Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Savage Home
Itwasnowlateintheafternoon,andthebalanceofthedaylighthoursweredevotedtothebuildingofarudeladderbymeansofwhichLadyAlicecouldmounttohernewhome.
Allduringthedaytheforestaboutthemhadbeenfilledwithexcitedbirdsofbrilliantplumage,anddancing,chatteringmonkeys,whowatchedthesenewarrivalsandtheirwonderfulnestbuildingoperationswitheverymarkofkeenestinterestandfascination.
NotwithstandingthatbothClaytonandhiswifekeptasharplookouttheysawnothingoflargeranimals,thoughontwooccasionstheyhadseentheirlittlesimianneighborscomescreamingandchatteringfromthenear-byridge,castingfrightenedglancesbackovertheirlittleshoulders,andevincingasplainlyasthoughbyspeechthattheywerefleeingsometerriblethingwhichlayconcealedthere.
JustbeforeduskClaytonfinishedhisladder,and,fillingagreatbasinwithwaterfromthenear-bystream,thetwomountedtothecomparativesafetyoftheiraerialchamber.
Asitwasquitewarm,Claytonhadleftthesidecurtainsthrownbackovertheroof,andastheysat,likeTurks,upontheirblankets,LadyAlice,straininghereyesintothedarkeningshadowsofthewood,suddenlyreachedoutandgraspedClayton’sarms.
