Sampson thumped the boards with his big tail, but he did not get up, which laziness attested to the fact that there had been a lion chase the day before and he was weary and stiff.

If Wade had been at home he would have come out to see what had occasioned the clamor.

As Columbine rode by she saw another fresh lion-pelt pegged upon the wall of the cabin.
She followed the brook.

It had cleared since the rains and was shining and sparkling in the rough, swift places, and limpid and green in the eddies.

She passed the dam made by the solitary beaver that inhabited the valley.