Tarzan and the Leopard Men By Edgar Rice Burroughs
The steel-clawed Leopard Men were looking for victims for their savage rites. The secret cult struck terror in the hearts of all the villagers. Only Orando of the Utengi dared to declare war on them. And with Orando went Tarzan of the Apes -- but a strangely changed Tarzan, who now believed that he was Muzimo, the spirit or demon who had been Orando's ancestor. There were traitors among Orando's people. And in the village of the Leopard Men was Kali Bwana, the white girl who had come to Africa to find a missing man. Only Tarzan could save her....
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Tarzan and the Leopard Men
Edgar Rice Burroughs
Published: 1933
Categorie(s): Fiction, Action & Adventure
Source: http://gutenberg.net.au About Burroughs:
Edgar Rice Burroughs (September 1, 1875 – March 19, 1950) was an American author, best known for his creation of the jungle hero Tarzan, although he also produced works in many genres. Source: Wikipedia
Also available on Feedbooks Burroughs:
- Tarzan of the Apes (1912)
- A Princess of Mars (1912)
- John Carter and the Giant of Mars (1940)
- The Gods of Mars (1918)
- A Fighting Man of Mars (1930)
- The Master Mind of Mars (1927)
- Swords of Mars (1934)
- The Warlord of Mars (1918)
- The Chessmen of Mars (1922)
- Synthetic Men of Mars (1939)
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Chapter 1 Storm
THE girl turned uneasily upon her cot. The fly, bellying in the rising wind, beat noisily against the roof of the tent. The guy ropes creaked as they tugged against their stakes. The unfastened flaps of the tent whipped angrily. Yet in the midst of this growing pandemonium, the sleeper did not fully awaken. The day had been a trying one. The long, monotonous march through the sweltering jungle had left her exhausted, as had each of the weary marches that had preceded it through the terrible, grueling days since she had left rail-head in that dim past that seemed now a dull eternity of suffering.
Perhaps she was less exhausted physically than before, as she was gradually becoming inured to the hardships; but the nervous strain of the past few days had taken its toll of energy since she had become aware of the growing insubordination of the native men who were her only companions on this rashly conceived and illy ordered safari.
Young, slight of build, accustomed to no sustained physical effort more gruelling than a round of golf, a few sets of tennis, or a morning canter on the back of a well-mannered mount, she had embarked upon this mad adventure without the slightest conception of the hardships and dangers that it would impose. Convinced almost from the first day that her endurance might not be equal to the heavy tax placed upon it, urged by her better judgment to turn back before it became too late, she had sturdily, and perhaps stubbornly, pushed on deeper and deeper into the grim jungle from which she had long since practically given up hope of extricating herself. Physically frail she might be for such an adventure, but no paladin of the Round Table could have boasted a sturdier will.
How compelling must be the exigency that urged her on! What necessity strove her from the paths of luxury and ease into the primeval forest and this unaccustomed life of danger, exposure, and fatigue? What ungovernable urge denied her the right of self-preservation now that she was convinced that her only chance of survival lay in turning back? Why had she come? Not to hunt; she had killed only under the pressure of necessity for food. Not to photograph the wild life of the African hinterland; she possessed no camera. Not in the interests of scientific research; if she had ever had any scientific interest it had been directed principally upon the field of cosmetics, but even that had languished and expired in the face of the fierce equatorial sun and before an audience consisting exclusively of low crowed, West Africans. The riddle, then, remains a riddle as unfathomable and inscrutable as the level gaze of her brave grey eyes.
The forest bent beneath the heavy hand of Usha, the wind. Dark clouds obscured the heavens. The voices of the jungle were silenced. Not even the greatest of the savage beasts risked calling the attention of the mighty forces of Nature to their presence. Only the sudden flares of the windswept beast-fires illumined the camp in fitful bursts that wrought grotesquely dancing shadow-shapes from the prosaic impedimenta of the safari, scattered upon the ground.
A lone and sleepy askari, bracing his back against the growing gale, stood careless guard. The camp slept, except for him and one other; a great hulking native, who crept stealthily toward the tent of the sleeping girl.
Then the fury of the storm broke upon the crouching forest. Lightning flashed. Thunder boomed, and rolled, and boomed again. Rain fell. At first in great drops and then in solid, wind-sped sheets it enveloped the camp.
Even the sleep of utter exhaustion could not withstand this final assault of Nature. The girl awoke. In the vivid and almost incessant flashes of lightning she saw a man entering the tent. Instantly she recognized him. The great, hulking figure of Golato the headman might not easily be mistaken for another. The girl raised herself upon an elbow.
"Is there something wrong, Golato?" she asked. "What do you want?"
"You, Kali Bwana," answered the man huskily.
So it had come at last! For two days she had been dreading it, her fears aroused by the changed attitude of the man toward her; a change that was reflected in the thinly veiled contempt of the other members of her party for her orders, in the growing familiarities of their speech and actions. She had seen it in the man's eyes.
From a holster at the side of her cot she drew a revolver. "Get out of here," she said, "or I'll kill you."
For answer the man leaped toward her. Then she fired.
Moving from west to east, the storm cut a swath through the forest. In its wake lay a trail of torn and twisted branches, here and there an uprooted tree. It sped on, leaving the camp of the girl far behind.
In the dark a man crouched in the shelter of a great tree, protected from the full fury of the wind by its hoary bole. In the hollow of one of his arms something cuddled close to his naked hide for warmth. Occasionally he spoke to it and caressed it with his free hand. His gentle solicitude for it suggested that it might be a child, but it was not. It was a small, terrified, wholly miserable little monkey. Born into a world peopled by large, savage creatures with a predilection for tender monkey meat he had early developed, perhaps inherited, an inferiority feeling that had reduced his activities to a series of screaming flights from dangers either real or imaginary.
His agility, however, often imparted a certain appearance of reckless bravado in the presence of corporeal enemies from whom experience had taught him he could easily escape; but in the face of Usha, the wind, Ara, the lightning, and Pand, the thunder, from whom none might escape, he was reduced to the nadir of trembling hopelessness. Not even the sanctuary of the mighty arms of his master from whose safe embrace he had often thrown insults into the face of Numa, the lion, could impart more than a fleeting sense of security.
He cowered and whimpered to each new gust of wind, each flash of lightning, each stunning burst of thunder. Suddenly the fury of the storm rose to the pinnacle of its Titanic might; there was the sound of rending wood from the ancient fibers of the jungle patriarch at whose foot the two had sought shelter. Catlike, from his squatting position, the man leaped to one side even as the great tree crashed to earth, carrying a half dozen, of its neighbors with it. As he jumped he tossed the monkey from him, free of the branches of the fallen monarch. He, himself, was less fortunate. A far spreading limb struck him heavily upon the head and, as he fell, pinned him to the ground.
Whimpering, the little monkey crouched in an agony of terror while the tornado, seemingly having wrought its worst, trailed off toward the east and new conquests. Presently, sensing the departure of the storm, he crept fearfully in search of his master, calling to him plaintively from time to time. It was dark. He could see nothing beyond a few feet from the end of his generous, sensitive nose. His master did not answer and that filled the little monkey with dire forebodings; but presently he found him beneath the fallen tree, silent and lifeless.
Nyamwegi had been the life of the party in the little thatched village of Kibbu, where he had gone from his own village of Tumbai to court a dusky belle. His vanity flattered by the apparent progress of his suit and by the very evident impression that his wit and personality had made upon the company of young people before whom he had capered and boasted, he had ignored the passage of time until the sudden fall of the equatorial night had warned him that he had long overstayed the time allowed him by considerations of personal safety.
