Every now and then a little boy wiH go
close up to the lion's cage, but will leap
away again in an instant, for the terrl Ik
roar that makes the floor shake frightens
Johnny out of his shoes. When the keeper
appears with a bucket full of meat "Com
nmrkire Lawrence," the biggest of the
panthers, bounds around the sides of his
cage like a cat, for, as his cage is nearest
the provision-house dor, he gets the first
food. Having received his big "hunk," as
the keeper calls it, the Commodore eats
away with great relish. The tigers are al
most wild with delight when their cages are
readied. Perhaps the most Interesting part
of the sport, however, is the feeding of the
male Hon. Noble fellow that he is! Here
comes the keeper ; now look sharp anl see
what the lion is doing! There he stands, on
his haunches, with his head toward the
great crowd. His mane stands out lil;e the
shaggy wluskers on Uncle Sam's chin. His
eyes, fastened upon the keeper, gleam wi'h
pleasure. Now, really, isn't that a smile
stealing over his face, making his beard
twitch and his ears point forward ? It looks
very much like it. anyhow, and if that isu t !
a lion s smile, then no lion ever did smile.
