But let me introduce to you a new friend of mine, the Hungry Tiger."
"Dreadfully hungry," answered the Tiger, snapping his jaws together with a fierce click.
The Lame
Tiger had dipped his chin and jowl in the water, and dark, oily streaks were floating from it down-stream.
"Yonder, among the oak trees," said the
tiger, pointing with his forefoot.
He came from under the
tiger with a broad grin on his handsome face, nor could I perceive that a muscle trembled or that his voice showed the least indication of nervousness or excitement.
The
tiger was now upon the bull's broad back, clinging to the huge neck with powerful fangs while its long, strong talons ripped the heavy hide into shreds and ribbons.
"Yes; it rules me like a tyrant," answered the
Tiger, sorrowfully.
He fled ignominiously before the little, two-legged creature who was more terrible than himself who was a full-grown Royal Bengal
tiger. He leaped high in the air in sheer panic; he ran here and there, with lowered head, to avoid the rain of pain.
"And dreadfully tough," added the Hungry
Tiger, in a sad voice.
Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he heard the dry, angry, snarly, singsong whine of a
tiger who has caught nothing and does not care if all the jungle knows it.
Other men, who had no land and no fish-traps, and who else would have gone hungry, were glad to work for Pig-Jaw, caring for his goats, guarding them from wild dogs and
tigers, and driving them to the feeding pastures in the mountains.
I am happy to see the marvels the warm sun hatcheth:
tigers and palms and rattle-snakes.