Henryk Sienkiewicz,
In Desert and Wilderness — Chapter 3
(1917)
“ The groaning again resounded, as though it came from under the ground; deep, heavy, strained, as if the beast with difficulty drew it from its powerful lungs. It proceeded lowly over the ground, alternately increased and subsided, passing at times into a hollow, prodigiously mournful moan. "Kali, throw fuel into the fire," commanded Stas. The negro threw upon the camp-fire an armful of boughs so hastily that at first whole sheaves of sparks burst out, after which a high flame shot up. "Stas, the lion will not attack us, will he?" whispered Nell, pulling the boy by the sleeve. ”
