Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1930-12-14

the dog had found the scent and was giving
warning Of the fact.
This boar-hound had been trained to per-
form with wild animals and lions and was a
staunch and game fighter. He was not TO be
cowed by any lion on earth. If he could once
get q hold. he would hang on like grim death.
Now as he went slowly along, the men fol-
lowing suddenly saw two cleaning eyes of
greenish-red just ahead and realized that at
last they were face to face with the fugitive
lion At once q man was sent back to report
the find and the location Of the runaway to
the others, and then. dropping on all fours and
blowing horns, firing of blank cartridges and
letting of Roman candles which spat and
fixed in most uncanny manner, the ad-
vance guard went cautiously forward, hoping
to drive the lion to his cage which was now
waiting only two blocks away
But at this point terrific battle began be-
tween the boar-hound and the lion. II is
needless to say that the danger to all In that
narrow, dark sewer was extremely great. It
was not until Marco had been severely slashed
by the lion and his head badly bitten that he
left the savage antagonist and came back to us
for protection, deeming discretion, evidently
the better part of valOT.
Taking of his big jack-boots the trainer put
them on his hands and arms, and approached
close to the lion, when he was fortunately able
to hit him singing blow on the nose with
one Of the boot-heel boxing gloves Then
fearing that he would have his head split open
by blow from one Of the lions huge paws, he
told one Of his men to place his head a
large iron kettle in which we had carried car
tridges to the sewer. While trying to TX this
the kettle tipped and rolled over and went
crashing down the sewer, making a noise which
echoed and re-echOed through the whole
length Of the tunnel in the most appalling
manner. The hon who had resisted success
fully till now, at once turned tail and raced
down the sewer at a mad gallOp. We Won
dered where he had stopped and following him.
we found him IN a sorry plight
THERE was an eight-foot fall in the rear of
the sewer and this had evidently caused
him TO refuse to retreat until frightened by
the kettle. We did not know Of this and. con-
sequently, tunlbled into it ourselves. We were
not hurt, and as the lion was now roaring once
more just ahead we followed the sound and
discovered the cause of Caesars perturbation.
He had caught his hind legs in one of the
slip-nooses which had been dropped down the
manhole and was hanging head downward,
helpless and furious at his undignihed plight
Other strong ropes were let down immediately
for Caesar would soon have died in that posi-
ton, and we were fortunate enough to secure
his head and fore paws The cage was then
placed at the manhole and when we had run
the ropes through the cage and out over the
sidewalk, the men began to haul In this
kindly fashion the king of beasts was dragged
out of his prison and into his cage once more.
Never again was he given an opportunity
to escape
There were a number of great trainers of
lions IN the old circus days, among whom were
Hagenback, Driesbach, Van Amburg and Herr
Schwartz The best known Of this quartet was
Hagenback, but his fame grew chiefly from the
fact that he the largest dealer in wild
animals in the world. The greatest trainer. in
my opinion-and I knew them all personally
was Herr Schwartz
Schwartz was the only trainer I ever knew
who had the nerve to undertake the education
and subjugation of a, full grown black panther
and q more cunning and treacherouS animal