The three visitors had forgotten about their shining complexions,
until one of the natives pointed in comparison to his own white skin
and to the face of Ross. Poor Ross nearly died with mortification,
for he was fair and clear-skinned—that peculiar clearness which often
accompanies chestnut hair—and of all these things he was vain. It was
his only weakness, and to be suddenly recalled to fact by so personal
a reference humiliated him terribly. He tried to make them understand,
and in part succeeded by rousing their curiosity without convincing
them; so thinking he would be in good company, he, by signs, persuaded
several of them to bathe in the sea, which was not difficult, seeing
they were fond of it. Ross then managed to make them comprehend that
they had to dry in the sun, which they also did willingly enough,
little thinking of the surprise he had in store for them in the change
that was coming, for he determined they should repeat his experiences
and get blued, but he was a little disappointed to find their linen to
be still soft and not at all sticky, nor were the people stiffened in
their clothing as the visitors had been, and to the touch their hair
was still soft and loose. However, these matters were mere details and
Ross proceeded with his joke, grimly determined to blue his victims
as effectively as he and his friends were dyed. When they came to the
stream he tried to persuade them to lie still in it, in their clothing,
but they did not see this at all, and only the desire of the chief
personage to please the visitors caused them to comply with Ross’s
request, and there they stayed, minute after minute, in their clothing,
for about half an hour, at the end of which time their skins were
undyed and their linen was white as before.
At last they got up and squeezed the water out of their clothing,
feeling that it was a funny sort of joke, the point of which neither
they nor their companions could see—nor could the visitors, and poor
Ross, who had run the whole entertainment, both looked and felt
foolish and, if possible, bluer than ever, especially when the people
seemed to ask for an explanation of his joke and evidently considered
the strangers a true specimen of those living on Earth.
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