The great horse always took the flood without hesitation, and would come promptly to the other bank.
He saw many deer, and started up several flights of wild turkeys, but he did not disturb them.

He was a soldier now, not a hunter, and he sought men, not animals.

Another night came and found him still alone on the prairie.

As before, he slept undisturbed under the boughs of a tree, and he awoke the next morning thoroughly sound in body and much refreshed in mind.

But the feeling of hardness, the desire for revenge, remained.