“That is a spy-glass—but, alas! I am blind—but I will show you how to use it, at all events.”
“Here are two books,” said I.
“Give them to me,” said he, “and let me feel them. This one is a Bible, I am quite sure by its shape, and the other is, I think, a Prayer-book.”
“What is a Bible, and what is a Prayer-book?” replied I.
“The Bible is the word of God, and the Prayer-book teaches us how to pray to him.”
“But who is God? I have often heard you say, ‘O God!’ and ‘God damn’—but who is he?”
“I will tell you to-night, before we go to sleep,” replied Jackson, gravely.
“Very well, I shall remind you. I have found a little box inside the chest, and it is full of all manner of little things—strings and sinews.”
“Let me feel them.”
I put a bundle into his hand.