Manape the Mighty: A Complete Novelette

By Arthur J. Burks

High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley―His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape

Arthur J. Burks was born on September 13th, 1898 in Waterville, Washington.

He served in the United States Marine Corps in World War I.

Arthur married Blanche Fidelia Lane on March 23rd, 1918 in Sacramento, California and was the father of four children.

In 1920 he began his writing career after being stationed in the Caribbean. Inspired by native voodoo rituals he used his experience to write stories of the supernatural that he then sold to the magazine Weird Tales.

In 1928 he resigned from the Marine Corps and began writing full-time. He quickly became one of the "million-word-a-year" men in the pulps by virtue of his prodigious output. Over his career he wrote some 800 stories for the pulp magazines. A favourite trick was being able to take any household object that someone would suggest and to instantly create a plot based upon it.

Burks wrote primarily on aviation, detective, adventure and weird menace. On several occasions these became entire series such as with the Kid Friel boxing stories in Gangster Stories, and the Dorus Noel undercover-detective stories for All Detective Magazine, set in Manhattan's Chinatown.

However the constant need to produce so much fiction caused him to throttle back by the late-1930s. With the United States entering the Second World War he returned to active duty, eventually retiring with the rank of lieutenant colonel.

In 1948 Burks moved to Paradise in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania where he continued to write.

Throughout the '60s, he wrote many works on metaphysics and the paranormal. In his later years, he lectured on paranormal activities.

Arthur J. Burks died on May 13th, 1974.

Index of Contents

Chapter I - Castaway

Chapter II - Into the Jungle

Chapter III - A Night of Horror

Chapter IV - Grim Awakening

Chapter V - Fumbling Hands

Chapter VI - Puppets of Barter

Chapter VII - Lord of the Jungle

Chapter VIII - Struggle for Mastery

Chapter IX - Fate Decides

Chapter X - Written in Dust

Chapter XI - Barter Acts

Chapter XII - Jungle Justice

Chapter XIII - The Horror Passes

• Language: English
• Publisher: SCI-FI Publishing
• Release date: Feb 8, 2018
• ISBN: 9781787377776

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Manape The Mighty by Arthur J. Burks

A Complete Novelette

High in Jungle Treetops Swings Young Bentley―His Human Brain Imprisoned in a Mighty Ape

Arthur J. Burks was born on September 13th, 1898 in Waterville, Washington.

He served in the United States Marine Corps in World War I.

Arthur married Blanche Fidelia Lane on March 23rd, 1918 in Sacramento, California and was the father of four children.

In 1920 he began his writing career after being stationed in the Caribbean. Inspired by native voodoo rituals he used his experience to write stories of the supernatural that he then sold to the magazine Weird Tales.

In 1928 he resigned from the Marine Corps and began writing full-time. He quickly became one of the million-word-a-year men in the pulps by virtue of his prodigious output. Over his career he wrote some 800 stories for the pulp magazines. A favourite trick was being able to take any household object that someone would suggest and to instantly create a plot based upon it.

Burks wrote primarily on aviation, detective, adventure and weird menace. On several occasions these became entire series such as with the Kid Friel boxing stories in Gangster Stories, and the Dorus Noel undercover-detective stories for All Detective Magazine, set in Manhattan's Chinatown.

However the constant need to produce so much fiction caused him to throttle back by the late-1930s.  With the United States entering the Second World War he returned to active duty, eventually retiring with the rank of lieutenant colonel.

In 1948 Burks moved to Paradise in Lancaster County, Pennsylvania where he continued to write.

Throughout the '60s, he wrote many works on metaphysics and the paranormal. In his later years, he lectured on paranormal activities.

Arthur J. Burks died on May 13th, 1974.

Index of Contents

Chapter I - Castaway

Chapter II - Into the Jungle

Chapter III - A Night of Horror

Chapter IV - Grim Awakening

Chapter V - Fumbling Hands

Chapter VI - Puppets of Barter

Chapter VII - Lord of the Jungle

Chapter VIII - Struggle for Mastery

Chapter IX - Fate Decides

Chapter X - Written in Dust

Chapter XI - Barter Acts

Chapter XII - Jungle Justice

Chapter XIII - The Horror Passes

MANAPE THE MIGHTY

CHAPTER I

Castaway

Lee Bentley never knew how many others, if any, lived on after the Bengal Queen struck the hidden reef and sank like a stone. He had only a hazy memory of the catastrophe, and recalled that when she had struck and the alarm had gone rocketing through the great passenger boat, though no alarm was really necessary because she went to pieces so fast, that he had leaped far over the rail and swam straight out, fast, in order to escape being dragged down by the suction of the sinking liner.

