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To get at the mind of a dog, one must know, not only- 

 how to talk dog, but how to think dog, just as the 

 mother of the highest present development has to 

 think baby, and for that matter to look baby, in 

 order to talk baby, as Swift had to purse and puke 

 up his flabby mouth to talk the drivel of his ' little 

 language.' She has, in fact, to throw herself back, by 

 a voluntary effort of — what shall we say ? Love ? 



As it is with the mother and the baby, and the 

 man and his dog, so it should be with that highly- 

 developed man the true traveller, in respect to that 

 partially developed humanity, if indeed the term be 

 permitted, the native. I like the term ' native,' 

 as representing the ' sallet days ' of the Bimana, 

 before the baby has grown up to comparative 

 maturity by the toughening processes of shiftings 

 and changings, and ' survivals of the fittest,' but is 

 still in true babyhood, on the especial spot of the 

 bosom of old mother Tellus from which he drew 

 his first nourishment. ' A poor thing,' says mother 

 Tellus, ' but mine own ' ; and she does the best she 

 can for him, and teaches him to live on leaves and 

 snakes and crispy lizards, anything which does not 

 much require cooking, till horrid big boys come from 

 other places, where they have been to public schools 

 and learned things, and jeer at him, and kill his 

 snakes and bottle his lizards, and scare his simple 

 game away, and, if he revenges himself on their 

 sheep, in the desperation of starvation, treat him 

 with arsenicated flour. And then missionaries 



