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group of animals at the National Park in insolence, hold them a long instant, then 
Washington form a magnificent illustration change, glitter greenly, and shift aside. It 
of this fact. One, the tiger, is a huge makes you feel, indefinably, as though the 
sulky, surly, scowling brute, splendidly brute had sized you up ; had sifted out 
handsome, with nearly perfect ebon mark- every vestige of your fear for him and held 
ingg on his tawny hide and evil yellow eyes, it up to scorn. For, looking at it in the 
Upon a time this tiger went bad and became highest sense, that which is higher in man 
possessed of ten thousand devils. Since a beast fears ; and that which is beast in 
then nothing can be done with him. He man fears beast. In this fact lies the germ 
has been given up as a bad job. His eyes of a vast psychological truth. His cold 
meet your eyes squarely in a glance of level eyes laugh at you with a sneer ; you forget 
"the lion plays his part of a noble captive well." 
