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then seized to tear the has* for more, 

 when down went the door with a low 

 "bang!" The Monarch started, but 

 all was still and there was no smell of 

 danger. He had forced such doors be- 

 fore. His palate craved the honey still, 

 and he licked and licked, greedily at 

 first, then calmly, then slowly, then 

 drowsily then at last stopped. His 

 eyes were closing, and he sank slowly 

 down on the earth and slept a heavy 

 sleep. 



Calm, but white-faced, were they 

 the men when in the dawn they came. 

 There were the huge scarred tracks 

 in-leading; there was the door down; 

 there dimly they could see a mass of 

 fur that filled the pen, that heaved in 

 deepest sleep. 



Strong ropes, strong chains and 

 bands of steel were at hand, with 

 chloroform, lest he should revive too 