Several miles of grim and forbidding forest separated the villages of Kibbu and Tumbai. They were miles fraught by night with many dangers, not the least of which to Nyamwegi were the most unreal, including, as they did, the ghosts of departed enemies and the countless demons that direct the destinies of human life, usually with malign intent.
He would have preferred to remain the night in Kibbu as had been suggested by his inamorata; but there was a most excellent reason why he could not, a reason that transcended in potency even the soft blandishments of a sweetheart or the terrors of the jungle night. It was a tabu that had been placed upon him by the witch-doctor of Tumbai for some slight transgression when the latter had discovered that, above all things, Nyamwegi would doubtless wish to spend many nights in Kibbu village. For a price the tabu might be lifted, a fact which doubtless had more to do with its imposition than the sin it purported to punish; but then, of course, the church must live-in Africa as elsewhere. The tragedy lay in the fact that Nyamwegi did not have the price; and tragedy indeed it proved for poor Nyamwegi.
On silent feet the young warrior followed the familiar trail toward Tumbai. Lightly he carried his spear and shield, at his hip swung a heavy knife; but of what potency were such weapons against the demons of the night? Much more efficacious was the amulet suspended about his neck, which he fingered often as he mumbled prayers to his muzimo, the protecting spirit of the ancestor for whom he had been named.
He wondered if the girl were worth the risk, and decided that she was not.
Kibbu village lay a mile behind when the storm overtook Nyamwegi. At first his anxiety to reach Tumbai and his fear of the night urged him on despite the buffetings of the gale; but at last he was forced to seek what shelter he could beneath a giant tree, where he remained until the greatest fury of the elements had subsided, though the lightning was still illuminating the forest as he pushed on. Thus the storm became his undoing, for where he might have passed unnoticed in the darkness the lightning revealed his presence to whatever enemy might be lurking along the trail.
He was already congratulating himself that half the journey had been accomplished when, without warning, he was seized from behind. He felt sharp talons sink into his flesh. With a scream of pain and terror he wheeled to extricate himself from the clutches of the thing that had seized him, the terrifying, voiceless thing that made no sound. For an instant he succeeded in breaking the hold upon his shoulders and as he turned, reaching for his knife, the lightning flashed, revealing to his horrified eyes a hideous human face surmounted by the head of a leopard.
Nyamwegi struck out blindly with his knife in the ensuing darkness, and simultaneously he was seized again from behind by rending talons that sank into his chest and abdomen as the creature encircled him with hairy arms. Again vivid lightning brought into high relief the tragic scene. Nyamwegi could not see the creature that gripped him from behind; but he saw three others menacing him in front and on either side, and he abandoned hope as he recognized his assailants, from their leopard skins and masks, as members of the feared secret order of Leopard Men.
Thus died Nyamwegi the Utengan.
Chapter 2 The Hunter
THE dawn-light danced among the tree tops above the grass-thatched huts of the village of Tumbai as the chief's son, Orando arose from his crude pallet of straw and stepped out into the village street to make an offering to his muzimo, the spirit of the long dead ancestor for whom he had been named, preparatory to setting out upon a day of hunting. In his outstretched palm he held an offering of fine meal as he stood like an ebony statue, his face upturned toward the heavens.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"My namesake, let us go to the hunt together." He spoke as one might who addresses a familiar but highly revered friend. "Bring the animals near to me and ward off from me all danger. Give me meat today, oh, hunter!"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe trail that Orando followed as he set forth alone to hunt was for a couple of miles the same that led to Kibbu village. It was an old, familiar trail; but the storm of the preceding night had wrought such havoc with it that in many places it was as unrecognizable as it was impassable. Several times fallen trees forced him to make detours into the heavy underbrush that often bordered the trail upon each side. It was upon such an occasion that his attention was caught by the sight of a human leg protruding from beneath the foliage of a newly uprooted tree.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando halted in his tracks and drew back. There was a movement of the foliage where the man lay. The warrior poised his light hunting spear, yet at the same time he was ready for instant flight. He had recognized the bronzed flesh as that of a white man, and Orando, the son of Lobongo, the chief, knew no white man as friend. Again the foliage moved, and the head of a diminutive monkey was thrust through the tangled verdure.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs its frightened eyes discovered the man the little creature voiced a scream of fright and disappeared beneath the foliage of the fallen tree, only to reappear again a moment later upon the opposite side where it climbed up into the branches of a jungle giant that had successfully withstood the onslaughts of the storm. Here, far above the ground, in fancied security, the small one perched upon a swaying limb and loosed the vials of its wrath upon Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irBut the hunter accorded it no further attention. Today he was not hunting little monkeys, and for the moment his interest was focused upon the suggestion of tragedy contained in that single, bronzed leg. Creeping cautiously forward, Orando stooped to look beneath the great mass of limbs and leaves that concealed the rest of the body from his view, for he must satisfy his curiosity.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irHe saw a giant white man, naked but for a loin cloth of leopard skin, pinned to the ground by one of the branches of the fallen tree. From the face turned toward him two grey eyes surveyed him; the man was not dead.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando had seen but few white men; and those that he had seen had worn strange, distinctive apparel. They had carried weapons that vomited smoke, and flame, and metal. This one was clothed as any native warrior might have been, nor was there visible any of those weapons that Orando hated and feared.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irNevertheless the stranger was white and, therefore, an enemy. It was possible that he might extricate himself from his predicament and, if he did, become a menace to the village of Tumbai. Naturally, therefore, there was but one thing for a warrior and the son of a chief to do. Orando fitted an arrow to his bow. The killing of this man meant no more to him than would have the killing of the little monkey.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Come around to the other side," said the stranger; "your arrow cannot reach my heart from that position."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando dropped the point of his missile and surveyed the speaker in surprise, which was engendered, not so much by the nature of his command, as by the fact that he had spoken in the dialect of Orando's own people.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You need not fear me," continued the man, noticing Orando's hesitation; "I am held fast by this branch and cannot harm you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWhat sort of man was this? Had he no fear of death? Most men would have begged for their lives. Perhaps this one sought death.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Are you badly injured?" demanded Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I think not. I feel no pain."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Then why do you wish to die?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I do not wish to die."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"But you told me to come around and shoot you in the heart. Why did you say that if you do not wish to die?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I know that you are going to kill me. I asked you, to make sure that your first arrow enters my heart. Why should I suffer pain needlessly?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"And you are not afraid to die?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I do not know what you mean."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You do not know what fear is?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I know the word, but what has it to do with death? All things die. Were you to tell me that I must live forever, then I might feel fear."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"How is it that you speak the language of the Utengas?" demanded Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe man shook his head. "I do not know."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Who are you?" Orando's perplexity was gradually becoming tinged with awe.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I do not know," replied the stranger.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"From what country do you come?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAgain the man shook his head. "I do not know."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"What will you do if I release you?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"And do not kill me?" queried the white.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"No, not kill you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe man shrugged. "What is there to do? I shall hunt for food because I am hungry. Then I shall find a place to lie up and sleep."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You will not kill me?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Why should I? If you do not try to kill me I shall not try to kill you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe warrior wormed his way through the tangled branches of the fallen tree to the side of the pinioned white man, where he found that a single branch resting across the latter's body prevented the prisoner from getting his arms, equipped with giant muscles, into any position where he might use them effectively for his release. It proved, however, a comparatively easy matter for Orando to raise the limb the few inches necessary to permit the stranger to worm his body from beneath it, and a moment later the two men faced one another beside the fallen tree while a little monkey chattered and grimaced from the safety of the foliage above them.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando felt some doubt as to the wisdom of his rash act. He could not satisfactorily explain what had prompted him to such humane treatment of a stranger, yet despite his doubts something seemed to assure him that he had acted wisely. However, he held his spear in readiness and watched the white giant before him with a cautious eye.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irFrom beneath the tree that had held him prisoner the man recovered his weapons, a bow and spear. Over one shoulder hung a quiver of arrows; across the other was coiled a long, fiber rope. A knife swung in a sheath at his hip. His belongings recovered, he turned to Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Now, we hunt," agreed Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Where?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I know where the pigs feed in the morning and where they lie up in the heat of the day," said Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs they spoke Orando had been appraising the stranger. He noted the clean-cut features, the magnificent physique. The flowing muscles that rolled beneath a skin sun-tanned almost to the hue of his own impressed him by their suggestion of agility and speed combined with great strength. A shock of black hair partially framed a face of rugged, masculine beauty from which two steady, grey eyes surveyed the world fearlessly. Over the left temple was a raw gash (legacy of the storm's fury) from which blood had flowed, and dried in the man's hair and upon his cheek. In moments of silence his brows were often drawn together in thought, and there was a puzzled expression in his eyes. At such times he impressed Orando as one who sought to recall something he had forgotten; but what it was, the man did not divulge.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando led the way along the trail that still ran in the direction of Kibbu village. Behind him came his strange companion upon feet so silent that the native occasionally cast a backward glance to assure himself that the white man had not deserted him. Close above them the little monkey swung through the trees, chattering and jabbering.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irPresently Orando heard another voice directly behind him that sounded like another monkey speaking in lower tones than those of the little fellow above them. He turned his head to see where the other monkey, sounding so close, could be. To his astonishment he saw that the sounds issued from the throat of the man behind him. Orando laughed aloud. Never before had he seen a man who could mimic the chattering of monkeys so perfectly. Here, indeed, was an accomplished entertainer.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irBut Orando's hilarity was short-lived. It died when he saw the little monkey leap nimbly from an over-hanging branch to the shoulder of the white man and heard the two chattering to one another, obviously carrying on a conversation.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWhat sort of man was this, who knew no fear, who could speak the language of the monkeys, who did not know who he was, nor where he came from? This question, which he could not answer, suggested another equally unanswerable, the mere consideration of which induced within Orando qualms of uneasiness. Was this creature a mortal man at all?
