Adventure stories; Fantasy fiction; Tarzan (Fictitious character) -- Fiction
more than twenty feet wide and eroded from solid granite cliffs. Here
there was no concealment whatsoever, and the ape-man realized that to
enter it would mean almost immediate discovery. Glancing about, he saw
that by making a slight detour he could reach the summit of the gorge,
where, amid tumbled, granite boulders and stunted trees and shrubs, he
knew that he could find sufficient concealment, and perhaps a plainer
view of the trail beyond.
Nor was he mistaken, for, when he had reached a vantage point far above
the trail, he saw ahead an open pocket in the mountain, the cliffs
surrounding which were honeycombed with numerous openings, which, it
seemed to Tarzan, could be naught else than the mouths of tunnels. Rough
wooden ladders reached to some of them, closer to the base of the
cliffs, while from others knotted ropes dangled to the ground below. Out
of these tunnels emerged men carrying little sacks of earth, which they
dumped in a common pile beside a rivulet which ran through the gorge.
Here other blacks, supervised by Bolgani, were engaged in washing the
dirt, but what they hoped to find or what they did find, Tarzan could
not guess.
Along one side of the rocky basin many other blacks were engaged in
quarrying the granite from the cliffs, which had been cut away through
similar operations into a series of terraces running from the floor of
the basin to the summit of the cliff. Here naked blacks toiled with
primitive tools under the supervision of savage Bolgani. The activities
of the quarrymen were obvious enough, but what the others were bringing
from the mouths of the tunnels Tarzan could not be positive, though the
natural assumption was that it was gold. Where, then, did they obtain
their diamonds? Certainly not from these solid granite cliffs.
A few minutes’ observation convinced Tarzan that the trail he had
followed from the forest ended in this little cul-de-sac, and so he
sought a way upward and around it, in search of a pass across the range.
The balance of that day and nearly all the next he devoted to his
efforts in this direction, only in the end to be forced to admit that
there was no egress from the valley upon this side. To points far above
the timber line he made his way, but there, always, he came face to face
with sheer, perpendicular cliffs of granite towering high above him,
upon the face of which not even the ape-man could find foothold. Along
the southern and eastern sides of the basin he carried his
investigation, but with similar disappointing results, and then at last
he turned his steps back toward the forest with the intention of seeking
a way out through the valley of Opar with La, after darkness had fallen.
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