The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)Wood, Henry, Mrs.
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The Red Court Farm: A Novel (Vol. 1 of 2)
Wood, Henry, Mrs.
English fiction -- 19th century
Then the four lamps were exhibited, green, red, white, and blue, and
the mistakes made by both essayists kept the platform in a roar. The
colonel did tell which was the white--but it was probably more of a
guess than a certainty. They could distinguish a "difference," they
said, between two or more colours when exhibited at once, but were
unable to state what that difference was. Both of them were honestly
anxious that the test should be fully carried out, and answered to the
utmost of their ability. Various colours were exhibited, sometimes two
of nearly the same shade: it all came to the same. Long before the
experiment came to an end, the fact had been fully established that
both Colonel West and Matthew Cooper laboured under the defect of
colour-blindness.
"Cooper," said Oliver Jupp, in a good-natured tone, "they must never
make an engine-driver of you again."
"Well, I don't know, sir," returned Cooper, who seemed very
chapfallen, "if it's true what this strange gentleman says, why--I
suppose it is true. But I hope they'll make something else of me; I
know I am keen enough at most things. If a man is deficient in one
line, he may be all the quicker in another."
"Now you have given utterance to a truism, without perhaps knowing
it," interposed the professor, cheerily. "Be assured that where a
defect does exist, it is amply made up for by the largeness of some
other gift. Never fear that an intelligent man, like you, will want
employment, because you are found not suited to the one they placed
you on."
"About the worst they could have given him, as it turns out," remarked
Oliver Jupp, as he stood aside with the professor out of the hearing
of others. "An engine-driver ought, of all men, to be able to
distinguish colours."
"There are some of our engine-drivers who do not, though," was the
reply, as the professor cautiously lowered his voice. "Several of our
worst accidents have occurred from this very fact."
"Do you think so?"
"I know it. It is a more frequent defect than would be thought, this
absence of the organ of colour, but it is one to which little
attention has been hitherto given; a subject that with some excites
ridicule. A company engaging an engine-driver would as soon think of
testing his capacity for eating a good dinner, as that of being able
to distinguish signal lights. Most essentially necessary is it,
though, that drivers, present or future, should undergo the
examination."
"It seems so to me," said Oliver. "And always will seem so--after this
night's experiment."
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