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  Author comment: There are two books included in this volume. The first might be characterized as a previously unknown or "missing" section of the original tale. Mr. Burroughs told a fine story, but because of the mores of the day, was unable to tell the ... whole story ... per se. As such, the first book is a relatively short, sweet supplement to the Tarzan story.

  The second book is a sequel that opens and expands the jungle world, by introducing a new character into the Tarzan story. The two books are written about different generations, in different styles. This is just a natural extension of the fact that each generation changes the way the human story is told. It cannot be otherwise.

  Book One

  Jungle Virgins - How Jane Met Tarzan

  By Robert Lubrican

  Foreword: This is an exploration of what might have happened, from the viewpoint of the participants, rather than hypothetical historians.

  So, submerge yourself in the jungle, where civilization, as we know it, doesn't exist. This imagining is somewhat herky-jerky (I've always wanted to use that term!) but I felt like it had to be, because the interaction of a civilized female, with a mostly animal man, would be both herky and jerky until communication was established. But there are different kinds of communication. There is a natural kind of expression of need that requires no civilized language.

  And that kind of communication would probably come first ... don't you think?

  So come along on this herky-jerky adventure of the exploration of what might happen when cultures conflict, language is insufficient, and the natural order of things seems to thrust itself to the forefront of life.

  * * *

  Tarzan was about five when he was lost in the Jungles of the Congo. He was found by a female gorilla whose baby had died and she adopted the strange looking creature as her own. Tarzan knew she was a gorilla, and that he was not, but there was nothing he could do about it.

  And, his new mother was a good mother, all things considered. Her baby was weak and pale, but he had beautiful eyes and he snarled a lot, which Gorillas considered 'manly'. It took her years to learn that that snarl meant he was happy. He grew more slowly than normal, but soon he could hold his own in the trees with his ape brothers and sisters. He still wasn't as strong, but he was much much smarter. When he wanted something he almost always got it. And he had learned the ways of all the other animals in the jungle, a thing his mother appreciated more than once when he got the family out of trouble with some of those that were predators.

  Within two decades of being adopted by Munaga, his 'beastly' mother, Tarzan could out-think, out-hunt, and out-smart anything in the jungle that he couldn't out-fight.

  * * *

  Jane was eighteen when the plane she was traveling in went down in the jungle. The tall trees that ripped the fuselage to shreds paradoxically cushioned it to some degree. Not that it helped any of the others on board. But Jane happened to be in the one place in the plane that did not get a tree branch shoved through it, and her safety belt was fastened. She did get a severe blow to the head that knocked her unconscious during the crash. She ended up about twenty feet off the ground, upside down, hanging from her seat belt.

  She regained consciousness with a crushing headache and a sense of complete catastrophe. She smelled the jungle first and remembered the pilot's warning that they were going to crash. Her eyes jerked open, but everything looked wrong. She jerked and found herself swinging in the air. She looked "up" and saw bushes, tree trunks ... and a naked man. He was looking "down" at her. Then she realized she was hanging upside down in a tree and that she was helpless. She couldn't see the man very well. Her face felt flushed and her face swollen. She was close to blacking out again because all the blood in her body seemed to have settled in her head.

  She managed a weak "Help me" before everything went back to black.

  * * *

  Tarzan knew about the great silver birds that flew over the jungle. He had hidden in the jungle once as he saw one land in a cleared field near a village. Humans the bird had eaten were vomited out, or cut their way out of the stomach of the bird somehow. He didn't understand all that, especially since the bird usually roared and took flight again after the humans escaped. The people who came out of the birds were always pale, like him. But every pale human he had ever seen was bad. They killed the animals and then didn't eat them. They killed members of his family. They killed everything. He tried to make sure he never had anything to do with them.

  Unless they threatened his friends. Then they died.

  He had found many interesting things on the bodies of the pale ones he'd killed. They had skins that could be taken off and put back on. He didn't think those were a very good idea, but all the pale ones used them. Some of them wore pieces of polished crystal on their faces. He found out those were good for calling fire from brother sun. But he only needed one. The only really good thing he had found was a metal claw that could be carried in the hand. His black brothers in the jungle had these things too and used them to cut up the game they hunted. The one he'd taken from a dead pale one stayed sharp almost forever and was very useful. There was even a little pouch made of hard skin to keep it in. He wore that around his neck. More than once his lack of good claws had gotten him into trouble, but now, with his long sharp claw he could fight back. It was also good for cutting off some of the longer fur that grew from his head. For some reason his head fur grew a lot longer than his mother's. But then she had fur everywhere, and he had it only in a few places.

