entered his head. It would have been as revolt-
ing to him as is cannibalism to us.

But who was Kulonga that he might not be
eaten as fairly as Horta, the boar, or Bara, the
deer? Was he not simply another of the count-
less wild things of the jungle who preyed upon
one another to satisfy the cravings of hunger?

Of a sudden, a strange doubt stayed his hand,
Had not his books taught him that he was a man?
And was not The Archer a man, also?

Did men eat men? Alas, he did not know.
Why, then, this hesitancy! Once more he
essayed the effort, but of a sudden a qualm of
nausea overwhelmed him. He did not under-
stand.

All he knew was that he could not eat the flesh
of this black man, and thus hereditary instinct,
ages old, usurped the functions of his untaught
mind and saved him from transgressing a world-
wide law of whose very existence he was ig-
norant.

Quickly he lowered Kulonga's body to the
ground, removed the noose, and took to the trees
again.

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