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teeth chattered with cold, would he soil his hands 

 or demean himself by adding a fresh bough or 

 stick to the smouldering ashes. 



When the young lions were now released from 

 the confinement of their box, they had to be 

 chained up, but even this step did not prevent 

 them exhibiting the tendencies of their race ; for, 

 if an ox or horse approached them, they would 

 crouch, place their heads between their fore feet, 

 and compress their bodies as if desirous of making 

 themselves unobservable, while their eyes would 

 glare with such intentness of look as to tell but 

 too plainly that the fiendish love of carnage had 

 taken entire possession of them. 



No longer now were my captives regarded with 

 favour. The natives detested them, the horses, 

 cattle, and dogs fought shy of them, and I alone 

 appeared to be able to keep them in subjection, 

 and that was only done by an amount of severity 

 and punishment that was quite repulsive to my 

 feelings. 



Although apparent to all that Leo and Juno 

 were not now to be trusted, there still was one 

 who refused to take warning or advice. This was 

 " Nannie," their foster-mother. As of old, she lay 

 in the sun beside them, and regarded her wards 

 with a jealous care truly touching, although the 

 cubs had become quite as large as herself. In 

 their horse-play, one day, however, they upset the 



