I The Pithecanthropus
II "To the Death!"
V In the Kor-ul-gryf
VI The Tor-o-don
VII Jungle Craft
IX Blood-Stained Altars
X The Forbidden Garden
XI The Sentence of Death
XII The Giant Stranger
XIII The Masquerader
XIV The Temple of the Gryf
XV "The King Is Dead!"
XVI The Secret Way
XVII By Jad-bal-lul
XVIII The Lion Pit of Tu-lur
XIX Diana of the Jungle
XX Silently in the Night
XXI The Maniac
XXII A Journey on a Gryf
XXIII Taken Alive
XXIV The Messenger of Death
Silent as the shadows through which he moved, the great beast slunk
through the midnight jungle, his yellow-green eyes round and staring,
his sinewy tail undulating behind him, his head lowered and flattened,
and every muscle vibrant to the thrill of the hunt. The jungle moon
dappled an occasional clearing which the great cat was always careful
to avoid. Though he moved through thick verdure across a carpet of
innumerable twigs, broken branches, and leaves, his passing gave forth
no sound that might have been apprehended by dull human ears.
Apparently less cautious was the hunted thing moving even as silently
as the lion a hundred paces ahead of the tawny carnivore, for instead
of skirting the moon-splashed natural clearings it passed directly
across them, and by the tortuous record of its spoor it might indeed be
guessed that it sought these avenues of least resistance, as well it
might, since, unlike its grim stalker, it walked erect upon two
feet--it walked upon two feet and was hairless except for a black
thatch upon its head; its arms were well shaped and muscular; its hands
powerful and slender with long tapering fingers and thumbs reaching
almost to the first joint of the index fingers. Its legs too were
shapely but its feet departed from the standards of all races of men,
except possibly a few of the lowest races, in that the great toes
protruded at right angles from the foot.
Pausing momentarily in the full light of the gorgeous African moon the
creature turned an attentive ear to the rear and then, his head lifted,
his features might readily have been discerned in the moonlight. They
were strong, clean cut, and regular--features that would have attracted
attention for their masculine beauty in any of the great capitals of
the world. But was this thing a man? It would have been hard for a
watcher in the trees to have decided as the lion's prey resumed its way
across the silver tapestry that Luna had laid upon the floor of the
dismal jungle, for from beneath the loin cloth of black fur that
girdled its thighs there depended a long hairless, white tail.
In one hand the creature carried a stout club, and suspended at its
left side from a shoulder belt was a short, sheathed knife, while a
cross belt supported a pouch at its right hip. Confining these straps
to the body and also apparently supporting the loin cloth was a broad
girdle which glittered in the moonlight as though encrusted with virgin
gold, and was clasped in the center of the belly with a huge buckle of
ornate design that scintillated as with precious stones.
Closer and closer crept Numa, the lion, to his intended victim, and
that the latter was not entirely unaware of his danger was evidenced by
the increasing frequency with which he turned his ear and his sharp
black eyes in the direction of the cat upon his trail. He did not
greatly increase his speed, a long swinging walk where the open places
permitted, but he loosened the knife in its scabbard and at all times
kept his club in readiness for instant action.
Forging at last through a narrow strip of dense jungle vegetation the
man-thing broke through into an almost treeless area of considerable
extent. For an instant he hesitated, glancing quickly behind him and
then up at the security of the branches of the great trees waving
overhead, but some greater urge than fear or caution influenced his
decision apparently, for he moved off again across the little plain
leaving the safety of the trees behind him.
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Tarzan the terrible was very entertaining, never dull.....full of imagination.
