Despite his new gravity, his cheerful, optimistic spirit remained, and it always pulled him away from the edge of despair.
Although he had an abundance of fresh meat, he went on a second hunt of the wild cattle in order to keep mind and body occupied.

He wanted particularly to find the big bull that had knocked him down, and he knew that he would recognize him when he found him.

He saw a herd grazing on the same little savanna by the lake, but when he had stalked it with great care he found that it was not the one he wanted.
A search deeper into the hills revealed another herd, but still the wrong one.

A second day's search disclosed the right group grazing in a snug little valley, and there was the big bull who had hurt so sorely his body and his pride.

A half hour of creeping in the marsh grass and thickets and he was within easy range.