THE LAST FRONTIER 



menagerie row at feeding time, formidable as it 

 sounds within the echoing walls, is only a mild and 

 gentle hint. But when seven or eight lions roar 

 merely to see how much noise they can make, as 

 when driving game, or trying to stampede your oxen 

 on a wagon trip, the effect is something tremendous. 

 The very substance of the ground vibrates; the air 

 shakes. I can only compare it to the effect of a 

 very large deep organ in a very small church. There 

 is something genuinely awe-inspiring about it; and 

 when the repeated volleys rumble into silence, one 

 can imagine the veldt crouched in a rigid terror that 

 shall endure. 



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