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThis world into which Orando had been born was peopled by many creatures, not the least important and powerful of which were those that no man ever saw, but which exercised the greatest influence upon those one might see. There were demons so numerous that one might not count them all, and the spirits of the dead who more often than not were directed by demons whose purposes, always malign, they carried out. These demons and sometimes the spirits of the dead occasionally took possession of the body of a living creature, controlling its thoughts, its actions and its speech. Why, right in the river that flowed past the village of Tumbai dwelt a demon to which the villagers had made offerings of food for many years. It had assumed the likeness of a crocodile, but it had deceived no one; least of all the old witch-doctor who had recognized it immediately for what it was after the chief had threatened him with death when his charms had failed to frighten it away or his amulets to save villagers from its voracious jaws. It was easy, therefore, for Orando to harbor suspicions concerning the creature moving noiselessly at his heels.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irA feeling of uneasiness pervaded the son of the chief. This was somewhat mitigated by the consciousness that he had treated the creature in a friendly way and, perhaps, earned its approbation. How fortunate it was that he had reconsidered his first intention of loosing an arrow into its body! That would have been fatal; not for the creature but for Orando. It was quite obvious now why the stranger had not feared death, knowing that, being a demon, it could not die. Slowly it was all becoming quite clear to the black hunter, but he did not know whether to be elated or terrified. To be the associate of a demon might be a distinction, but it also had its distressing aspects. One never knew what a demon might be contemplating, though it was reasonably certain to be nothing good.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando's further speculations along this line were rudely interrupted by a sight that met his horrified gaze at a turning of the trail. Before his eyes lay the dead and mutilated body of a warrior. The hunter required no second glance to recognize in the upturned face the features of his friend and comrade, Nyamwegi. But how had he come to his death?
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe stranger came and stood at Orando's side, the little monkey perched upon his shoulder. He stooped and examined the body of Nyamwegi, turning the corpse over upon its face, revealing the cruel marks of steel claws.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"The Leopard Men," he remarked briefly and without emotion, as one might utter the most ordinary commonplace.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irBut Orando was bursting with emotion. Immediately when he had seen the body of his friend he had thought of the Leopard Men, though he had scarcely dared to acknowledge his own thought, so fraught with terror was the very suggestion. Deeply implanted in his mind was fear of this dread secret society, the weird cannibalistic rites which seemed doubly horrible because they could only be guessed at, no man outside their order ever having witnessed them and lived.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irHe saw the characteristic mutilation of the corpse, the parts cut away for the cannibalistic orgy, of which they would be the piece de resistance. Orando saw and shuddered; but, though he shuddered, in his heart was more of rage than of fear. Nyamwegi had been his friend. From infancy they had grown to manhood together. Orando's soul cried out for vengeance against the fiends who had perpetrated this vile outrage, but what could one man do alone against many? The maze of footsteps in the soft earth about the corpse indicated that Nyamwegi had been overcome by numbers.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe stranger, leaning on his spear, had been silently watching the warrior, noting the signs of grief and rage reflected in the mobile features.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You knew him?" he asked.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"He was my friend."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe stranger made no comment, but turned and followed a trail that ran toward the south. Orando hesitated. Perhaps the demon was leaving him. Well, in a way that would be a relief; but, after all, he had not been a bad demon, and certainly there was something about him that inspired confidence and a sense of security. Then, too, it was something to be able to fraternize with a demon and, perhaps, to show him off in the village. Orando followed.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Where are you going?" he called after the retreating figure of the giant white.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"To punish those who killed your friend."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"But they are many," remonstrated Orando. "They will kill us."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"They are four," replied the stranger. "I kill."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"How do you know there are but four?" demanded the black.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe other pointed to the trail at his feet. "One is old and limps," he said; "one is tall and thin; the other two are young warriors. They step lightly, although one of them is a large man.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You have seen them?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I have seen their spoor; that is enough."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando was impressed. Here, indeed, was a tracker of the first order; but perhaps he possessed something of a higher order than human skill. The thought thrilled Orando; but if it caused him a little fear, too, he no longer hesitated. He had cast his lot, and he would not turn back now.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"At least we can see where they go," he said. "We can follow them to their village, and afterward we can return to Tumbai, where my father, the chief, lives. He will send runners through the Watenga country; and the war drums will boom, summoning the Utenga warriors. Then will we go and make war upon the village of the Leopard Men, that Nyamwegi may be avenged in blood."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe stranger only grunted and trotted on. Sometimes Orando, who was rated a good tracker by his fellows, saw no spoor at all; but the white demon never paused, never hesitated. The warrior marvelled and his admiration grew; likewise his awe. He had leisure to think now, and the more he thought the more convinced he was that this was no mortal who guided him through the jungle upon the trail of the Leopard Men. If it were, indeed, a demon, then it was a most remarkable demon, for by no word or sign had it indicated any malign purpose. It was then, engendered by this line of reasoning, that a new and brilliant thought illuminated the mind of Orando like a bright light bursting suddenly through darkness. This creature, being nothing mortal, must be the protecting spirit of that departed ancestor for whom Orando had been named-his muzimo!
