“The flesh of the Va-gas, of course,” she replied. “What other flesh
might a U-ga eat?”
I fear that I ill-concealed my surprise and disgust at the thought
that the beautiful Nah-ee-lah ate of the flesh of the Va-gas.
“You, too, eat of the flesh of these creatures?” I demanded.
“Why not?” she asked. “You eat flesh, do you not, in your own
country. You have told me that you raise beasts solely for their
flesh.”
“Yes,” I replied, “that is true, but we eat only the flesh of lower
orders; we do not eat the flesh of humans.”
“You mean that you do not eat the flesh of your own species,” she
said.
“Yes,” I replied, “that is what I mean.”
“Neither do I,” she said. “The Va-gas are not of the same species as
the U-ga. They are a lower order, just as are the creatures whose
flesh you eat in your own country. You have told me of beef, and of
mutton, and of pork, which you have described as creatures that run
about on four legs, like the Va-gas. What is the difference, then,
between the eating of the flesh of pork and beef or mutton, and the
eating of Va-gas, who are low creatures also?”
“But they have human faces!” I cried, “and a spoken language.”
“You had better learn to eat them,” she said, “otherwise you will eat
no flesh in Va-nah.”
The more I thought about it the more reason I saw in her point of
view. She was right. She was no more transgressing any natural law in
eating the flesh of the Va-gas than do we, eating the flesh of
cattle. To her the Va-gas were less than cattle. They were dangerous
and hated enemies. The more I analyzed the thing, the more it seemed
to me that we humans of the earth were more surely transgressing a
natural law by devouring our domestic animals, many of which we
learned to love, than were the U-ga of Va-nah in devouring the flesh
of their four-footed foes, the Va-gas. Upon our earthly farms we
raise calves and sheep and little pigs, and oftentimes we become
greatly attached to individuals and they to us. We gain their
confidence, and they have implicit trust in us, and yet, when they
are of the right age, we slay and devour them. Presently it did not
seem either wrong or unnatural that Nah-ee-lah should eat the flesh
of the Va-gas, but as for myself, I could never do it, nor ever did.
We had left the forest, and were returning to the village to our huts
when, near the large hut occupied by Ga-va-go, we came suddenly upon
Orthis. At the sight of us together he scowled.
“If I were you,” he said to me, “I would not associate with her too
much. It may arouse the displeasure of Ga-va-go.”
It was the first time that Orthis had spoken to me since we had
occupied this village. I did not like his tone or his manner.
“You will please to mind your own business, Orthis,” I said to him,
and continued on with Nah-ee-lah. I saw the man’s eyes narrow
malignantly, and then he turned, and entered the hut of Ga-va-go, the
chief of the No-vans.
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