Forest and Frontiers; Or, Adventures Among the Indians
“ It appeared that when the unfortunate Hendrick rose to drive in the ox, the lion had watched him to his fireside, and he had scarcely lain down when the brute sprang upon him and Ruyter, for both lay under one blanket, with his appalling murderous roar, and, roaring as he lay, grappled him with his fearful claws, and kept biting him on his breast and shoulder, all the while feeling for his neck; having got hold of which, he dragged him away backwards round the bush into the dense shade. As the lion lay upon the unfortunate man he faintly cried, "Help me, help me! Oh, God! men, help me!" ”
