ders in every possible manner, and nothing
seemed to him a more distinguishing badge of
manhood than ornaments and clothing.

To this end, therefore, he collected the vari-
ous arm and leg ornaments he had taken from
the black warriors who had succumbed to his
swift and silent noose, and donned them all after
the way he had seen them worn.

About his neck hung the golden chain from
which depended the diamond encrusted locket of
his mother, the Lady Alice. At his back was a
quiver of arrows slung from a leathern shoulder
belt, another piece of loot from some vanquished
black.

About his waist was a belt of tiny strips of
rawhide fashioned by himself as a support for
the home-made scabbard in which hung his
father's hunting knife. The long bow which had
been Kulonga's hung over his left shoulder.

The young Lord Greystoke was indeed a
strange and warlike figure, his mass of black hair
falling to his shoulders behind and cut with his
hunting knife to a rude bang upon his forehead,
that it might not fall before his eyes.

His straight and perfect figure, muscled as
the best of the ancient Roman gladiators must
have been muscled, and yet with the soft and
sinuous curves of a Greek god, told at a glance
the wondrous combination of enormous strength
with suppleness and speed.

A personification, was Tarzan of the Apes,

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