Buying admission tickets, Willis and I went in and approached the lion's cage for a nearer view of the king of beasts.

We hoped he would spring up and roar as he had done in the woods below the Shaker village; but he kept quiet.

After all, he did not look very formidable, and he seemed sadly oppressed and bored.
I think the proprietor of the show recognized us, for we saw him regarding us suspiciously; and we moved on to the cage in which the Wild Man sat, with a big brass chain attached to his leg--ostensibly to prevent him from running amuck among the spectators.

Two of his keepers were guarding him, with axes in their hands.

He was loosely arrayed in a tiger's skin, and his limbs appeared to be very hairy.