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"
After
all
,
what
do
I
know
about
your
honor
?
"
said
he
.
"
Upon
my
word
,
sir
,
"
I
cried
,
angrily
,
"
you
take
very
great
liberties
!
I
have
never
been
so
insulted
in
my
life
.
"
He
seemed
more
interested
than
annoyed
at
my
outbreak
.
"
Round-headed
,
"
he
muttered
.
"
Brachycephalic
,
gray-eyed
,
black-haired
,
with
suggestion
of
the
negroid
.
Celtic
,
I
presume
?
"
"
I
am
an
Irishman
,
sir
.
"
"
Irish
Irish
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
That
,
of
course
,
explains
it
.
Let
me
see
;
you
have
given
me
your
promise
that
my
confidence
will
be
respected
?
That
confidence
,
I
may
say
,
will
be
far
from
complete
.
But
I
am
prepared
to
give
you
a
few
indications
which
will
be
of
interest
.
In
the
first
place
,
you
are
probably
aware
that
two
years
ago
I
made
a
journey
to
South
America
--
one
which
will
be
classical
in
the
scientific
history
of
the
world
?
The
object
of
my
journey
was
to
verify
some
conclusions
of
Wallace
and
of
Bates
,
which
could
only
be
done
by
observing
their
reported
facts
under
the
same
conditions
in
which
they
had
themselves
noted
them
.
If
my
expedition
had
no
other
results
it
would
still
have
been
noteworthy
,
but
a
curious
incident
occurred
to
me
while
there
which
opened
up
an
entirely
fresh
line
of
inquiry
.
"
You
are
aware
--
or
probably
,
in
this
half-educated
age
,
you
are
not
aware
--
that
the
country
round
some
parts
of
the
Amazon
is
still
only
partially
explored
,
and
that
a
great
number
of
tributaries
,
some
of
them
entirely
uncharted
,
run
into
the
main
river
.
It
was
my
business
to
visit
this
little-known
back-country
and
to
examine
its
fauna
,
which
furnished
me
with
the
materials
for
several
chapters
for
that
great
and
monumental
work
upon
zoology
which
will
be
my
life
's
justification
.
I
was
returning
,
my
work
accomplished
,
when
I
had
occasion
to
spend
a
night
at
a
small
Indian
village
at
a
point
where
a
certain
tributary
--
the
name
and
position
of
which
I
withhold
--
opens
into
the
main
river
.
The
natives
were
Cucama
Indians
,
an
amiable
but
degraded
race
,
with
mental
powers
hardly
superior
to
the
average
Londoner
.
I
had
effected
some
cures
among
them
upon
my
way
up
the
river
,
and
had
impressed
them
considerably
with
my
personality
,
so
that
I
was
not
surprised
to
find
myself
eagerly
awaited
upon
my
return
.
I
gathered
from
their
signs
that
someone
had
urgent
need
of
my
medical
services
,
and
I
followed
the
chief
to
one
of
his
huts
.
When
I
entered
I
found
that
the
sufferer
to
whose
aid
I
had
been
summoned
had
that
instant
expired
.
He
was
,
to
my
surprise
,
no
Indian
,
but
a
white
man
;
indeed
,
I
may
say
a
very
white
man
,
for
he
was
flaxen-haired
and
had
some
characteristics
of
an
albino
.
He
was
clad
in
rags
,
was
very
emaciated
,
and
bore
every
trace
of
prolonged
hardship
.
So
far
as
I
could
understand
the
account
of
the
natives
,
he
was
a
complete
stranger
to
them
,
and
had
come
upon
their
village
through
the
woods
alone
and
in
the
last
stage
of
exhaustion
.
