His simple and primitive views of life as natural as the instinct which governs all creatures in his God-cultivated world were now unrefined, ignoble, inelegant.

With his long, black mane and tail rippling and waving in the breeze that swept down from Blair Pass and across the Basin, with his raven-black coat glistening in the sunlight with the sheen of richest satin where the swelling muscles curved and rounded from shadow to high light, and with his poise of perfect strength and freedom, he looked, as indeed he was, a prince of his kind a lord of the untamed life that homes in those God-cultivated fields.