Through A Glass, Darkly
p. 82 · Read in the full issue
The first field-glasses seen in the New Hebrides brought bitter disappointment. As one of the mission clergy was walking along the shore, the native at his side pointed out a tiny figure in the distance.
“There goes one of my enemies!” he said.
The white man drew out his field-glasses, adjusted the focus, then handed them to his companion, who gazed through them in excited amazement, beholding his foe apparently close at hand.
Dropping the glasses, he seized his arrows and looked again.
The enemy was as far away as at first.
Once more he snatched the magic glasses, once more exchanged them for his arrows, and once more was baffled.
A bright thought suddenly occurred to him.
“You hold the glasses,” he said to the priest, “and I’ll shoot him!”
From “Islands Of Enchantment”,
by Florence Coombe, published by MacMillan, London, 1911.