earth and was sinking out of sight, till a 

 stream of water sent after him filled 

 the hole and forced him again to view. 

 They moved him to a new cage made 

 for him since he came a hard rock 

 floor, great bars of nearly two-inch steel 

 that reached up nine feet and then 

 projected in for five. The Monarch 

 wheeled once around, then, rearing, 

 raised his ponderous bulk, wrenched 

 those bars, unbreakable, and bent and 

 turned them in their sockets with one 

 heave till the five-foot spears were 

 pointed out, and then sprang to climb. 

 Nothing but spikes and blazing brands 

 in a dozen ruthless hands could hold 

 him back. The keepers watched him 

 night and day till a stronger cage was 

 made, impregnable with a steel above 

 and rocks below. 



The Untamed One passed swiftly 

 around, tried every bar, examined 



