
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.
This is the tale of Bradley after he left Fort Dinosaur
upon the west coast of the great lake that is in
the center of the island.
Upon the fourth day of September, 1916, he set out
with four companions, Sinclair, Brady, James, and Tippet,
to search along the base of the barrier cliffs for a
point at which they might be scaled.
Through the heavy Caspakian air, beneath the
swollen sun, the five men marched northwest from
Fort Dinosaur, now waist-deep in lush, jungle grasses
starred with myriad gorgeous blooms, now across
open meadow-land and parklike expanses and again
plunging into dense forests of eucalyptus and acacia
and giant arboreous ferns with feathered fronds waving
gently a hundred feet above their heads.
About them upon the ground, among the trees and
in the air over them moved and swung and soared
the countless forms of Caspak's teeming life. Always
were they menaced by some frightful thing and seldom
were their rifles cool, yet even in the brief time
they had dwelt upon Caprona they had become callous
to danger, so that they swung along laughing and
chatting like soldiers on a summer hike.
"This reminds me of South Clark Street," remarked
Brady, who had once served on the traffic squad in
Chicago; and as no one asked him why, he volunteered
that it was "because it's no place for an
Irishman."
"South Clark Street and heaven have something in
common, then," suggested Sinclair. James and Tippet
laughed, and then a hideous growl broke from a
dense thicket ahead and diverted their attention to
other matters.
"One of them behemoths of 'Oly Writ," muttered
Tippet as they came to a halt and with guns ready
awaited the almost inevitable charge.
"Hungry lot o' beggars, these," said Bradley; "always
trying to eat everything they see."
For a moment no further sound came from the
thicket. "He may be feeding now," suggested Bradley.
"We'll try to go around him. Can't waste ammunition.
Won't last forever. Follow me." And he set off
at right angles to their former course, hoping to avert
a charge. They had taken a dozen steps, perhaps,
when the thicket moved to the advance of the thing
within it, the leafy branches parted, and the hideous
head of a gigantic bear emerged.
"Pick your trees," whispered Bradley. "Can't
waste ammunition."
The men looked about them. The bear took a
couple of steps forward, still growling menacingly.
He was exposed to the shoulders now. Tippet took
one look at the monster and bolted for the nearest
tree; and then the bear charged.
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