From the heart of the jungle comes a savage cry of victory. This is Tarzan, Lord of the jungle.

From the black core of Dark Africa, land of enchantment, mystery and violence,

comes one of the most colorful figures of all time, transcribed from the immortal pen of Edgar Rice Burrows.

Tarzan, the bronze white son of the jungle, and now in the very words of Mr. Burrows, the story of Congo Christmas.

The village of the Karmiki tribe consisted of a rambling collection of fetched huts,

a lean-to where the women ground corn and cassava, a palabra house and other tribal buildings,

and a spiked boomer that enclose the village in a vain attempt to keep out the terrors of the jungle.

But one building in the Maggi stood out from the others. It was of costly teakwood and mahogany.

Its door was a pernished copper, and fierce guards stood at its entrance way.

This was the temple of Miyomoko, moon god of the Karmiki.

A single eye of the moon god, a priceless star sapphire in the center of its forehead,

ploughed malevolently in the near darkness of the jungle dusk,

as a handsome young warrior placed a sacrifice of wild fruit at the feet of his idol.

Great Miyomoko, forgive Kedi for what he has done.

Kedi not know what he do to make moon god angry,

but now he not catch fish in his nets.

Animals not come to his traps, his cattle run away,

and Kedi not find them.

Why you are angry, great Miyomoko.

I will tell you why Miyomoko is angry son of Karmiki.

What the high priest?

Miyomoko is not angry with you, Kedi.

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