The screaming of frightened women and children would ring in his ears until the day the grave closed over him, screaming that was made all the more terrible by the crashing roar of the raging black seas which came out of the darkness to make the affair all the more hideous, and to bear down beneath them into the sea the feeble struggling ones who had no chance for their lives. Lifeboats had been smashed in their davits.

Bentley swam straight away after he was satisfied at last that he could do nothing more. He had helped men and women reach bits of wreckage until he could scarcely any longer keep his wearied arms to the task of keeping his own head above water. He knew even as he helped the white-faced ones that few of them would ever live through it, but he was doing the best he knew, a man's job.

When absolutely sure that he could do nothing further, when he could no longer hear cries of distress, or discover struggling forms in the sea which he might aid, he had turned his back on the graveyard of the Bengal Queen and had struck for shore. He remembered the direction, for before sunset that evening, in company with several ship's under officers, he had studied the navigation charts upon which each day's run of the Bengal Queen was shown. Ahead of him now was the coast of Africa, though what part of it he knew but in the haziest way. He might not guess within a hundred miles.

One thing only he remembered exactly. The second officer had said, apropos of nothing in particular:

This wouldn't be a happy place to be shipwrecked. This section of the coast is a regular hangout of the great anthropoid apes. You know, those babies that can pick a man apart as a man would pluck the legs off a fly.

Bentley had merely grinned. The second officer's remarks had sounded to him as though the fellow had been reading more than his fair share of lurid fiction of the South African jungles.

However, apes or no apes, the shore would look good to Lee Bentley now. And he fully intended making it. He knew he could swim for hours if it became necessary, and he refused to think of the possibility of sharks. If one got him, well, that was one of the chances one had to take when one was shipwrecked against one's will.

So he alternately swam toward where he expected to find land, and floated on his back to rest.

A swell ending to a great life, if I don't make it, he told himself. I wonder how the old man will take it when the world reads that the Bengal Queen went down with all on board? He'll be relieved, maybe, for he was about ready to wash his hands of me if I can read signs at all.

It might be said that Bentley was his own worst critic, for he really was not a bad sort of a fellow. He was a good American, over-educated perhaps, with a yen to delve into forbidden places usually avoided by his own kind, and of digging into books which were better left with the pages unturned. There were strange ruins in Africa, he knew. He had gathered a weird fund of information from such books as he could unearth relative to ancient ruins and vanished races, to the lurid accounts of strange deaths of the various scientists who had taken active part in the opening of the tomb of Tutankhamen.

There were queer things in the heart of darkest Africa, and such things intrigued him. He could take whatever chances with his life he saw fit, for his only relative was a father, and he had never attached himself to any woman nor permitted any woman to attach herself to him, because he could never be sure that her interest might not primarily be in his bank account.

If, as, and when, he told himself as he rode the waves through the night, I reach the coast I'll be tossed into black Africa in a way I was not expecting. Anyway, if I live through, I can at least go about my work without the governor interfering. I only hope it won't be hard on the old fellow. He isn't a bad egg at all, and I guess I have given him plenty to think about and worry over.

He turned on his stomach again and struck out. He had managed to rid himself of all of his clothing except his underwear. They had only weighed him down, and he recalled, with a wry grin, that Africa as a whole went in but little for the latest in men's sport wear.

It must have been a good hour since he had lost the Bengal Queen back there in the raging deep, that he heard the faint call through the murk.

Help, for God's sake!

He listened for a repetition of the call, minded to believe that his ears had tricked him. He fancied it had been a woman's voice, but no woman could have lived so long in those raging seas, in which any moment Bentley himself expected to be overwhelmed. For himself he regarded death more or less philosophically, but a woman out there, crying for help, was a different matter entirely. It tore at his heartstrings, mostly because he realized his inability to be of material assistance.

He was sure that he had been mistaken about