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A NATURALIST ON THE PROWL. 
he could not have felt the force of it. He is not interested 
in posterity. What has posterity done for him ? His 
interest circles round the passing hour in his own little 
life. So I let my sympathy touch him where he could 
feel it. Bidding him get me a bit of sugarcane for my 
horse, I gave him a silver two-anna piece. His eye 
glistened, and he asked when I would visit his village 
again. 
Yes, the lot of old Yelleep calls for manifold sympathies. 
Though his appearance does not suggest it, he also, like 
Carlyle’s “ infinite Shoe-black,” “has a soul quite other 
than his stomach.” " Half of a Universe,” or “ Oceans 
of Hochheimer” will not satisfy him. Indeed, he would 
refuse your Hochheimer, for he is a total abstainer, even 
from the harmless juice of his jungle palm ; and this, I 
take it, is an unconscious admission that his soul is more 
than his stomach. 
If you explore the country round about his haunts, you 
will find weird evidences that that soul of his disquiets 
him at times. Under a dark and gloomy tree, where 
Satyrine butterflies dance, you will find images in clay 
of horsemen and cattle, or strange figures carved on stone 
pillars, to which he makes solemn approach at times with 
