Тарзан, приёмыш обезьян
The Outpost of the World
Foraweektheydidlittlebutrest,D’ArnotcoachingTarzaninFrench.Attheendofthattimethetwomencouldconversequiteeasily.
Onenight,astheyweresittingwithinthecabinbeforeretiring,TarzanturnedtoD’Arnot.
"WhereisAmerica?"hesaid.
D’Arnotpointedtowardthenorthwest.
"Manythousandsofmilesacrosstheocean,"hereplied."Why?"
"Iamgoingthere."
D’Arnotshookhishead.
"Itisimpossible,myfriend,"hesaid.
Tarzanrose,and,goingtooneofthecupboards,returnedwithawell-thumbedgeography.
Turningtoamapoftheworld,hesaid:
"Ihaveneverquiteunderstoodallthis;explainittome,please."
WhenD’Arnothaddoneso,showinghimthatthebluerepresentedallthewaterontheearth,andthebitsofothercolorsthecontinentsandislands,Tarzanaskedhimtopointoutthespotwheretheynowwere.
D’Arnotdidso.
"NowpointoutAmerica,"saidTarzan.
AndasD’ArnotplacedhisfingeruponNorthAmerica,Tarzansmiledandlaidhispalmuponthepage,spanningthegreatoceanthatlaybetweenthetwocontinents.
"Youseeitisnotsoveryfar,"hesaid;"scarcethewidthofmyhand."
D’Arnotlaughed.
