The nature of my investigations keeps me on a lower and more prosaic
level; I wish to arrive at results that are a little more within the
range of practical experience. The restricted angle of my vision forbids
me to consider, as Guizot does, the measure of prosperity enjoyed by
human societies, or to contemplate, with von Humboldt, the high peaks on
which a few great minds sit in solitary splendour; my inquiries concern
merely the amount of power, material as well as moral, that has been
developed among the mass of a people. It has made me uneasy, I confess,
to see two of the most famous men of the century losing themselves in
by-ways; and if I am to trust myself to follow a different road from
theirs, I must survey my ground, and go back as far as possible for my
premises, in order to reach my goal without stumbling. I must ask the
reader to follow me with patience and attention through the winding
paths in which I have to walk, and I will try to illuminate, as far as I
can, the inherent obscurity of my subject.
There is no tribe so degraded that we cannot discover in it the instinct
to satisfy both its material and its moral needs. The first and most
obvious difference between races lies in the various ways in which the
two sides of this instinct are balanced. Among the most primitive
peoples they are never of equal intensity. In some, the sense of the
physical need is uppermost, in others, the tendency to contemplation.
Thus the brutish hordes of the yellow race seem to be dominated by the
needs of the body, though they are not quite without gleams of a
spiritual world. On the other hand to most of the negro tribes that have
reached the same stage of development, action is less than thought, and
the imagination gives a higher value to the things unseen than those
that can be handled. From the point of view of civilization, I do not
regard this as a reason for placing the negroes on a higher level; for
the experience of centuries shows that they are no more capable of being
civilized than the others. Ages have passed without their doing anything
to improve their condition; they are all equally powerless to mingle act
and idea in sufficient strength to burst their prison walls and emerge
from their degradation. But even in the lowest stages of human progress
I always find this twofold stream of instinct, in which now one, now the
other current predominates; and I will try to trace its path as I go up
the scale of civilization.
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