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irInstantly all fear left the warrior. Here was a friend and a protector. Here was the very namesake whose aid he had invoked before setting out upon the hunt, he whom he had propitiated with a handful of meal. Suddenly Orando regretted that the offering had not been larger. A handful of meal seemed quite inadequate to appease the hunger of the powerful creature trotting tirelessly ahead of him, but perhaps muzimos required less food than mortals. That seemed quite reasonable, since they were but spirits. Yet Orando distinctly recalled that before he had released the creature from beneath the tree it had stated that it wished to hunt for food as it was hungry. Oh, well, perhaps there were many things concerning muzimos that Orando did not know; so why trouble his head about details? It was enough that this must be his muzimo. He wondered if the little monkey perched upon his muzimo's shoulder was also a spirit. Perhaps it was Nyamwegi's ghost. Were not the two very friendly, as he and Nyamwegi had been throughout their lives? The thought appealed to Orando, and henceforth he thought of the little monkey as Nyamwegi. Now it occurred to him to test his theory concerning the white giant.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Muzimo!" he called.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe stranger turned his head and looked about. "Why did you call 'muzimo'?" he demanded.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I was calling you, Muzimo," replied Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Is that what you call me?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Yes."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"What do you want?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irNow Orando was convinced that he had made no mistake. What a fortunate man he was! How his fellows would envy him!
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Why did you call to me?" insisted the other.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Do you think we are close to the Leopard Men, Muzimo?" inquired Orando, for want of any better question to ask.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"We are gaining on them, but the wind is in the wrong direction. I do not like to track with the wind at my back, for then Usha can run ahead and tell those I am tracking that I am on their trail."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"What can we do about it?" demanded Orando. "The wind will not change for me, but perhaps you can make it blow in a different direction."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"No," replied the other, "but I can fool Usha, the wind. That I often do. When I am hunting up wind I can remain on the ground in safety, for then Usha can only carry tales to those behind me, for whom I care nothing; but when I hunt down wind I travel through the trees, and Usha carries my scent spoor above the head of my quarry. Or sometimes I move swiftly and circle the hunted one, and then Usha comes down to my nostrils and tells me where it is. Come!" The stranger swung lightly to the low-hanging branch of a great tree.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Wait!" cried Orando. "I cannot travel through the trees."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Go upon the ground, then. I will go ahead through the trees and find the Leopard Men."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando would have argued the wisdom of this plan; but the white disappeared amidst the foliage, the little monkey clinging tightly to its perch upon his shoulder.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"That," thought Orando, "is the last that I shall see of my muzimo. When I tell this in the village they will not believe me. They will say that Orando is a great liar."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irPlain before him now lay the trail of the Leopard Men. It would be easy to follow; but, again, what could one man hope to accomplish against four, other than his own death? Yet Orando did not think of turning back. Perhaps he could not, alone, wreak his vengeance upon the slayers of Nyamwegi; but he could, at least, track them to their village, and later lead the warriors of Lobongo, the chief, his father, in battle against it.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe warrior moved tirelessly in a rhythmic trot that consumed the miles with stubborn certainty, relieving the monotony by reviewing the adventures of the morning. Thoughts of his muzimo occupied his mind almost to the exclusion of other subjects. Such an adventure was without parallel in the experience of Orando, and he enjoyed dwelling upon every phase of it. He recalled, almost with the pride of personal possession, the prowess of this other self of his from the spirit world. Its every mannerism and expression was photographed indelibly upon his memory; but that which impressed him most was an indefinable something in the steel-grey eyes, a haunting yearning that suggested a constant effort to recall an illusive memory.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWhat was his muzimo trying to recall? Perhaps it was the details of his earthly existence. Perchance he sought to conjure once again the reactions off the flesh to worldy stimuli. Doubtless he regretted his spirit state and longed to live again-to live and fight and love.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWith such thoughts as their accompaniment the miles retreated beneath his pounding feet. With such thoughts his mind was occupied to the exclusion of matters which should have concerned him more. For instance, he did not note how fresh the spoor of his quarry had become. In puddles left by the rain of the previous night and roiled by the passage of feet the mud had not yet settled when Orando passed; in places the earth at the edges of footprints was still falling back into the depressions; but these things Orando failed to note, though he was accounted a good tracker. It is well that a man should keep his mind concentrated upon a single thing at a time unless he has a far more elastic mind than Orando. One may not dream too long in the savage jungle.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWhen Orando came suddenly into a small, natural clearing he failed to notice a slight movement of the surrounding jungle foliage. Had he, he would have gone more cautiously; and doubtless his jungle-craft would have suggested the truth, even though he could not have seen the four pairs of greedy, malevolent eyes that watched him from behind the concealing verdure; but when he reached the center of the clearing he saw all that he should have guessed before, as, with savage cries, four hideously caparisoned warriors leaped into the open and sprang toward him.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irNever before had Orando, the son of Lobongo, seen one of the feared and hated members of the dread society of Leopard Men; but as his eyes fell upon these four there was no room for doubt as to their identity. And then they closed upon him.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irChapter 3 Dead Men Who Spoke
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs the girl fired, Golato voiced a cry of pain, wheeled and dashed from the tent, his left hand grasping his right arm above the elbow. Then Kali Bwana arose and dressed, strapping a cartridge belt, with its holster and gun, about her hips. There could be no more thought of sleep that night, for even though Golato might be hors de combat there were others to be feared almost as much as he.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irShe lighted a lantern and, seated in a camp-chair with her rifle across her knees, prepared to spend the remainder of the night in wakeful watching; but if she anticipated any further molestation she was agreeably disappointed. The night dragged its interminable length until outraged Nature could be no longer denied, and presently the girl dozed in her chair.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWhen she awoke the new sun was an hour old. The storm had passed leaving only mud and soggy canvas in its wake to mark its passage across the camp. The girl stepped to the flap of her tent and called to her boy to prepare her bath and her breakfast. She saw the porters preparing the loads. She saw Golato, his arm roughly bandaged and supported in a crude sling. She saw her boy and called to him again, this time peremptorily; but he ignored her summons and went on with the roping of a pack. Then she crossed over to him, her eyes flashing.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You heard me call you, Imba," she said. "Why did you not come and prepare my bath and my breakfast?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe fellow, a middle-aged man of sullen demeanor, scowled and hung his head. Golato, surly and glowering, looked on. The other members of the safari had stopped their work and were watching, and among them all there was not a friendly eye.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Answer me, Imba," commanded the girl. "Why do you refuse to obey me?"
