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of a phenomenon, and yet I do not know that the rela 

 tion of the individual American to the individual Euro 

 pean was bettered by it ; and that, after all, must adjust 

 itself comfortably before there can be a right under 

 standing between the two. We had been a desert, we 

 became a museum. People came hither for scientific 

 and not social ends. The very cockney could not com 

 plete his education without taking a vacant stare at us 

 in passing. But the sociologists (I think they call them 

 selves so) were the hardest to bear. There was no es 

 cape. I have even known a professor of this fearful 

 science to come disguised in petticoats. We were cross- 

 examined as a chemist cross-examines a new substance. 

 Human 1 yes, all the elements are present, though ab 

 normally combined. Civilized 1 Hm ! that needs a 

 stricter assay. No entomologist could take a more 

 friendly. interest in a strange bug. After a few such ex 

 periences, I, for one, have felt as if I were merely one of 

 those horrid things preserved in spirits (and very bad 

 spirits, too) in a cabinet. I was not the fellow-being of 

 these explorers : I was a curiosity ; I was a specimen. 

 Hath not an American organs, dimensions, senses, affec 

 tions, passions even as a European hath 1 If you prick 

 us, do we not bleed 1 If you tickle us, do we not laugh ] 

 I wjll not keep on with Shylock to his next question but 

 one. 



Till after our Civil War it never seemed to enter the 

 head of any foreigner, especially of any Englishman, that 

 an American had what could be called a country, except 

 as a place to eat, sleep, and trade in. Then it seemed to 

 strike them suddenly. "By Jove, you know, fellahs 

 don't fight like that for a shop-till ! " No, I rather think 

 not. To Americans America is something more than a 

 promise and an expectation. It has a past and tradi 

 tions of its own. A descent from men who sacrificed 



