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"THE WHELPS OF THE LION ANSWER HIM"
The Old Lion stood in his lonely lair: / The sound of the hunting had broken his rest: / He scowled to the Eastward: Tiger and Bear / Were harrying his Jungle. He turned to the west; / And sent through the murk and mist of the night / A thunder that rumbled and rolled down the trail; / And Tiger and Bear, the Quarry in sight, / Crouched low in the covert to cower and quail; / For deep through the midnight like surf on a shore, / Pealed Thunder in answer resounding with ire. / The Hunters turn'd stricken: they knew the dread roar: / The Whelp of the Lion was joining his Sire.