unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young,

feminine loveliness. Or at least so thought Tarzan of the Apes, who
squatted upon a low-swinging branch in a near-by tree and looked
down upon her.
Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of the
jungle-forest giant, his brown skin mottled by the brilliant equatorial
sunlight which percolated through the leafy canopy of green above him,
his clean-limbed body relaxed in graceful ease, his shapely head partly
turned in contemplative absorption and his intelligent, gray eyes
dreamily devouring the object of their devotion, you would have
thought him the reincarnation of some demigod of old.
You would not have guessed that in infancy he had suckled at the
breast of a hideous, hairy she-ape, nor that in all his conscious past
since his parents had passed away in the little cabin by the landlocked
harbor at the jungle's verge, he had known no other associates than the
sullen bulls and the snarling cows of the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.
Nor, could you have read the thoughts which passed through that active,
healthy brain, the longings and desires and aspirations which the sight
of Teeka inspired, would you have been any more inclined to give
credence to the reality of the origin of the ape-man. For, from his
thoughts alone, you could never have gleaned the truth--that he had
been born to a gentle English lady or that his sire had been an English
nobleman of time-honored lineage.
Lost to Tarzan of the Apes was the truth of his origin. That he was John
Clayton, Lord Greystoke, with a seat in the House of Lords, he did not
know, nor, knowing, would have understood.
Yes, Teeka was indeed beautiful!
Of course Kala had been beautiful--one's mother is always that--but
Teeka was beautiful in a way all her own, an indescribable sort of way
which Tarzan was just beginning to sense in a rather vague and hazy
manner.
For years had Tarzan and Teeka been play-fellows, and Teeka still

continued to be playful while the young bulls of her own age were
rapidly becoming surly and morose. Tarzan, if he gave the matter much
thought at all, probably reasoned that his growing attachment for the
young female could be easily accounted for by the fact that of the
former playmates she and he alone retained any desire to frolic as of
old.
But today, as he sat gazing upon her, he found himself noting the
beauties of Teeka's form and features--something he never had done
before, since none of them had aught to do with Teeka's ability to race
nimbly through the lower terraces of the forest in the primitive games
of tag and hide-and-go-seek which Tarzan's fertile brain evolved.
Tarzan scratched his head, running his fingers deep into the shock of
black hair which framed his shapely, boyish face--he scratched his head
and sighed. Teeka's new-found beauty became as suddenly his despair.
He envied her the handsome coat of hair which covered her body. His
own smooth, brown hide he hated with a hatred born of disgust and
contempt. Years back he had harbored a hope that some day he, too,
would be clothed in hair as were all his brothers and sisters; but of late
he had been forced to abandon the delectable dream.
Then there were Teeka's great teeth, not