I grew up on Tarzan movies starring Johnny Weismuller and am quite pleased that when the motion-picture industry elected to make feature films around the Tarzan character they also chose too tell different stories than what Edgar Rice Burroughs actually wrote--thankfully. Burroughs did create in Tarzan an interesting character, though he, Tarzan, is a bit much to swallow, what with him being the strongest, smartest and most durable human who ever lived in trash fiction. Tarzan at once is stronger than Hercules, Samson, Achilles, Ajax, Hector and at least a dozen other fictional and legendary heroes combined. His superior British genes make him smarter than Isaac Newton, Galileo, Albert Einstein and Stephen Hawking combined, so much so that he can master intellectualisms that took us mortals thousands of years to achieve (I won't go into details because to do so might spoil the surprises--most of which brought a grimace, not a smile as I encountered each in turn during my reading). And he heals from injuries that would have killed mere mortals faster even than Burroughs' John Carter of mars--another of Burroughs not-to-be-believed heroes. Would you believe that after having an arm all but torn off, Tarzan was as good as new and stronger than ever just a couple of weeks later, right there in the jungle--no operating room, no surgeon, no anaesthesia, no stitches, no antibiotics and no physical therapy? Label me a skeptic if you will, but I find that just a bit hard to believe. The foregoing applies to Tarzan throughout Burroughs' Tarzan books. As for this particular book, I say it's trash pure and simple. Tarzan in The Land That Time Forgot?! Come on now. Tarzan is hard to take in the early Twentieth Century in a technically unsophisticated era but to introduce the reader to Burroughs' concept of the Jurassic Era peopled with dinosaurs and two different strains of protohumans with fully-developed language, architecture and a technology out of reality is too much for even my imagination to accept and I assure you that I have a very active and wide-ranging imagination. As I plodded through the pages of this book, I held out to the very end with little hope of getting a coherent story line that at least tied in with the other books in the Tarzan series. All my expectation were met. This book just doesn't pass muster. Would I recommend this book? No! It's not worth the read. Stick with the othet books in the Tarzan series; at least they stretch credibility just to the breading point, while Tarzan The Terrible takes you way beyond.#
Tarzan the Ter­ri­ble by Edgar Rice Bur­roughs, the eighth novel in the Tarzan series, con­tin­ues the adven­tures of the Ape Man from Tarzan the Untamed dur­ing World War I (the novel was pub­lished in 1921). Jane has been taken by Ger­mans sol­diers and Tarzan is fran­ti­cally look­ing for her. The fact that they are Eng­lish and World War I is rag­ing doesn’t help. Tarzan stum­bles upon Pal-ul-don (Land of Men) filled with strange humans and pre­his­toric animals. Tarzan befriends Ta-den, a war­rior of the Ho-don (a white and hair­less race) and Om-at, a chief of the Waz-don (hair and black skinned) tribes. Tarzan impresses his friends / cap­tur­ers so much that they name him Tarzan-Jad-Guru (Tarzan the Ter­ri­ble). Lo and behold, Jane is also a cap­tive at Pal-ul-don and is actu­ally lead­ing her incom­pe­tent Ger­man cap­tors through the jungle. Tarzan the Ter­ri­ble by Edgar Rice Bur­roughs should more accu­rately be called Tarzan the Untamed Part II. The story picks up from the point where Untamed has ended but the reader is privy to a bit more infor­ma­tion (I don’t think I’m spoil­ing any­thing when say­ing that Jane is … gasp … alive!) It seemed that in this book Mr. Bur­roughs has came to admit that Jane will be Tarzan’s mate, she comes to her own, has a bit more spunk and even hunts a rab­bit. Of course, our beloved pro­tag­o­nist is put through much agony, fights and dar­ing escapes, as is only appropriate. Even though there are still many more books in the series, it’s obvi­ous that at this point the author is milk­ing his suc­cess­ful for­mula for all its worth. And you know what? It works. While I did not enjoy this book as some of the oth­ers, I still thought the novel was excit­ing and fun to read. Bur­roughs sets up the dark­est regions of Africa to hold lost cities full with secrets, gold and … dinosaurs, not a bad setup for future novels.
I've been a huge fan of Burroughs for well over a decade now, and I've read a huge majority of his writings. As a sequel to the hugely entertaining Tarzan the Untamed, this was a novel I expected a lot from, and Burroughs didn't disappoint--till the end, that is. This will include spoilers, so anyone reading this who doesn't want a conception of the novel's end had better look away. For all the personal wrongs they had done him and the fact they clearly intended raping his wife and butchering him, Burroughs doesn't let Tarzan get personal revenge on Obergatz, Lu-don, and Mo-sar. Instead, while Tarzan's trussed up to be slaughtered like a lamb, Korak suddenly appears and becomes the book's deus ex machina. While it's cool at least a member of Tarzan's family did away with the villains, they never suffered as they should have for the murder they were about to commit, nor for the rape the contemplated against Jane Clayton. Clearly, Burroughs should have had Korak show up and free his father so the two could start slaughtering the villains immediately. Had it not been for this, the book would easily have deserved five stars for its rich imagery and nonstop action. Sadly, Burroughs decided to take what could have been the greatest Tarzan novel of all and ruin the ending. It's still recommended though for the 99 1/2% of the book that is good.