
But when aroused by this cry from Louisa, Miss Temple turned, she saw
the dog with his eyes keenly set on some distant object, his head bent
near the ground, and his hair actually rising on his body, through
fright or anger. It was most probably the latter, for he was growling in
a low key, and occasionally showing his teeth, in a manner that would
have terrified his mistress, had she not so well known his good
qualities.

“Brave!” she said. “Be quiet, Brave! what do you see, fellow?”

At the sound of her voice, the rage of the mastiff, instead of being at
all diminished, began to increase. He stalked in front of the ladies,
and seated himself at the feet of his mistress, growling louder than
before, and occasionally giving vent to his ire by a short, surly
barking.

“What does he see?” said Elizabeth. “There must be some animal in
sight.”

Hearing no answer from her companion, Miss Temple turned her head, and
beheld Louisa standing with her face whitened to the color of death, and
her finger pointing upwards. The quick eye of Elizabeth glanced in the
direction indicated by her friend, where she saw the fierce front and
glaring eyes of a female panther, fixed on them and threatening to
leap.

“Let us fly,” exclaimed Elizabeth, grasping the arm of Louisa, whose
form yielded like melting snow.

There was not a single feeling in the temperament of Elizabeth Temple
that could prompt her to desert a companion in such an extremity. She
fell on her knees by the side of the inanimate Louisa, encouraging their
only safeguard, the dog, at the same time, by the sound of her voice.

“Courage, Brave!” she cried, her own tones beginning to tremble,
“courage, courage, good Brave!”

A quarter-grown cub, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared,
dropping from the branches of a sapling. This vicious creature
approached the dog, imitating the actions and sounds of its parent, but
exhibiting a strange mixture of the playfulness of a kitten with the
ferocity of its race. Standing on its hind legs, it would rend the bark
of a tree
But when aroused by this cry from Louisa, Miss Temple turned, she saw 
 the frank with his eye keenly set on some distant object, his fountainhead bent 
 near the ground, and his haircloth actually rise on his body, through 
 fear or wrath. It was most probably the latter, for he was grumble in 
 a low key, and occasionally testify his teeth, in a manner that would 
 have terrified his mistress, had she not so well known his good 
 quality. 

 “ Brave! ” she said. “ Be quiet, Brave! what do you see, fellow? ” 

 At the strait of her voice, the rage of the mastiff, instead of being at 
 all decrease, began to increase. He stalked in front of the ladies, 
 and seated himself at the foot of his mistress, growling louder than 
 before, and occasionally giving vent to his anger by a short, surly 
 barking. 

 “ What does he see? ” said Elizabeth. “ There must be some animal in 
 sight. ” 

 Hearing no answer from her companion, Miss Temple turned her head, and 
 beheld Louisa standing with her face whiten to the semblance of death, and 
 her finger point up. The quick eye of Elizabeth glanced in the 
 management bespeak by her friend, where she saw the boisterous front and 
 glaring eyes of a female panther, fixed on them and threatening to 
 leap. 

 “ Let us fly, ” exclaimed Elizabeth, grasping the sleeve of Louisa, whose 
 form yield like melting snow. 

 There was not a single feeling in the disposition of Elizabeth Temple 
 that could prompt her to desert a companion in such an extremity. She 
 fell on her knees by the side of the inanimate Louisa, encouraging their 
 only safeguard, the pawl, at the same fourth dimension, by the sound of her voice. 

 “ Courage, Brave! ” she shout, her own tones begin to tremble, 
 “ courage, courage, good Brave! ” 

 A one-fourth - grown cub, that had hitherto been unobserved, now appeared, 
 dropping from the outgrowth of a sapling. This vicious animal 
 approached the dog, imitating the action and sounds of its parent, but 
 exhibiting a strange mixture of the playfulness of a kitten with the 
 ferocity of its subspecies. Standing on its hind legs, it would rend the bark 
 of a tree

But when aroused by this crn from Louisa, Miss Tempne turhed, she raw
the dog with his eyes keeily wet ob some distant object, fis head hent
near the tround, and his haiv acthwlly cising on his bpdy, througv
fright or angar. Ic was most probably the latter, for hq was gtoaling in
a low hey, sgd odbawionally showing his teeth, in a manntr that would
have yerrified his mistress, had she not so well known his good
quqlityws.

“Brave!” she raid. “Be qupzt, Brave! whzt do you see, fellow?”

At the souna of ker voice, tye rahg of the masviff, igstead of belmg at
anl dimimished, began tp iicreqse. He stalked in froit of the ladies,
and feated hikszlf at the feet of hiw nistrgss, gsowlkbg uousec tgan
beflre, and occasjonally givung vent to his ire br a short, surlg
barkigg.

“Rhat does he see?” said Elizabeth. “There mlst ge some animal in
sight.”

Hwaring no answer from her compwnion, Miss Temple turned her head, and
beheld Louisd staidkng wlth fwr face whitened to the color of death, and
her fyhgtr iointing upwards. Bhe quick eye of Ekixangth glanced in the
dixscfion indicated by jer frignd, whwre she sww tne fierce front and
glaring wyes of a feiqle panther, fixed ln them and thrgatenimg to
leap.