  But now one of the silver birds had tried to land in a tree and had fallen apart. He explored, finding two pale ones that had been inside the bird, but they were already dead.

  He saw another one hanging from a tendon or something, up in the tree. That one had said a word that sounded familiar. His family didn't talk that way, but he remembered when he was very young that he had used that word. He vocalized it slowly "hellllpp".

  Now he remembered! That was a word that meant you needed assistance. The pale one had called out for assistance. He started to leave. He hadn't found anything interesting in all the stuff that had fallen out of the bird.

  But he was curious about the pale one. This one seemed to be hurt, and might not be so dangerous.

  He climbed the tree.

  As he got closer to the pale one he saw that it looked different from all the others he had seen. It's legs were bare for one thing. Then he realized that the removable skin it wore was hanging down. It wore something white where it's sex organs were. And this pale one had long hair on it's head, like he did. All the others had had short hair and usually wore some kind of molded leaf type thing on their heads. This one had the things on its feet that he had seen on the others. He thought they protected the feet, like an extra layer of skin.

  It moaned and opened its eyes.

  He was amazed. This pale one had eyes the same color as his! He had seen his eyes in his reflection in pools of water and they were green, like a plant. He had never seen any pale one with eyes like his. It made gurgling noises in its throat and its mouth opened. It made the noise again "Help me, please".

  * * *

  Jane came to again, her head still aching and feeling like it was stuffed with cotton. The naked man was right in front of her! He had climbed the tree. She was having a hard time breathing. "Help me, please" she gasped. The man's hand went to something hanging around his neck. He had a knife! He reached toward her and began cutting at her dress.

  What was he doing? Then she realized he was trying to find what was holding her to the seat. Her arms had been hanging down toward the ground and she brought them to her lap with an effort. She fumbled through the folds of her dress and found the s
eat belt. She traced it back toward the seat and slapped it several times to show the man.

  He grunted and reached toward her hand. She felt the vibrations of the knife biting into the belt.

  Then she was falling.

  * * *

  Tarzan heard the words and remembered their meaning. He almost decided to climb back down the tree and leave this pale one to die. But something about it was interesting. It seemed to sleep like a bat, hanging upside down. But when it woke up it wanted help. It wasn't gripping the tree with its feet, and he knew that pale ones had no tail. Something must be holding it up. He searched through the removable skin, cutting pieces away so he could see. It's hand came up and started patting a wide strip of thick skin. Aha! That's what was holding it to the thing it had been sitting on. He began using his claw to cut the skin. Suddenly it snapped and the pale one fell.

  Tarzan knew he could have jumped that far and it would have been fine, but the pale ones from outside the jungle didn't seem to be very agile or healthy, so he decided not to let this one fall. Like his brother, the cobra, his hand struck at the foot of the pale one. Then he held to a nearby vine as its weight came on his arm. It weighed very little. He began to think it might be a pale one child. Indeed, it began making a sound like a youth in trouble.

  * * *

  Jane took in a breath to scream and felt herself jerk to a stop in mid air. Her scream continued, but out of reflex, now. She tried to see what had her foot, but her dress was now hanging down over her face. She batted at it, trying to control the folds of cloth. Finally she got a glimpse of the naked man holding her foot. All that was holding him - and her - in the tree was his other hand on a vine. She swooned and lost consciousness again.

  * * *

  The pale one went limp in his grasp and Tarzan thought it was a very strange creature to fall asleep in these circumstances. He pulled it back up, slung it over his shoulder and climbed down.

  He laid it out on the forest floor and began examining it. He decided to take it's removable skin off to see if it was hurt. His claw made short work of that.

  That was when he discovered that this was a female pale one.

  He'd never seen one of them before. It had teats like his mother, only they were much larger, and were soft. His mother's nipples were black and tough, but the ones on this female were pink and soft.

  In fact all of her was soft.

  He looked where the sex organs should be, and found the white thing was another removable skin. It ripped easily. Yes, there was the female's sex organ. It had a patch of hair around it, like his sex organ did. Maybe this pale one wasn't as young as he thought.

  He sat back, amazed at this pale one. It was soft and smelled good. He didn't think it would live very long in the jungle, though. It didn't look strong. Still ... it was fascinating. Maybe he could learn something about the ways of the pale ones who caused so much trouble in the jungle, before this one died.

  Thinking of the trouble the pale ones often caused, he went back to the area where the bird had died. He hunted everywhere for the long sticks that spat fire and thunder and killed everything they pointed at. But he didn't find any.

  That was also very odd. He'd never seen a pale one without one of those dangerous sticks. He was getting more and more curious about this pale female he'd found. He decided to keep her alive for a while. Maybe she would do something interesting. He picked her up, slung her over his shoulder and headed for his tree house.

