"There was no mercy in them.When it was not slaves they sought it was ivory, but usually it was both.Our men were killed and our women driven away like sheep.We fought against them for many years, but our arrows and spears could not prevail against the sticks which spit fire and lead and death to many times the distance that our mightiest warrior could place an arrow.At last, when my father was a young man, the Arabs came again, but our warriors saw them a long way off, and Chowambi, who was chief then, told his people to gather up their belongings and come away with him--that he would lead them far to the south until they found a spot to which the Arab raiders did not come.
"And they did as he bid, carrying all their belongings, including many tusks of ivory.For months they wandered, suffering untold hardships and privations, for much of the way was through dense jungle, and across mighty mountains, but finally they came to this spot, and although they sent parties farther on to search for an even better location, none has ever been found.""And the raiders have never found you here?" asked Tarzan.
"About a year ago a small party of Arabs and Manyuema stumbled upon us, but we drove them off, killing many.
For days we followed them, stalking them for the wild beasts they are, picking them off one by one, until but a handful remained, but these escaped us."As Busuli talked he fingered a heavy gold armlet that encircled the glossy hide of his left arm.Tarzan's eyes had been upon the ornament, but his thoughts were elsewhere.
Presently he recalled the question he had tried to ask when he first came to the tribe--the question he could not at that time make them understand.For weeks he had forgotten so trivial a thing as gold, for he had been for the time a truly primeval man with no thought beyond today.But of a sudden the sight of gold awakened the sleeping civilization that was in him, and with it came the lust for wealth.That lesson Tarzan had learned well in his brief experience of the ways of civilized man.He knew that gold meant power and pleasure.
He pointed to the bauble.
"From whence came the yellow metal, Busuli?" he asked.
The black pointed toward the southeast.
"A moon's march away--maybe more," he replied.
"Have you been there?" asked Tarzan.
"No, but some of our people were there years ago, when my father was yet a young man.One of the parties that searched farther for a location for the tribe when first they settled here came upon a strange people who wore many ornaments of yellow metal.Their spears were tipped with it, as were their arrows, and they cooked in vessels made all of solid metal like my armlet.
"They lived in a great village in huts that were built of stone and surrounded by a great wall.They were very fierce, rushing out and falling upon our warriors before ever they learned that their errand was a peaceful one.Our men were few in number, but they held their own at the top of a little rocky hill, until the fierce people went back at sunset into their wicked city.Then our warriors came down from their hill, and, after taking many ornaments of yellow metal from the bodies of those they had slain, they marched back out of the valley, nor have any of us ever returned.
"They are wicked people--neither white like you nor black like me, but covered with hair as is Bolgani, the gorilla.
Yes, they are very bad people indeed, and Chowambi was glad to get out of their country.""And are none of those alive who were with Chowambi, and saw these strange people and their wonderful city?" asked Tarzan.
"Waziri, our chief, was there," replied Busuli."He was a very young man then, but he accompanied Chowambi, who was his father."So that night Tarzan asked Waziri about it, and Waziri, who was now an old man, said that it was a long march, but that the way was not difficult to follow.He remembered it well.
"For ten days we followed this river which runs beside our village.Up toward its source we traveled until on the tenth day we came to a little spring far up upon the side of a lofty mountain range.In this little spring our river is born.
The next day we crossed over the top of the mountain, and upon the other side we came to a tiny rivulet which we followed down into a great forest.For many days we traveled along the winding banks of the rivulet that had now become a river, until we came to a greater river, into which it emptied, and which ran down the center of a mighty valley.
"Then we followed this large river toward its source, hoping to come to more open land.After twenty days of marching from the time we had crossed the mountains and passed out of our own country we came again to another range of mountains.
Up their side we followed the great river, that had now dwindled to a tiny rivulet, until we came to a little cave near the mountain-top.In this cave was the mother of the river.
"I remember that we camped there that night, and that it was very cold, for the mountains were high.The next day we decided to ascend to the top of the mountains, and see what the country upon the other side looked like, and if it seemed no better than that which we had so far traversed we would return to our village and tell them that they had already found the best place in all the world to live.
"And so we clambered up the face of the rocky cliffs until we reached the summit, and there from a flat mountain-top we saw, not far beneath us, a shallow valley, very narrow; and upon the far side of it was a great village of stone, much of which had fallen and crumbled into decay."The balance of Waziri's story was practically the same as that which Busuli had told.