He was a peaceful king.

He had one law: "Let me alone!" he said, and the voice of that law was in his attitude as he sat on his haunches sniffing the strange smell.
In his massive strength, in his aloneness and his supremacy, the great bear was like the mountains, unrivalled in the valleys as they were in the skies.

With the mountains, he had come down out of the ages.

He was part of them.

The history of his race had begun and was dying among them, and they were alike in many ways.