His meal over he sought the ground again and raising his voice in
the weird cry that he had learned, he called aloud on the chance
of attracting the gryf, but though he waited for some time and
continued calling there was no response, and he was finally forced
to the conclusion that he had seen the last of his great mount of
the preceding day.
And so he set his face toward A-lur, pinning his faith upon his
knowledge of the Ho-don tongue, his great strength and his native
wit.
Refreshed by food and rest, the journey toward A-lur, made in the
cool of the morning along the bank of the joyous river, he found
delightful in the extreme. Differentiating him from his fellows
of the savage jungle were many characteristics other than those
physical and mental. Not the least of these were in a measure
spiritual, and one that had doubtless been as strong as another in
influencing Tarzan's love of the jungle had been his appreciation
of the beauties of nature. The apes cared more for a grubworm in a
rotten log than for all the majestic grandeur of the forest giants
waving above them. The only beauties that Numa acknowledged were
those of his own person as he paraded them before the admiring eyes
of his mate, but in all the manifestations of the creative power
of nature of which Tarzan was cognizant he appreciated the beauties.
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