He did not understand the significance of the cry, unless it meant hunger, or the wailing mourn of a lioness for her murdered cubs.
The destructiveness of this savage species was murderous.

Jones came upon one old Tom's den, where there was a pile of nineteen elk, mostly yearlings.

Only five or six had been eaten.

Jones hunted this old fellow for months, and found that the lion killed on the average three animals a week.

The hounds got him up at length, and chased him to the Yellowstone River, which he swam at a point impassable for man or horse.