“In one of these isles be folk as of great stature as giants. And they
be hideous to look upon. And they have but one eye, and that is in the
middle of the forehead. And they eat nothing but raw flesh and raw
fish. And in another isle towards the south dwell folk of foul stature
and of cursed nature that have no heads. And their eyes be in their
shoulders and their mouths be round shapen, like an horseshoe, amidst
their breasts. And in another isle be men without heads, and their eyes
and mouths be behind in their shoulders. And in another isle be folk
that have the face all flat, all plain, without nose and without mouth.
But they have two small holes, all round, instead of their eyes, and
their mouth is flat also without lips. And in another isle be folk of
foul fashion and shape that have the lip above the mouth so great that
when they sleep in the sun they cover all the face with that lip.”
If Sir John had been untruthful he might have been here tempted to tell
improbable stories, but he merely refers to these isles in passing
with a few texts from the Holy Scriptures to express his entire
disapproval. His chapters on the Chinese empire are a perfect model
of veracity, and he merely cocks on a few noughts to the statistics.
In outlying parts of Cathay he feels once more the need of a little
self-indulgence. One province is covered with total and everlasting
darkness, enlivened by the neighing of unseen horses and the crowing of
mysterious cocks. In the next province he found a fruit, which, when
ripe, is cut open, disclosing “a little beast in flesh and bone and
blood, as though it were a little lamb without wool. And men eat both
the fruit and the beast. And that is a great marvel. Of that fruit have
I eaten, although it were wonderful, but that I know well that God is
marvelous in all his works. And nevertheless I told them of as great a
marvel to them, that is amongst us, and that was of the barnacle geese:
for I told them that in our country were trees that bear a fruit that
become birds flying, and those that fall on the water live, and they
that fall on the earth die anon, and they be right good to man’s meat,
and thereof had they so great marvel that some of them trowed it were
an impossible thing to be.”
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