
Serve yourself, your children with the tools that seed intuitive thinking skills, books that challenge and enrich the imagination. Take them back to the time before the mind-controlling television and electronic games to the origins of the ideas that gave birth to these electronic miracles. - BOOKS that fuel the creative processes of the human imagination. Edgar Rice Burroughs was one such man and author that enriched the minds of many a person.
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About the Author
Edgar Rice Burroughs is one of the world's most
popular authors. With no previous experience as an
author, he wrote and sold his first novel--'A Princess
of Mars' in 1912. In the ensuing thirty-eight years until
his death in 1950, Burroughs wrote ninety-one books
and a host of short stories and articles. Although best
known as the creator of the classic Tarzan of the Apes
and John Carter of Mars, his restless imagination knew
few bounds. Burroughs's prolific pen ranged from the
American West to primitive Africa and on to romantic
adventure on the moon, the planets, and even beyond
the farthest star.
No one knows how many copies of ERB books have
been published throughout the world. It is conservative
to say, however, that with the translations into
thirty-two known languages, including Braille, the
number must ran into the hundreds of millions. When
one considers the additional worldwide following of
the Tarzan newspaper feature, radio programs, comic
magazines, motion pictures, and television,
Burroughs must have been known and loved by literally
a thousand million or more.
NU OF THE NIOCENE
NU, THE son of Nu, his mighty muscles rolling beneath
his smooth bronzed skin, moved silently
through the jungle primeval. His handsome head with
its shock of black hair, roughly cropped between
sharpened stones, was high held, the delicate nostrils
questioning each vagrant breeze for word of Oo,
hunter of men.
Now his trained senses catch the familiar odor of
Ta, the great woolly rhinoceros, directly in his path,
but Nu, the son of Nu, does not hunt Ta this day. Does
not the hide of Ta's brother already hang before the
entrance of Nu's cave? No, today Nu hunts the gigantic
cat, the fierce saber-toothed tiger, Oo, for Nat-ul,
wondrous daughter of old Tha, will mate with none
but the mightiest of hunters.
Only so recently as the last darkness, as, beneath
the great, equatorial moon, the two had walked hand
in hand beside the restless sea she had made it quite
plain to Nu, the son of Nu, that not even he, son of the
chief of chiefs, could claim her unless there hung at
the thong of his loin cloth the fangs of Oo.
"Nat-ul," she had said to him, "wishes her man to be greater than other men. She loves Nu now better
than her very life, but if Love is to walk at her side
during a long life Pride and Respect must walk with
it." Her slender hand reached up to stroke the young
giant's black hair. "I am very proud of my Nu even
now," she continued, "for among all the young men of
the tribe there is no greater hunter, or no mightier
fighter than Nu, the son of Nu. Should you, singlehanded,
slay Oo before a grown man's beard has
darkened your cheek there will be none greater in
all the world than Nat-ul's mate, Nu, the son of Nu."
The young man was still sensible to the sound of
her soft voice and the caress of her gentle touch upon
his brow. As these things had sent him speeding forth
into the savage jungle in search of Oo while the day
was still so young that the night-prowling beasts of
prey were yet abroad, so they urged him forward
deeper and deeper into the dark and trackless mazes
of the tangled forest.
As he forged on the scent of Ta became stronger,
until at last the huge, ungainly beast loomed large
before Nu's eyes. He was standing in a little clearing,
in deep, rank jungle grasses, and had he not been
head on toward Nu he would not have seen him, since
even his acute hearing was far too dull to apprehend
the noiseless tread of the cave man, moving lightly
up wind.
As the tiny, blood-shot eyes of the primordial beast
discovered the man the great head went down, and
Ta, ill natured and bellicose progenitor of the equally
ill natured and bellicose rhino of the twentieth century,
charged the lithe giant who had disturbed his
antediluvian meditation.
The creature's great bulk and awkward, uncouth lines belied his speed, for he tore down upon Nu with
all the swiftness of a thoroughbred and had not the
brain and muscle of the troglodyte been fitted by
heritage and training to the successful meeting of such
emergencies there would be no tale to tell today of
Nu of the Niocene.
But the young man was prepared, and turning he
ran with the swiftness of a hare toward the nearest
tree, a huge, arboraceous fern towering upon the
verge of the little clearing. Like a cat the man ran up
the perpendicular bole, his hands and feet seeming
barely to touch the projecting knobs marking the remains
of former fronds which converted the towering
stem into an easy stairway for such as he.
About Nu's neck his stone-tipped spear hung by
its rawhide thong down his back, while stone hatchet
and stone knife dangled from his gee-string, giving
him free use of his hands for climbing. You or I, having
once gained the seeming safety of the lowest
fronds of the great tree, fifty feet above the ground,
might have heaved a great sigh of relief that we had
thus easily escaped the hideous monster beneath; but
not so Nu, who was wise to the ways of the creatures
of his remote age.
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