TARZAN AND THE FOX ~ 32.01.03
A
hunting party had gathered at the Greystoke estate in England, and now
they were waiting for their host to start.
"You look marvelous,
John!" said Lady Greystoke when her husband finally appeared in the hunting
clothes that she had persuaded him to buy.
"I feel silly," he said.
"To think that I, Tarzan of the apes. . ."
"You are Tarzan no longer,"
she reminded him. "You have come into your birthright as Lord Greystoke.
For my sake, John. . . " And she stopped his protest with a kiss.
For the sake of the
wife he loved, Tarzan had been trying to adapt himself to the life of an
English country gentleman, but, now that he was off on the hunt, something
of the exhilaration of his jungle days swept through him. Even at their
own sports Tarzan excelled the products of an effete civilization. Leading
the field, Tarzan at last sighted the fox on the distant horizon with the
pack of hounds in full cry after him. The little animal was at bay when
Tarzan galloped up. But
Tarzan was no "sportsman."
He killed in the jungle for meat or to save a life. When he saw the little
hunted fox, he felt closer to him than to the hunters with whom he had
gone hunting. To the fox he talked, using the language of the apes.
The fox did not understand
the words; but he understood that Tarzan was his friend, and gradually
the little, frightened, hunted thing sought the shelter of the Ape-Man's
arms. As other hunters arrived, Tarzan turned on them fiercely, growling
like a beast himself.
"The hunt is off!" he
said. "The fox is my little brother."
It was incidents like
this that made Lady Greystoke realize that Tarzan belonged in Africa. .
. Free once more to indulge the wild joy of life with his brothers,
the apes.
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