“Whenever, in the course of the daily hunt, the red hunter comes upon a scene that is strikingly beautiful or sublime black thundercloud with the rainbow's glowing arch above the mountain; a white waterfall in the heart of a green gorge; a vast prairie tinged with the blood-red of sunset he pauses for an instant in the attitude of worship. He sees no need for setting apart one day in seven as a holy day, since to him all days are Gods.”