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Imba obeys me," snapped Kali Bwana. "Golato is no longer headman." She drew her gun from its bolster and let the muzzle drop on Imba. "Get my bath ready. Last night it was dark. I could not see well, so I only shot Golato in the arm. This morning I can see to shoot straighter. Now move!"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irImba cast an imploring glance in the direction of Golato, but the ex-headman gave him no encouragement. Here was a new Kali Bwana, bringing new conditions, to which Golato's slow mind had not yet adapted itself. Imba moved sheepishly toward the tent of his mistress. The other natives muttered in low tones among themselves.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irKali Bwana had found herself, but it was too late. The seeds of discontent and mutiny were too deeply sown; they had already germinated, and although she might wrest a fleeting victory the end could bring only defeat. She had the satisfaction, however, of seeing Imba prepare her bath and, later, her breakfast; but while she was eating the latter she saw her porters up-loading, preparatory to departure, although her own tent had not been struck, nor had she given any orders for marching.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded, walking quickly to where the men were gathered. She did not address Golato, but another who had been his lieutenant and whom she had intended appointing headman in his place.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You cannot go back and leave me alone," she insisted.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You shall not do anything of the sort," cried the girl, thoroughly exasperated. "You agreed to accompany me wherever I went. Put down your loads, and wait until you get marching orders from me."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs the men hesitated she drew her revolver. It was then that Golato interfered. He approached her with the askaris, their rifles ready. "Shut up, woman," he snarled, "and get back to your tent. We are going back to our own country. If you had been good to Golato this would not have happened; but you were not, and this is your punishment. If you try to stop us these men will kill you. You may come with us, but you will give no orders. Golato is master now."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I shall not go with you, and if you desert me here you know what your punishment will be when I get back to railhead and report the matter to the commissioner."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irIt was with sinking heart that the girl saw the party file from camp and disappear in the forest. She might have followed, but pride had a great deal to do with crystallizing her decision not to. Likewise, her judgment assured her that she would be far from safe with this sullen, mutinous band at whose head was as great a menace to her personal safety as she might find in all Africa. Again, there was the pertinacity of purpose that had kept her forging ahead upon her hopeless mission long after mature judgment and convinced her of its futility. Perhaps it was no more than ordinary stubbornness; but whatever it was it held her to what she conceived to be her duty, even though it led to what she now knew must be almost certain death.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irWearily she turned back toward her tent and the single load of provisions they had left behind for her sustenance. What was she to do? She could not go on, and she would not go back. There was but an single alternative. She must remain here, establishing a permanent camp as best she could, and await the remotely possible relief party that might come after long, long months.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irShe was confident that her safari could not return to civilization without her and not arouse comment and investigation; and when investigation was made some one at least among all those ignorant porters would divulge the truth. Then there would be a searching party organized unless Golato succeeded with his lying tongue in convincing them that she was already dead. There was a faint hope, however, and to that she would cling. If, perchance, she could cling to life also during the long wait she might be saved at the last.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irShe tried to put such thoughts from her mind, and to do so she occupied herself putting her camp in order, dragging everything perishable into her tent and, finally, commencing the construction of a crude boma as a protection against the prowlers of the night. The work was fatiguing, necessitating frequent rests, during which she wrote in her diary, to which she confided nothing of the fears that assailed her, fears that she dreaded admitting, even to herself. Instead, she confined herself to a narration of the events of the past few days since she had written. Thus she occupied her time as Fate marshalled the forces that were presently to drag her into a situation more horrible than any that she could possibly have conceived.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs the four, clothed in the leopard skins of their order, closed upon Orando there flashed to the mind of the son of the chief a vision of the mutilated corpse of his murdered friend; and in that mental picture he saw a prophecy of his own fate; but he did not flinch. He was a warrior, with a duty to perform. These were the murderers of his comrade, the enemies of his people. He would die, of that he was certain; but first he would avenge Nyamwegi. The enemy should feel the weight of the wrath of a Utenga fighting-man.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe four Leopard Men were almost upon him as he launched his spear. With a scream one of the foemen dropped, pierced by the sharp tip of the Utenga's weapon. Fortunate it was for Orando that the methods of the Leopard Men prescribed the use of their improvised steel claws as weapons in preference to spears or arrows, which they resorted to only in extremities or when faced by superior numbers. The flesh for their unholy rites must die beneath their leopard claws, or it was useless for religious purposes. Maddened by fanaticism, they risked death to secure the coveted trophies. To this Orando owed the slender chance he had to overcome his antagonists. But at best the respite from death could be but brief.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe remaining three pressed closer, preparing for the lethal charge in simulation of the carnivore they personified. Silence enveloped the jungle, as though Nature awaited with bated breath the consummation of this savage tragedy. Suddenly the quiet was shattered by the scream of a monkey in a tree overhanging the clearing. The sound came from behind Orando. He saw two opponents who were facing him dart startled glances beyond him. He heard a scream that forced his attention rearward in a brief glance, and what he saw brought the sudden joy of an unexpected reprieve from death. In the grasp of his muzimo, the third of the surviving Leopard Men was struggling impotently against death.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThen Orando wheeled again to face his remaining enemies, while, from behind him, came savage growls that stiffened the hairs upon his scalp. What new force had been thus suddenly injected into the grim scene? He could not guess, nor could he again risk even a brief backward glance. His whole attention was now required by the hideous creatures sneaking toward him, their curved, steel talons opened, claw-like, to seize him.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe action that is so long in the telling occupied but a few seconds of actual time. A shriek mingled with the growls that Orando had heard. The Leopard Men leaped swiftly toward him. A figure brushed past him from the rear and, with a savage growl, leaped upon the foremost Leopard Man. It was Orando's muzimo. The heart of the warrior missed a beat as he realized that those beast-like sounds had issued from the throat of his namesake. But if the fact perturbed Orando it utterly demoralized the fourth antagonist who had been advancing upon him, with the result that the fellow wheeled and bolted for the jungle, leaving the sole survivor of his companions to his fate.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando was free now to come to the aid of his muzimo, who was engaged with the larger of the two younger Leopard Men; but he quickly realized that his muzimo required no aid. In a grip of steel he held the two clawed hands, while his free hand grasped the throat of his antagonist. Slowly but as inexorably as Fate he was choking the life from the struggling man. Gradually his victim's efforts grew weaker, until suddenly, with a convulsive shudder, the body went limp. Then he cast it aside. For a moment he stood gazing at it, a puzzled expression upon his face; and then, apparently mechanically, he advanced slowly to its side and placed a foot upon it. The reaction was instantaneous and remarkable. Doubt and hesitation were suddenly swept from the noble features of the giant to be replaced by an expression of savage exultation as he lifted his face to the heavens and gave voice to a cry so awesome that Orando felt his knees tremble beneath him.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe Utenga had heard that cry before, far in the depths of the forest, and knew it for what it was; the victory cry of the bull ape. But why was his muzimo voicing the cry of a beast? Here was something that puzzled Orando quite as much as had the materialization of this ancestral spirit. There had never been any doubt in his mind as to the existence of muzimos. Everyone possessed a muzimo, but there were certain attributes that all men attributed to muzimos, and all these were human attributes. Never in his life had Orando heard it even vaguely hinted that muzimos growled like Simba, the lion, or screamed as the bull apes scream when they have made a kill. He was troubled and puzzled. Could it be that his muzimo was also the muzimo of some dead lion and departed ape? And if such were the case might it not be possible that, when actuated by the spirit of the lion or the ape, instead of by that of Orando's ancestor, he would become a menace instead of a blessing?
