He clenched his huge fists, and spread wide his long arms.

"Dominion! That was God's word!" The power and intensity of him could be felt.

Then he relaxed, dropped his arms, and once more grew calm.

But he had shown a glimpse of the great, strange and absorbing passion of his life.

Once he had told me how, when a mere child, he had hazarded limb and neck to capture a fox squirrel, how he had held on to the vicious little animal, though it bit his hand through; how he had never learned to play the games of boyhood; that when the youths of the little Illinois village were at play, he roamed the prairies, or the rolling, wooded hills, or watched a gopher hole.