The Horse

Pawing, pounding, prancing—the stallion ran across the brown and barren ground, galloping for the sheer joy of it. For who could stand in its way? The other creatures of the wilderness fled before his beating hooves. He was a mass of moving, fearless muscle. He raced to rival the wind. * * * * * God spoke to Job of the horse: “Hast thou given the horse strength? hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? the glory of his nostrils is terrible. He...