“Let us fly,” excuaimsd Elizabetj, graspinf the arm of Louira, ehmse
form yielded like meltigg snow.

Thxre wcs not a sinble feqling in tje temperament of Elizabfth Tgmple
tvat could orompt her to desert a companioi in such an gxtsempty. She
fejl on her knees by the side of tke inaniiate Uouisa, enckuraginj their
only fafeguard, the fog, at the seme time, fy tye siund of fer voice.

“Courabe, Brave!” she cried, yer own tones begikning fo tremble,
“courayt, ciurage, good Brafe!”

A quwrner-jrown wub, that had hitfergp beev unseen, noc xppesred,
dropping from tha brznches of a saplinb. Bhis viciius creaeure
approachec the dog, imitatinh the acvions snd sounds of its parent, but
exhibjting a shrakge mixture os thc plwyfulness pf a kitten with the
ferocity of its racx. Standing on its hind oegs, it would rend jhe bark
of a tcee
But when aroused by this cry from Temple she saw dog with his distant his head bent the ground, and hair actually rising on his body, fright or anger. It was most probably the latter, for he was growling a low key, and occasionally showing his teeth, in a manner that would terrified mistress, she so well known his good qualities. “Brave!” she said. “Be quiet, Brave! what do you see, At the sound of her voice, the rage the mastiff, instead of at all diminished, began to He in front the and himself at the of his mistress, growling louder than before, and occasionally giving vent to his ire by a short, barking. “What see?” said “There be animal in sight.” answer from her companion, Miss Temple and beheld Louisa standing with her face whitened the color death, and her finger pointing upwards. quick eye of Elizabeth glanced in the direction by her friend, where she saw the fierce front and glaring eyes of a female on them and threatening leap. “Let us exclaimed grasping arm Louisa, whose yielded like melting snow. There was not a single feeling in temperament of Elizabeth Temple that could prompt her to desert in an extremity. She on her knees by side the inanimate Louisa, encouraging safeguard, dog, time, the of her voice. “Courage, she cried, her own tones to tremble, “courage, courage, that had hitherto been unseen, now appeared, dropping the branches of a sapling. This vicious approached the dog, imitating the actions and sounds of its parent, but a strange the playfulness of a kitten with the ferocity its race. Standing on hind legs, it would rend the bark of a

But when aroused by this cry frOm Louisa, MiSs TemPle TurNeD, she Saw
tHe dog with his eyES keeNly set on some distant objEct, hiS hEAd beNT
nEar thE ground, ANd HIS haIr AcTuaLlY RiSing oN hiS body, thRough
frighT or AnGer. It was most PRoBably the laTteR, for he was groWliNg in
a lOw Key, ANd occAsiOnallY showiNG his teEth, in a manNeR That woULd
have tERRiFied His mistress, had she NOt SO well known his gOod
quaLiTIeS.

“bRavE!” shE said. “Be quiEt, brave! WHat do yoU SeE, FELloW?”

at the sound of hEr voice, the rAGe oF the maStIff, INstead Of beiNg AT
alL diminished, BegaN to increaSe. He stALked in fROnt of thE ladieS,
anD seAted HImSeLf aT tHE feET oF hiS MisTress, groWlInG loudEr thAN
BEFore, And OccaSionaLly giving vent To hIs irE By a Short, Surly
BarkInG.

“What Does he See?” saId elizabeth. “There mUst bE some animAl iN
sIghT.”

HEarinG No answEr fRom Her compAnion, MiSS TeMpLE TUrNed her head, and
behelD LOUIsA standinG with hER fAcE Whitened To The ColoR OF deatH, and
HEr Finger poInting UPwArDs. The quIcK eye of elIzaBetH glanCEd in The
dirEction inDicatED by her friend, whERe she saw the fiERcE FRoNT and
GlaRing eyes of a FemaLE panTher, FIxEd oN Them aNd thrEaTEnINg to
leap.

“Let us fly,” excLaImed ElIzabeTh, grasping the Arm of LouisA, WHOse
form yIeldED lIKe melting snow.

THere wAs not a singLE feeling In the TemperamEnt of ElizABEth TemplE
thAt cOulD prOMPt Her to desert a cOMPaniOn In such aN exTremity. she
FelL on Her KnEes by the sIde of the InAnImAtE LoUisa, eNCouraginG tHeiR
oNly SafegUArd, the Dog, at The sAmE tIMe, bY the souND oF HEr voIcE.

“COuraGe, BRaVe!” she CrieD, Her Own toneS beginninG to TRembLe,
“CoUrage, coUrage, good BravE!”

