As we first saw him, divested of his "get-up," he looked tame enough.

He was conversing sociably with the gypsy fortune teller.
But for the moment our attention and our indignation were directed mainly at the lion.

He was not such a very large lion, but he certainly had a full-sized roar, and the driver of the cage sat and grinned at us.
"You've no right to be on the road with a lion roaring like that!" Willis shouted severely.
"Wal, young feller, you've no right to be on the road with such a hog smell as that!" the driver retorted.

"Our lion is the best-behaved in the world; he wouldn't ha' roared ef he hadn't smelt them hogs so strong." "But you have damaged us!" I cried.

"Our horses have run away and smashed things! You'll have to pay for this!" Another man, who appeared to be the proprietor, now came from a wagon in the rear of the cavalcade.
"What's that about damages ?" he cried.