There was a tapestry to the right, a well-woven depiction of some hunting scene, I took it, but
fancifully done, the spear-carrying hunters mounted on birds of a sort and attacking an ugly
animal that reminded me of a boar, except that it appeared to be too large, out of proportion to
the hunters. Its jaws carried four tusks, curved like scimitars. It reminded me, with the vegetation
and background and the classic serenity of the faces, of a Renaissance tapestry I had once seen
on a vacation tour I had taken to Florence in my second year at the University. Tarnsman of Gor,
page 22

Before the feast I had helped the women, cleaning the fish and dressing marsh gants, and then,
later, turning spits for the roasted tarsks, roasted over rence-root fires kept on metal pans,
elevated about the rence of the island by metal racks, themselves resting on larger pans.
During most of the feast I have been used in the serving, particularly the serving of the girls who
had competed for me, one of whom had won me, which one I did not know.
I had carried about bowls of cut, fried fish, and wooden trays of roasted tarsk meat, and roasted
gants, threaded on sticks, and rence cakes and porridges, and gourd flagons, many times
replenished, of rence beer.  Raiders of Gor, page 44

A small domesticated tarsk, grunting and snuffling, pattered across rence matting that was the
surface of the island. One of the slavers, a man with a conical helmet, called the animal to him. He
scratched it behind the ears and then threw it squealing out into the marsh. There was a rapid
movement in the water and it was gone. Raiders of Gor, page 61

“Watch out!” I said.
The tarsk, a small one, no more than forty pounds, tasked, snorting, bits of leaf scattering behind
it, charged.
It swerved, slashing with its curved tusks, and I only man. aged to turn it aside with the point of
the raider´s spear I carried, one of four such weapons we had had since our brief skirmish with
raiders, that in which we had obtained our canoe, that which had occurred in the marsh east of
Ushindi. It had twisted hack on me with incredible swiftness.
The blond-haired barbarian screamed.
I thrust at it again. Again it spun and charged. Again I thrust it back. There was blood on the
blade of the spear and the animal's coat was glistening with it. Such animals are best hunted from
the back of kaiila with lances, in the open. They are cunning, persistent and swift. The giant tarsk,
which can stand ten hands at the shoulder, is even hunted with lances from tarnback.
It snuffled and snorted, and again charged. Again I diverted its slashing weight. One does not
follow such an animal into the bush. It is not simply a matter of reduced visibility but it is also a
matter of obtaining free play for one's weapons. Even in the open, as I was, in a clearing among
trees, it is hard to use one's spear to its best advantage, the animal stays so close to you and
moves so quickly.
Suddenly it turned its short wide head, with that bristling mane running down its back to its tail.
“Get behind me!” I called to the girl. It put down its head, mounted on that short, thick neck, and,
scrambling, charged at the blond-haired barbarian. She stumbled back, screaming, and, the
animal at her legs, fell. But in that moment, from the side, I thrust the animal from her. It,
immediately, turned again. I thrust it again to the side. This time, suddenly, before it could turn
again, I, with a clear stroke, thrust the spear through its thick-set body, behind the right foreleg.
I put my head back, breathing heavily. Explorers of Gor, page345-346
Tarsks of Gor
This research is done on the series of books written by John Norman, the comments in italics are mine and my point of view.
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