The world had gained a new aspect.

His life, which yesterday had appeared so immeasurably long, now seemed brief, pitifully brief.

Perhaps it would end ere the sun sank to rest in the Haller meadows.

He must deem every hour that he was permitted to breathe as a gift, like the earnest money he, placed in the trainer's hand in a horse trade.

According to human judgment the lightning should have killed him as well as the horse.