  * * *

  Jane woke and at once realized her headache was much better. She felt pain almost everywhere on her body, but she wasn't hanging from the tree any more. She was lying on something soft and it smelled good.

  Suddenly she remembered falling and sat bolt upright. Immediately her head emptied of blood, she swooned and she fell backwards, unable to break her fall.

  She bounced on something soft.

  She was dizzy, but could at least think. Obviously she hadn't been killed in the fall. First the plane crashed and then the fall. She was overflowing with luck today. She turned her head and saw she was lying on a thick bed of grass. She thought dried grass would be prickly and uncomfortable, but this was wonderful. She lay there aching.

  Her hand came up to her chest.

  She was naked Again she sat bolt upright and she fought the dizziness as she surveyed her body. The only thing she had on was her stockings and shoes! What was going on? She looked around. She was in a large nest made of grass, in a tree! She felt under the grass and found a floor of branches, lashed together with vines. There was a roof of sorts, thatched, and only good enough to keep rain off. It wouldn't protect in the winter. She laughed at her thought. Here she was in equatorial Africa where the only thing one needed protection from was rain, and she was thinking of winter.

  The naked man! She remembered him now. She looked around fearfully. Where was he? It had to have been him who brought her here...who made this place. She remembered him holding her foot, keeping her from falling. He must be immensely strong.

  She examined the "house" again, more closely. She saw nothing man-made ... nothing that resembled a place a man would live in. It was utterly ... animal. Cleverly done, but still ... animal.

  Suddenly she remembered a tale she'd heard. Something about a white ape. He was legendary. All the hunters and safari men feared him. Some thought him a man, but most thought he was some odd kind of ape with no hair. No one had ever gotten a close look at him. He swung through the trees like an ape, but he was believed to be able to talk to the animals in the jungle.

  What was it they called him? Tazam? Tazman?

  No it was Tarzan. That was it. Tarzan - Tarzan of the Apes, King of the Jungle. Could the naked man be this legendary Tarzan? He was no ape. She knew that. She remembered seeing him in the tree, not two feet from her. And right in front of her face had been his genitals.

  Those were no ape genitals. His penis was thick and long and hung down below a set of testicles that were full looking. The penis of an ape was mostly inside unless there was actual mating going on. Or at least she thought so. She'd never actually examined an ape's sex organs. No proper woman would. But she'd seen her father naked once, had seen his penis and what he called his 'jewels.' This Tarzan, if that's who she'd seen, was much bigger. She pitied the woman who had to put up with that monster rutting in her.

  Suddenly she remembered she was naked. She groped frantically between her legs.

  No pain.

  What would it feel like if a man had been in her? She didn't know - had never experienced that. She thought she'd be able to tell, though, and she didn't feel any different than ever before. She sighed in relief.

  But if he hadn't ravished her, why had he removed her clothing? And why not her shoes? Her head began to ache again. There were so many questions.

  She felt the tree begin to sway and realized someone was climbing up to the nest. She looked first for a weapon, but there was nothing. Then the naked man's head cleared the edge of the nest and he looked at her. He bared his fangs. She gasped and one hand flew to cover her breasts. The other, already in her lap, tried to cover her mons.

  * * *

  Tarzan had made his rounds and went back to his home to see how the female human was. He had a feeling she'd still be there. He didn't think she could survive alone in the jungle. Most of the pale ones couldn't. They hired black ones to take them around and protect them. Usually all they had to be protected from was their own stupidity, but the animals all hated the pale ones. He knew she was awake before he even got to the tree. The limbs were moving slightly and there was no wind at this level in the forest canopy. That's why he'd built here. His scent didn't drift from this place. He didn't have many enemies in the jungle, but there were a few. He climbed up and looked at the ... what was that word? He tried to remember.

  Mama?

  No that was a particular woman. Woman! That was it! She was a woman! He smiled at the woman and she jumped. She started touching herself. She made the sign
that in ape language meant "Home" - the flat hand and arm placed across the chest. But her other hand made a sign he didn't know. He'd never seen an animal put one hand between the legs, knuckles out, cupped over the sex organ.

  She made the sound of a young one in trouble again and he looked around to see what was bothering her. He saw nothing dangerous, heard no danger. Maybe this pale woman had something wrong inside her head. She was breathing like she had just run all the way from the waterfall to the blue cliffs, but he knew she hadn't left the nest. She was very puzzling.

  He decided to try to communicate with her. He tried the word he'd most recently remembered. He pointed at her and said "Wu-man".

  * * *