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newspaper twisted into the shape of an extinguisher, 
and puts it on his head. He looked at the other, 
then at me, then stared all round him, with an expres- 
sion of utter astonishment, and in the end burst out 
in loud exclamations of delight. For, strange to 
say, the glasses exactly suited his vision, which, 
unknown to him, had probably been decaying for 
years. ‘‘ Angels of heaven, what is this I see!” 
he shouted. ‘‘ What makes the trees look so green 
—they were never so green before! And so dis- 
tinct—I can count their leaves! And the cart over 
there—why, it is red as blood!” And to satisfy 
himself that it had not just been freshly painted he 
ran over to it and placed his hand on the wood. It 
proved hard to convince him that objects had once 
looked as distinct, and leaves as green, and the sky 
as blue, and red paint as red, to his natural sight, 
as they now did through those magical glasses. 
The distinctness and brightness seemed artificial 
and uncanny. But in the end he was convinced, 
and then he wanted to keep the spectacles, and 
pulled out his money to pay for them there and 
then, and was very much put out when their-owner 
insisted on having them back. However, shortly 
afterwards a pair was got for him ; and with these 
on his nose he galloped about the country, exhibit- 
ing them to all his neighbours, and boasting of the 
miraculous power they imparted to his eyes of 
seeing the world as no one else could see it. 
My Patagonian host and friend, whose intimate 
knowledge of cards I have mentioned in a former 
