hill, the horses
drawing the wagon containing Brutus shied at some object in the woods,
which precipitated horses and wagon down an embankment of twelve or
fifteen feet. The outside woodwork broke in several places, and the
shock knocked the door of the cage open. The driver jumped up unhurt,
but consternation was depicted on his face when his eyes turned toward
the cage. Brutus was standing on the ground lashing his sides with anger
at the bruises which he had received from the fall. Word went along the
caravan that the lion was out; all the vehicles stopped, and several of
the company's people ran to the brow of the embankment and looked down
on the scene of the catastrophe and the infuriated lion. Brinton, who
was riding in a buggy a short distance ahead of the wagon of Brutus,
jumped out and ran back to the spot where the disaster had just taken
place. He held in his hand an ordinary whip used in driving a buggy.
With this he approached the angry animal, the people falling back. When
he got near him he raised his whip menacingly. The brute made the quick
bound for which he is known, and struck him down, his claws sinking deep
into vital parts. He called out the name of Brutus with a groan. At this
juncture the animal discovered that it was his master, as he quickly
snuffed his prostrate person. That day Brinton had put on a new suit of
clothes, and when he ran toward the animal it was evident he had not
recognized him. Brinton lay unconscious on the ground, the animal not
making any further attack after his discovery of the identity. The brute
did not betray any sorrow at what he had done, nor did he give any proof
of affection. He simply became indifferent, and while he was in this
state, Rounders enticed him into another cage by the display of a piece
of meat, and as soon as he got him in, he jumped out and locked the
door.

The wounded man was picked up and conveyed to a neighboring farmhouse,
Rounders being one of those who carried him. In proceeding to the house
he revived, and when they reached it, they carefully placed him on a
couch. The nearest physician was sent for, he living two or three miles
away. Making an effort to control the manifestation of suffering,
Brinton requested all to leave the room except Rounders. His request was
complied with. He asked Rounders to sit down alongside of him, as he
could not speak loud, and he wanted to reserve his strength.

"Jim Rounders," said he with a softened expre