Carelessly, Tarzan's body swings from branch to branch. There's an easy grace about his perilous leaps and accurate catches as he progresses from limb to limb, which suggests both the assurance of the ape, and the flowing, rhythmic grace of a trapeze artist executing an often rehearsed feat of daring. Tarzan is off on a holiday. He is returning to the one place in the jungle which is his own - a place he had discovered long ago - a tiny hut on the shore of the great water...