For the people, the horse will come to symbolize technological advancement.
But that late spring afternoon when he walked back out of the bush from the east, he was leading a strange black
animal by a rope halter. Our people had never seen such a creature, and they were afraid. It was massive. Huge as
a moose, but without antlers, and the sound of its hoofs on the ground was that of drums.
It was a Percheron. A draught horse. A working beast, and Shabogeesick showed the people how to halter it, to rig it with straps sewn from cedar roots and trading post rope so it could haul the carcasses of moose and bear many miles out of the bush. Children learned to ride on its broad back. The horse pulled elders on toboggans across the deep snows of winter and allowed men to cut trees and haul the logs to the river where they would float them to the mill for money. Horse was indeed a gift and the people called him Kitchi-Animoosh. Great Dog.