Todayhelookedforwardtosomeslightrelieffromthemonotonyofhisexistenceinsuchexcitementashemightderivefrombaitingtheblacks。
Itwasnotyetdarkwhenhereachedthevillageandtookhisplaceinthegreattreeoverhangingthepalisade。
Frombeneathcameagreatwailingoutofthedepthsofanear-byhut。ThenoisefelldisagreeablyuponTarzan’sears——itjarredandgrated。Hedidnotlikeit，sohedecidedtogoawayforawhileinthehopesthatitmightcease；butthoughhewasgoneforacoupleofhoursthewailingstillcontinuedwhenhereturned。
Withtheintentionofputtingaviolentterminationtotheannoyingsound，Tarzanslippedsilentlyfromthetreeintotheshadowsbeneath。Creepingstealthilyandkeepingwellinthecoverofotherhuts，heapproachedthatfromwhichrosethesoundsoflamentation。Afireburnedbrightlybeforethedoorwayasitdidbeforeotherdoorwaysinthevillage。
Afewfemalessquattedabout，occasionallyaddingtheirownmournfulhowlingstothoseofthemasterartistwithin。