Son of Tarzan
Written by ERB between January 21 and May 11, 1915
Art by J. Allen St. John
Part I: Publishing History ~ Summary ~ Cast ~ Chapters I-VIII
Historiated Initials ~ Decorations ~ Interior Line Art
Continued in Part II
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The long boat of the Marjorie W.
was floating down the 
broad Ugambi with ebb tide and current.
 

There, screaming at them
in a cracked falsetto and 
with skinny arms outstretched, 
stood a strange apparition of a man.

MR. HAROLD MOORE 
was a bilious-countenanced, 
studious young man.

As the trainer, with raised lash, 
hesitated an instant at the entrance 
to the box where the boy 
and the ape confronted him, 
a tall broad-shouldered man 
pushed past him and entered. 

The killing of the 
friendless old Russian, 
Michael Sabrov, 
by his great trained ape, 
was a matter for 
newspaper comment 
for a few days.

CAPTAIN ARMAND JACOT 
of the Foreign Legion 
sat upon an 
outspread saddle blanket 
at the foot of 
a stunted palm tree.

His first night 
in the jungle 
was one which
the son of Tarzan 
held longest 
in his memory.

Akut, 
discovering that 
the boy was 
not close behind him, 
turned back 
to search for him.

A year had passed 
since the two Swedes 
had been driven in terror 
from the savage country 
where The Sheik held sway.