I've lived in Colorado nine years; and I've never once seen a mountain lion, or a bear either, except the stuffed ones in the shops.

Don't let the doctor frighten you." But Dr.Hope's wicked work was done.

Mrs.Watson, quite unconvinced by these well-meant assurances, sat pale and awe-struck, repeating under her breath,-- "Dreadful! What _will_ Ellen say?
Bears and lions! Oh, dear me!" "Look, look!" cried Clover, who had not listened to a word of this conversation; "did you ever see anything so lovely ?" She referred to what she was looking at,--a small point of pale straw-colored rock some hundreds of feet in height, which a turn in the road had just revealed, soaring above the tops of the trees.
"I don't see that it's lovely at all," said Mrs.Watson, testily.

"It's unnatural, if that's what you mean.

Rocks ought not to be that color.
They never are at the East.