The reader may spare himself the trouble of smiling, for this is not
mere supposition; in this case observation came first and reflection
afterwards, for I happen to know something of savages from experience,
and when they were using their eyes in their way and for their purposes,
I used mine for my purpose, which was different. It is true that the
redskin will point you out an object in the distance and tell its
character, and it will be to your sight only a dark-coloured object,
which might be a bush, or stone, or animal of some large kind, or even a
house. The secret of the difference is that his eye is trained and
accustomed to see certain things, which he looks for and expects to
find. Put him where the conditions are new to him and he will be at
fault; or even on his native heath, set before him an unfamiliar or
unexpected object, and he will show no superiority over his civilized
brother. I have witnessed one instance in which not one but five men
were all at fault and made a wrong guess; while the one person of our
party who guessed correctly, or saw better perhaps, was a child of
civilization and a reader of books, and, what is perhaps even more, the
descendant of a long line of bookish men. This amazed me at the moment,
for until then my childlike faith in the ideas of Humboldt and of the
world generally on the subject had never been disturbed. Now I see how
this curious thing happened. The object was at such a distance that to
all of us alike it presented no definite form, but was merely something
dark, standing against a hoary background of tall grass-plumes. Our
guides, principally regarding its size, at once guessed it to be an
animal which they no doubt expected to find in that place--namely, a
wild horse. The other, who did not have that training of the eye and
mind for distant objects in the desert which is like an instinct, and,
like instinct, is liable to mistakes, and who carefully studied its
appearance for himself, pronounced it to be a dark bush. When we got
near it turned out to be a clump of tall bulrushes, growing in a place
where they had no business to grow, and burnt by drought and frosts to
so dark a brown that at a distance they seemed quite black.
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