carry both of them. Now he made haste thence before the lions

returned, and came back to the thorn fence where we lay just as dawn

I awoke at the coming of the dawn, and, standing up, I looked out. Lo!

there, on the farther side of the thorn fence, looking large in the

grey mist, stood the lad Umslopogaas, laughing. In his teeth he held

the assegai, yet dripping with blood, and in his hands the lion cub

that, despite its whines and struggles, he grasped by the skin of the

"Awake, my sister!" he cried; "here is the dog you seek. Ah! he bites