ns 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.

"I should like to go there and see this strange city," said Tarzan,
"and get some of their yellow metal from its fierce inhabitants."

"It is a long march," replied Waziri, "and I am an old man, but if you
will wait until the rainy season is over and the rivers have gone down
I will take some of my warriors and go with you."

And Tarzan had to be contented with that arrangement, though he would
have liked it well enough to have set off the next morning--he was as
impatient as a child. Really Tarzan of the Apes was but a child, or a
primeval man, which is the same thing in a way.

The next day but one a small party of hunters returned to the village
from the south to report a large herd of ele