Before he knew Ursus and had a carriage to draw, he thought nothing of doing his fifty miles a night.

Ursus meeting him in a thicket near a stream of running water, had conceived a high opinion of him from seeing the skill and sagacity with which he fished out crayfish, and welcomed him as an honest and genuine Koupara wolf of the kind called crab-eater.
As a beast of burden, Ursus preferred Homo to a donkey.

He would have felt repugnance to having his hut drawn by an ass; he thought too highly of the ass for that.

Moreover he had observed that the ass, a four-legged thinker little understood by men, has a habit of cocking his ears uneasily when philosophers talk nonsense.

In life the ass is a third person between our thoughts and ourselves, and acts as a restraint.