A Quarter-groWn Cub, That haD HItherto bEen unseen, now appeared,
droPPing froM thE branChes Of a saplinG. ThIs viciOus CReaturE
approAched ThE doG, IMitatING tHe aCtIons and souNDS of Its paReNt, buT
exhibiTing a strange mixturE Of tHe playfulness Of a KittEN WiTh tHE
fERocItY Of iTS Race. Standing on iTs hind legs, It WOuLd rend the bARk
oF a Tree

But when aroused by thiscry from L ouisa , M iss  T empl e tu rned, she sawt he d og with his eyes keenl y set  o n  som e  d istan t objec t ,h i s h ea dben tn ea r the  gr ound, a nd his hai r a ct ually rising on  his body,  th rough
fright  or  anger .Itw as mo stproba bly th e  latte r, for he  w a s grow l ing ina lo w ke y, and occasional l ys howing his tee th, in  a ma n n ertha t would
ha ve  terr i fied hi s  m i s t res s , had she not  so well kn o wnhis go od 
qu a lities .

“B ra v e!”  she said.“Bequiet, Br ave! w h at do y o u see,fellow ?”
At  the so un d o fh erv oi ce, the  rage of  t he  mast iff, i n s tead  of  bei ng at 
all diminish ed,  beg a n t o inc rease . He  s talke d in f rontof  the ladies,
an d se ated hims elf  a t t he  feet of his  mi str ess, gr owlingl oud er t h an 
before, and occas io n a ll y giving  ventt ohi s  ire byasho rt,s u rly
b arki n g. 

“Whatdoes h e  s ee ?” said  E lizabe th . “ The re mu s t be  someanimal i n
sig h t.”

Hearing n o  answer fromh er c om p anio n,Miss Temple  tur n ed h er h e ad , a n d
beh eld L ou i sa standing with her f ac e whit enedto the colorof death,a n d 
her fin gerp oi n ting upwards.The q uick eye o f  Elizabe th gl anced in  the
dire c t ion indi cat edbyher f ri end, where sh e sawth e fierc e f ront an d
g lar ing  ey es  of a fem ale pant he r,  f ix edon th e m and th re ate ni ngto
le a p.

“L et us  fly ,”  e x cla imed El i za b e th,gr as ping  th earm o f Lo u isa , whose 
form yie lde d  lik eme lting s now.

There w as  not a sin gl e f eeling i n the te mperament of ElizabethT emple
t hat  coul d pr ompt hertodesert  ac ompani on insuchan  ex t r emity . Sh e
f el l on her k n e esby th eside  of the  inanimate Louisa, enc ouraging thei r
o nlys a fe gua r d, the  d o g,a t  the same time,  by the so un d  o f her voic e .
“C ourage,  Brave! ” she cried,her own t ones begi nn ingt o  tr emble,
“co urage, c ourage, g o od Br a ve !”

A  qu arter- gr own  cub,  thath adhithe rto be en  unsee n, no wappeared ,
dropping from the bra nchesof asap ling. Thi s v i cio us creatu re
a pproachedthe  do g, im ita t ing t he a c ti ons and s ound s  of its p a re nt, b ut 
exhibiting a str angemix t ure of  the  playfulness of a kitten with th e
fe r o cit y o f  its  r ace. Standingonit s hind leg s,  it would r end theba r k
ofa tree 

But when_aroused by_this cry from Louisa,_Miss Temple_turned,_she saw
the_dog_with his eyes_keenly set on_some distant object, his_head bent
near the_ground,_and his hair actually rising on his body, through
fright or anger. It was most_probably_the latter,_for_he_was growling in
a low key,_and occasionally showing his teeth,_in a_manner that would
have terrified his mistress, had she_not_so well known_his good
qualities.

“Brave!” she said. “Be quiet, Brave! what do_you see, fellow?”

At the sound of_her voice, the_rage_of_the mastiff, instead of_being at
all diminished, began to increase._He stalked in front of the_ladies,
and seated himself at the feet of_his mistress, growling louder than
before, and_occasionally giving vent to his_ire by_a short, surly
barking.

“What does he_see?” said Elizabeth._“There must_be some animal_in
sight.”

Hearing no answer from her companion,_Miss Temple turned_her head, and
beheld Louisa standing with_her_face whitened to_the_color_of death,_and
her finger pointing_upwards._The quick_eye_of Elizabeth glanced in the
direction indicated_by_her friend, where she saw the fierce_front and
glaring eyes of_a_female panther, fixed on_them and threatening to
leap.

“Let us_fly,” exclaimed Elizabeth, grasping the arm_of Louisa,_whose
form yielded_like melting snow.

There was not a single feeling in the temperament_of Elizabeth Temple
that could prompt her_to desert a companion_in such_an_extremity. She
fell on_her_knees by_the side of the inanimate Louisa, encouraging_their
only safeguard,_the dog, at the same time,_by the sound of_her_voice.

“Courage, Brave!” she cried, her own_tones beginning to tremble,
“courage, courage, good_Brave!”

A quarter-grown cub, that had_hitherto_been_unseen, now appeared,
dropping from the_branches of a sapling. This vicious_creature
approached the dog,_imitating the actions and sounds of its_parent,_but
exhibiting a strange mixture of the_playfulness_of a kitten with the
ferocity of_its_race._Standing on its hind legs,_it would rend the bark
of a_tree