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irSuspiciously, now, Orando watched his companion, noting with relief the transition of the savage facial expression to that of quiet dignity that normally marked his mien. He saw the little monkey that had fled to the trees during the battle return to the shoulder of the muzimo, and considering this an accurate gauge of the latter's temper he approached, though with some trepidation.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Muzimo," he ventured timidly, "you came in time and saved the life of Orando. It is yours."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe white was silent. He seemed to be considering this statement. The strange, half bewildered expression returned to his eyes.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Now I remember," he said presently. "You saved my life. That was a long time ago."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"It was this morning, Muzimo."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe white man shook his head and passed a palm across his brow.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"This morning," he repeated thoughtfully. "Yes, and we were going to hunt. I am hungry. Let us hunt."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Shall we not follow the one who escaped?" demanded Orando. "We were going to track the Leopard Men to their village, that my father, the chief, might lead the Utengas against it."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"First let us speak with the dead men," said Muzimo. "We shall see what they have to tell us."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You can speak with the dead?" Orando's voice trembled at the suggestion.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"The dead do not speak with words," explained Muzimo; "but nevertheless they often have stories to tell. We shall see. This one," he continued, after a brief inspection of the corpse of the man he had killed last, "is the larger of the two young men. There lies the tall thin man, and yonder, with your spear through his heart, is he who limped, an old man with a crippled leg. These three, then, have told us that he who escaped is the smaller of the two young men."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irNow, more carefully, he examined each of the corpses, noting their weapons and their ornaments, dumping the contents of their pouches upon the ground. These he scanned carefully, paying particular attention to the amulets, of the dead men. In a large package carried by the crippled old man, he found parts of a human body.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"There is no doubt now but that these were the killers of Nyamwegi," said Orando; "for these are the same parts that were removed from his body."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"There was never any doubt," asserted Muzimo confidently. "The dead men did not have to tell me that."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"What have they told you, Muzimo?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Their filed teeth have told me that they are eaters of men; their amulets and the contents of their pouches have told me that their village lies upon the banks of a large river. They are fishermen; and they fear Gimla, the crocodile, more than they fear aught else. The hooks in their pouches tell me the one their amulets the other. From their ornaments and weapons, by the cicatrices upon their foreheads and chins I know their tribe and the country it inhabits. I do not need to follow the young warrior; his friends have told me where he is going. Now we may hunt. Later we can go to the village of the Leopard Men."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Even as I prayed today before setting out from the village, you have protected me from danger," observed Orando, "and now, if you bring the animals near to me and give me meat, all of my prayer will have been fulfilled."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"The animals go where they will," responded Muzimo. "I cannot lead them to you, but I can lead you to them; and when you are near, then, perhaps, I can frighten them toward you. Come."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Move forward slowly and cautiously," he directed. "The scent spoor of Wappi, the antelope, has grown strong in my nostrils. I go ahead through the trees to get upon the other side of him. When he catches my scent he will move away from me toward you. Be ready."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irScarcely had Muzimo ceased speaking before he disappeared amidst the overhanging foliage of the forest, leaving Orando filled with wonder and admiration, with which was combined overweening pride in his possession of a muzimo such as no other man might boast. He hoped that the hunting would be quickly concluded that he might return to the village of Tumbai and bask in the admiration and envy of his fellows as he nonchalantly paraded his new and wondrous acquisition before their eyes. It was something, of course, to be a chief's son, just as it was something to be a chief or a witch-doctor; but to possess a muzimo that one might see and talk to and hunt with-ah, that was glory transcending any that might befall mortal man.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irSuddenly Orando's gloating thoughts were interrupted by a slight sound of something approaching along the trail from the direction in which he was moving. Just the suggestion of a sound it was, but to the ears of the jungle hunter it was sufficient. You or I could not have heard it; nor, hearing it, could we have interpreted it; but to Orando it bore a message as clear to his ears as is the message of a printed page to our eyes. It told him that a hoofed animal was approaching him, walking quickly, though not yet in full flight. A turn in the trail just ahead of him concealed him from the view of the approaching animal. Orando grasped his spear more firmly, and stepped behind the bole of a small tree that partially hid him from the sight of any creature coming toward him. There he stood, motionless as a bronze statue, knowing that motion and scent are the two most potent stimuli to fear in the lower orders. What wind there was moved from the unseen animal toward the man, precluding the possibility of his scent reaching the nostrils of the hunted; and as long as Orando did not move, the animal, he knew, would come fearlessly until it was close enough to catch his scent, which would be well within spear range.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irA moment later there came into view one of those rarest of African animals, an okapi. Orando had never before seen one of them, for they ranged much farther to the west than the Watenga country. He noted the giraffe-like markings on the hind quarters and forelegs; but the short neck deceived him, and he still thought that it was an antelope. He was all excitement now, for here was real meat and plenty of it, the animal being larger than an ordinary cow. The blood raced through the hunter's veins, but outwardly he was calm. There must be no bungling now; every movement must be perfectly timed-a step out into the trail and, simultaneously, the casting of the spear, the two motions blending into each other as though there was but one.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAt that instant the okapi wheeled to flee. Orando had not moved, there had been no disturbing sound audible to the ears of the man; yet something had frightened the quarry just a fraction of a second too soon. Orando was disgusted. He leaped into the trail to cast his spear, in the futile hope that it might yet bring down his prey; and as he raised his arm he witnessed a scene that left him gaping in astonishment.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irFrom the trees above the okapi, a creature launched itself onto the back of the terrified animal. It was Muzimo. From his throat rumbled a low growl. Orando stood spellbound. He saw the okapi stumble and falter beneath the weight of the savage man-beast. Before it could recover itself a hand shot out and grasped it by the muzzle. Then steel thews wrenched the head suddenly about, so that the vertebrae of the neck snapped. An instant later a keen knife had severed the jugular, and as the blood gushed from the carcass Orando heard again the victory cry of the bull-ape. Faintly, from afar, came the answering challenge of a lion.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Yes, let us eat," agreed Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irMuzimo grunted as he tossed a piece of the meat to the native. Then he squatted on his haunches and tore at his portion with his strong, white teeth. Cooking fires were for the effete, not for this savage jungle god whose mores harked back through the ages to the days before men had mastered the art of making fire.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando hesitated. He preferred his meat cooked, but he dreaded losing face in the presence of his muzimo. He deliberated for but a second; then he approached Muzimo with the intention of squatting down beside him to eat. The forest god looked up, his teeth buried in the flesh from which he was tearing a piece. A sudden, savage light blazed in his eyes. A low growl rumbled warningly in his throat. Orando had seen lions disturbed at their kills. The analogy was perfect. The warrior withdrew and squatted at a distance. Thus the two finished their meal in a silence broken only by the occasional low growls of the white.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irChapter 4 Sobito, the Witch-Doctor
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irTWO white men sat before a much patched, weatherworn tent. They sat upon the ground, for they had no chairs. Their clothing was, if possible, more patched and weatherworn than their tent. Five natives squatted about a cook-fire at a little distance from them. Another native was preparing food for the white men at a small fire near the tent.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I'm sure fed up on this," remarked the older man.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irHis companion shrugged. "Where? I'd be just another dirty bum, back in the States. Here, I at least have the satisfaction of servants, even though I know damn well they don't respect me. It gives me a certain sense of class to be waited upon. There, I'd have to wait on somebody else. But you-I can't see why you want to hang around this lousy Godforsaken country, fighting bugs and fever. You're young. You've got your whole life ahead of you and the whole world to carve it out of any way you want."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Hell!" exclaimed the younger man. "You talk as though you were a hundred. You aren't thirty yet. You told me your age, you know, right after we threw in together."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I guess we'd be a couple of bums back there," he remarked laughing.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I was thinking about the time we met; it's just about a year now. You tried to make me think you were a tough guy from the slums. You were a pretty good actor-while you were thinking about it."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe Kid grinned. "It was a hell of a strain on my histrionic abilities," he admitted; "but, say, Old Timer, you didn't fool anybody much, yourself. To listen to you talk one would have imagined that you were born in the jungle and brought up by apes, but I tumbled to you in a hurry. I said to myself, 'Kid, it's either Yale or Princeton; more likely Yale."'
