I was very close to her when she climbed it; and in the forks, in the nest-shelter I had sought so long and vainly, I caught her.
The hyena had taken our trail again, and he now sat down on the ground and made hungry noises.

But we did not mind, and we laughed at him when he snarled and went away through the thicket.

It was the spring-time, and the night noises were many and varied.

As was the custom at that time of the year, there was much fighting among the animals.

From the nest we could hear the squealing and neighing of wild horses, the trumpeting of elephants, and the roaring of lions.