It was now about three o’clock in the morning and Francis Macomber, who had been asleep a little while after he had stopped thinking about the lion, wakened and then slept again, woke suddenly, frightened in a dream of the bloody-headed lion standing over him, and listening while his heart pounded, he realized that his wife was not in the other cot in the tent.

...the tendency is to wedge the metal sheets which compose the flume between the wings of the inner or wing bar.

to Latinize the Church of England

Power lodged absolutely by God[…]in the hands of Mortality, would really be an absurdity of the first magnitude; insomuch as, by constantly and unavoidably turning out despotic and tyrannical, it would daily and hourly rise up in oppugnance to Himself, his sovereign dominion and supreme administration; …