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"But you didn't ask any questions. That's what I liked about you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"And you didn't ask any. Perhaps that's why we've gotten along together so well. People who ask questions should be taken gently, but firmly, by the hand, led out behind the barn and shot. It would be a better world to live in."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Oke, Kid; but still it's rather odd, at that, that two fellows should pal together for a year, as we have, and not know the first damn thing about one another-as though neither trusted the other."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"It isn't that with me," said the Kid; "but there are some things that a fellow just can't talk about-to any one."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I know," agreed Old Timer. "The thing each of us can't talk about probably explains why he is here. It was a woman with me; that's why I hate 'em."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Old Bobolo swore we'd find 'em here, but I think old Bobolo is a liar."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe Kid rolled a cigarette. "All he wanted was to get rid of us, or, to state the matter more accurately, to get rid of you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Why me?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"He didn't like the goo-goo eyes his lovely daughter was making at you. You've sure got a way with the women, Old Timer."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Says you."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Kid, I think you are the one who is girl-crazy. You can't get your mind off the subject. Forget 'em for a while, and let's get down to business. I tell you we've got to do something and do it damn sudden. If these loyal retainers of ours don't see a little ivory around the diggings pretty soon they'll quit us. They know as well as we do that it's a case of no ivory, no pay."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Well, what are we going to do about it; manufacture elephants?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Go out and find 'em. Thar's elephants in them thar hills, men; but they aren't going to come trotting into camp to be shot. The natives won't help us; so we've got to get out and scout for them ourselves. We'll each take a couple of men and a few days' rations; then we'll head in different directions, and if one of us doesn't find elephant tracks I'm a zebra."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"How much longer do you suppose we'll be able to work this racket without getting caught?" demanded The Kid.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I've been working it for two years, and I haven't been nabbed yet," replied Old Timer; "and, believe me, I don't want to be nabbed. Have you ever seen their lousy jail?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"They wouldn't put white men in that, would they?" The Kid looked worried.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"They might. Ivory poachin' makes 'em sorer than Billy Hell."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I don't blame 'em," said The Kid. "It's a lousy racket."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Don't I know it?" Old Timer spat vehemently. "But a man's got to eat, hasn't he? If I knew a better way to eat I wouldn't be an ivory poacher. Don't think for a minute that I'm stuck on the job or proud of myself. I'm not. I just try not to think of the ethics of the thing, just like I try to forget that I was ever decent. I'm a bum, I tell you, a dirty, low down bum; but even bums cling to life-though God only knows why. I've never dodged the chance of kicking off, but somehow I always manage to wiggle through. If I'd been any good on earth; or if any one had cared whether I croaked or not, I'd have been dead long ago. It seems as though the Devil watches over things like me and protects them, so that they can suffer as long as possible in this life before he forks them into eternal hell-fire and brimstone in the next."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Don't brag," advised The Kid. "I'm just as big a bum as you. Likewise, I have to eat. Let's forget ethics and get busy."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"We'll start tomorrow," agreed Old Timer.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irMuzimo stood silent with folded arms, the center of a chattering horde of natives in the village of Tumbai. Upon his shoulders squatted The Spirit of Nyamwegi. He, too, chattered. It was fortunate, perhaps, that the villagers of Tumbai could not understand what The Spirit of Nyamwegi said. He was hurling the vilest of jungle invective at them, nor was there in all the jungle another such master of diatribe. Also, from the safety of Muzimo's shoulder, he challenged them to battle, telling them what he would do to them if he ever got hold of them. He challenged them single and en masse. It made no difference to The Spirit of Nyamwegi how they came, just so they came.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irIf the villagers were not impressed by The Spirit of Nyamwegi, the same is not true of the effect that the presence of Muzimo had upon them after they had heard Orando's story, even after the first telling. By the seventh or eighth telling their awe was prodigious. It kept them at a safe distance from this mysterious creature of another world.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThere was one skeptic, however. It was the village witch-doctor, who doubtless felt that it was not good business to admit too much credence in a miracle not of his own making. Whatever he felt, and it is quite possible that he was as much in awe as the others, he hid it under a mask of indifference, for he must always impress the laity with his own importance.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe attention bestowed upon this stranger irked him; it also pushed him entirely out of the limelight. This nettled him greatly. Therefore, to call attention to himself, as well as to reestablish his importance, he strode boldly up to Muzimo. Whereupon The Spirit of Nyamwegi screamed shrilly and took refuge behind the back of his patron. The attention of the villagers was now attracted to the witch-doctor, which was precisely what he desired. The chattering ceased. All eyes were on the two. This was the moment the witch-doctor had awaited. He puffed himself to his full height and girth. He swaggered before the spirit of Orando's ancestor. Then he addressed him in a loud tone.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You say that you are the muzimo of Orando, the son of Lobongo; but how do we know that your words are true words? You say that the little monkey is the ghost of Nyamwegi. How do we know that, either?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Who are you, old man, who asks me these questions?" demanded Muzimo.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I am Sobito, the witch-doctor."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You say that you are Sobito, the witch-doctor; but how do I know that your words are true words?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Every one knows that I am Sobito, the witch-doctor." The old man was becoming excited. He discovered that he had been suddenly put upon the defensive, which was not at all what he had intended. "Ask any one. They all know me."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Very well, then," said Muzimo; "ask Orando who I am. He, alone, knows me. I have not said that I am his muzimo. I have not said that the little monkey is the ghost of Nyamwegi. I have not said who I am. I have not said anything. It does not make any difference to me who you think I am; but if it makes a difference to you, ask Orando," whereupon he turned about and walked away, leaving Sobito to feel that he had been made to appear ridiculous in the eyes of his clansmen.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irFanatical, egotistical, and unscrupulous, the old witch-doctor was a power in the village of Tumbai. For years he had exercised his influence, sometimes for good and sometimes for evil, upon the villagers. Even Lobongo, the chief, was not as powerful as Sobito, who played upon the superstitions and fears of his ignorant followers until they dared not disobey his slightest wish.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irTradition and affection bound them to Lobongo, their hereditary chief; fear held them in the power of Sobito, whom they hated. Inwardly they were pleased that Orando's muzimo had flaunted him; but when the witch-doctor came among them and spoke disparagingly of the muzimo they only listened in sullen silence, daring not to express their belief in him.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irLater, the warriors gathered before the hut of Lobono to listen to the formal telling of the story of Orando. It was immaterial that they had heard it several times already. It must be told again in elaborate detail before a council of the chief and his warriors; and so once more Orando retold the oft-told tale, nor did it lose anything in the telling. More and more courageous became the deeds of Orando, more and more miraculous those of Muzimo; and when he closed his oration it was with an appeal to the chief and his warriors to gather the Utengas from all the villages of the tribe and go forth to avenge Nyamwegi. Muzimo, he told them, would lead them to the village of the Leopard Men.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThere were shouts of approval from the younger men, but the majority of the older men sat in silence. It is always thus; the younger men for war, the older for peace. Lobongo was an old man. He was proud that his son should be warlike. That was the reaction of the father, but the reaction of age was all against war. So he, too, remained silent. Not so, Sobito. To his personal grievance against Muzimo were added other considerations that inclined him against this contemplated foray; at least one of which (and the most potent) was a secret he might not divulge with impunity. Scowling forbiddingly he leaped to his feet.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Who makes this foolish talk of war?" he demanded. "Young men. What do young men know of war? They think only of victory. They forget defeat. They forget that if they make war upon a village the warriors of that village will come some day and make war upon us. What is to be gained by making war upon the Leopard Men? Who knows where their village lies? It must be very far away. Why should our warriors go far from their own country to make war upon the Leopard Men? Because Nyamwegi has been killed? Nyamwegi has already been avenged. This is foolish talk, this war-talk. Who started it? Perhaps it is a stranger among us who wishes to make trouble for us." He looked at Muzimo. "Who knows why? Perhaps the Leopard Men have sent one of their own people to lure us into making war upon them. Then all our warriors will be ambushed and killed. That is what will happen. Make no more foolish talk about war."