Bloody Ruts
In Bangor, Me., 6,000 people were watching the wild animals in the circus. Seven tigers, as docile as 30-year-old cab-horses, were lounging and limping around a ring where a woman stood, telling them nonchalantly when to stop and go. One lazy, spavined creature growled at the woman with perfunctory rage. Then he and another tiger pounced upon her and lay on top of her biting the woman with their yellow teeth and slapping her with huge limber paws that left two-inch grooves on her arms and bloody ruts across her face. Almost before the people in the audience had time...
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