This morning the Vagabond is sick unto death of culture. The Cantabrigian mists, swirling their gyral shapes about the familiar tower, serve as an ethereal transport for his soul, and carry it to far climes. There, the allusions of Professor Babbitt forgotten, the Vagabond recalls an author he once read, a febrile man, Edger Rice Burroughs by name. As the memory returns, he hears the scream of a gorilla, charmingly uncultured. Then, all around him, swarming from the trees, comes a clan of the great apes. The vagabond sits in their midst, learning tricks that neither Burroughs nor his familiars of Brattle Street have ever dreamt of. And then, with an unrestrained and thoroughly natural chords of growls, the hairy beasts rush the demure observer, the Vagabond. He vanishes from their horrid grasp, to learn about them from a distance, when Professor Hooton, at ten in the Semitic Museum 1, delivers his lecture on "The Great Apes."
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