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irAs Sobito concluded his harangue and again squatted upon his heels Orando arose. He was disturbed by what the old witch-doctor had said; and he was angry, too; angry because Sobito had impugned the integrity of his muzimo. But his anger was leashed by his fear of the powerful old man; for who dares openly oppose one in league with the forces of darkness, one whose enmity can spell disaster and death? Yet Orando was a brave warrior and a loyal friend, as befitted one in whose views flowed the blood of hereditary chieftainship; and so he could not permit the innuendoes of Sobito to go entirely unchallenged.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Sobito has spoken against war," he began. "Old men always speak against war, which is right if one is an old man. Orando is a young man yet he, too, would speak against war if it were only the foolish talk of young men who wished to appear brave in the eyes of women; but now there is a reason for war. Nyamwegi has been killed. He was a brave warrior. He was a good friend. Because we have killed three of those who killed Nyamwegi we cannot say that he is avenged. We must go and make war upon the chief who sent these murderers into the Watenga country, or he will think that the Utengas are all old women. He will think that whenever his people wish to eat the flesh of man they have only to come to the Watenga country to get it.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Sobito has said that perhaps the Leopard Men sent a stranger among us to lure us into ambush. There is only one stranger among us-Muzimo. But Muzimo cannot be a friend of the Leopard Men. With his own eyes Orando saw him kill two of the Leopard Men; he saw the fourth run away very fast when his eyes discovered the might of Muzimo. Had Muzimo been his friend he would not have run away.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I am Orando, the son of Lobongo. Some day I shall be chief. I would not lead the warriors of Lobongo into a foolish war. I am going to the village of the Leopard Men and make war upon them, that they may know that not all the Utenga warriors are old women. Muzimo is going with me. Perhaps there are a few brave men who will accompany us. I have spoken."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"War! War!" cried others, until there were a dozen howling savages dancing in the sunlight, their sleek hides glistening with sweat, their features contorted by hideous grimaces.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe Lobongo arose. His deep voice boomed above the howling of the dancers as he commanded them to silence. One by one they ceased their howling, but they gathered together in a little knot behind Orando.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"A few of the young men have spoken for war," he announced, "but we do not make war lightly because a few young men wish to fight. There are times for war and times for peace. We must find out if this is the time for war; otherwise we shall find only defeat and death at the end of the war-trail. Before undertaking war we must consult the ghosts of our dead chiefs."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"They are waiting to speak to us," cried Sobito. "Let there be silence while I speak with the spirits of the chiefs who are gone."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irSuddenly he halted, and stooping low tossed some powder from his pouch upon the fire; then with the root of the hyaena tail he drew a rude geometric figure in the dust before the blaze. Stiffening, he closed his eyes and appeared to be listening intently, his face turned partially upward.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"There are many ghosts about us," he announced. "They all speak against war. Those who go to battle with the Leopard Men will die. None will return. The ghosts are angry with Orando. The true muzimo of Orando spoke to me; it is very angry with Orando. Let Orando beware. That is all; the young men will not go to war against the Leopard Men."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"You speak with a lying tongue," he cried. "You have angered my fetish. Nothing can save you. You are lost. You will die." He paused as a new idea was born in his cunning brain. "Unless," he added, "you go away, and do not come back."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe white man stood with folded arms, a sneer upon his lips. "I am Muzimo," he said; "I am the spirit of the ancestor of Orando. Sobito is only a man; his fetish is only the tail of Dango." As he ceased speaking his hand shot out and snatched the fetish from the grasp of the witch-doctor. "Thus does Muzimo with the fetish of Sobito!" he cried, tossing the tail into the fire to the consternation of the astonished villagers.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irTerror was writ large upon the countenances of the astounded onlookers; an idol was in the clutches of an iconoclast. The situation had passed beyond the scope of their simple minds, leaving them dazed. Perhaps it was well for Muzimo that Sobito was far from being a beloved idol.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irMuzimo looked at Orando. "Shall I kill him?" he asked, almost casually.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando was as shocked and terrified as his fellows. A lifetime of unquestioning belief in the supernatural powers of witch-doctors could not be overcome in an instant. Yet there was another force working upon the son of the chief. He was only human. Muzimo was his muzimo, and being very human he could not but feel a certain justifiable pride in the fearlessness and prowess of this splendid enigma whom he had enthusiastically accepted as the spirit of his dead ancestor. However, witch-doctors were witch-doctors. Their powers were well known to all men. There was, therefore, no wisdom in tempting fate too far.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irOrando ran forward. "No!" he cried. "Do not kill him."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"He is no good," he announced. "No witch-doctor is any good. His fetish was not good. If it had been, why did it not protect Sobito? Sobito did not know what he was talking about. If there are any brave warriors among the Utengas they will come with Orando and Muzimo and make war on the Leopard Men."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irA low cry, growing in volume, rose among the younger warriors; and in the momentary confusion Sobito crawled to his feet and sneaked away toward his hut. When he was safely out of reach of Muzimo he halted and faced about. "I go," he called back, "to make powerful medicine. To-night the white man who calls himself Muzimo dies."
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThe white giant took a few steps in the direction of Sobito, and the witch-doctor turned and fled. The young men, seeing the waning of Sobito's power, talked loudly now of war. The older men talked no more of peace. One and all, they feared and hated Sobito. They were relieved to see his power broken. Tomorrow they might be afraid again, but today they were free from the domination of a witch-doctor for the first time in their lives.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irThere was much talk of war and of brave deeds that would be accomplished; but the discomfiture of Sobito, being still fresh in every mind, also had an important part in the conversations. The village gossips found it a choice morsel with which to regale the warriors from other villages, with the result that Muzimo became an outstanding figure that reflected more glory upon the village of Tumbai than ever Sobito had. The visiting warriors regarded him with awe and some misgivings. They were accustomed to spirits that no one ever saw; the air was full of them. It was quite another matter to behold one standing in their midst.
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irLupingu, especially, was perturbed. Recently he had purchased a love charm from Sobito. He was wondering now if he had thrown away, uselessly, the little treasure he had paid for it. He decided to seek out the witch-doctor and make inquiries; perhaps there was not so much truth in what he had heard. There was also another reason why he wished to consult Sobito, a reason of far greater importance than a love charm.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irChapter 5 "Unspeakable Boor!"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irLONG days of loneliness. Long nights of terror. Hopelessness and vain regrets so keen that they pained as might physical hurts. Only a brave heart had kept the girl from going mad since her men had deserted her. That seemed an eternity ago; days were ages.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Who are you?" he demanded. "What are you doing here?"
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irIt had been two years since Old Timer had seen a white woman. Perhaps if this one had been old and scrawny, or had buckteeth and a squint, he might have regarded her with less disapprobation and addressed her more courteously. But the moment that his eyes had beheld her, her beauty had recalled all the anguish and misery that another beautiful girl had caused him, arousing within him the hatred of women that he had nursed and cherished for two long years.
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Quite."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"But your white companions-what of them?"
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"Until what?"
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I don't know."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irHer eyes widened in surprise. There were no tears in them now, but a glint of anger. "You are impossible. I wish you would get out of my camp and leave me alone."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"They're only going to butcher it for you," explained Old Timer. "That's what you wanted, isn't it? Or were you going to frame it?"
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.ir"I mean that as soon as I'm through here you're going back to my camp with me. It ain't my fault that you're here; and you're a damn useless nuisance, like all other women; but I couldn't leave a white rat here alone in the jungle, much less a white woman."
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دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irChapter 6 The Traitor
دنیای رمان مرجع رمان های ایرانی و خارجی. https://novelonline.irTHE warriors of Watenga had not responded with great enthusiasm to the call to arms borne by the messengers of Orando. There were wars, and wars. One directed against the feared secret order of the Leopard Men did not appear to be highly popular. There were excellent reasons for this. In the first place the very name of Leopard Man was sufficient to arouse terror in the breast of the bravest, the gruesome methods of the Leopard Men being what they were. There was also the well known fact that, being a secret order recruited among unrelated clans, some of one's own friends might be members, in which event an active enemy of the order could easily be marked for death. And such a death!
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