L. P. Gratacap, A Woman of the Ice Age
“ The sloth, when it discovered its assailants, turned heavily around, and raised itself as a quivering pile of flesh upon its broad and massive legs; its prolonged head thrown forward, uneasily swinging up and down, and its forelegs with their powerful claws aimlessly beating and pawing the air. The next instant the larger of the cats shot like a long bolt from the ground, its outspread paws descried by Ogga in its lightning passage, and fell plump upon the breast of the sloth, below its neck. ”
