For three days he lay there, doing his best to bring them back to
life; but on the third day his great head, with what remained of its
magnificent beauty, sank for the last time on his heavy paws, and Leo,
the king of lions, was dead.

And so this grand, strong, noble animal lost his life through eating
human flesh, which he knew quite well he ought not to touch.




CHAFFER, THE CHAMOIS


On one of the craggy heights of the Alpine mountains, in Switzerland,
Chaffer stood, one fine, clear day in October, looking out over the
landscape, and wondering what he should do and where he should go.

For, sad to relate, he had just been turned out of the herd by an old
chamois, who considered that he and those of his own age had a better
right there than some of the young males. So, with a few others,
Chaffer had been driven off, but not until he had made a good fight
for it. He was fairly strong, and did not at all relish getting the
worst of anything, but he was young yet and knew his time was coming--
the time when he would drive that old chamois out of the herd far
quicker than he had been driven, and get the best of him in more ways
than one.

He was a fine young animal, and as he stood there at that dizzy
height, his four feet planted firmly on the peak, he showed to very