As we entered the animal tent, a hoarse roaring shook the air.

I tore my hand loose from my father's and dashed wildly back through the entrance.

I collided with people, fell down; and all the time I was screaming with terror.

My father caught me and soothed me.

He pointed to the crowd of people, all careless of the roaring, and cheered me with assurances of safety.
Nevertheless, it was in fear and trembling, and with much encouragement on his part, that I at last approached the lion's cage.