He no longer looked upon the black man as his
brother; but rather as only another of the innumerable foes of the
bloodthirsty jungle--a beast of prey which walked upon two feet
instead of four.
But if the blacks were his enemies there were those in the world
who were not. There were those who always would welcome him with
open arms; who would accept him as a friend and brother, and with
whom he might find sanctuary from every enemy. Yes, there were
always white men. Somewhere along the coast or even in the depths
of the jungle itself there were white men. To them he would be
a welcome visitor. They would befriend him. And there were also
the great apes--the friends of his father and of Akut. How glad
they would be to receive the son of Tarzan of the Apes! He hoped
that he could come upon them before he found a trading post upon the
coast. He wanted to be able to tell his father that he had known
his old friends of the jungle, that he had hunted with them, that
he had joined with them in their savage life, and their fierce,
primeval ceremonies--the strange ceremonies of which Akut had tried
to tell him.
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