One day I got the better of him and for days he could not forget it. While sitting on a hillside, and with my glasses I picked up a herd of sheep far away on the uplands. "Yes," he said "That is a very big cow." How he could tell at that distance was a mystery to me but I did not question his statement, for too often he had proved that his eyesight was almost beyond belief. We started towards the field, and after half a mile I looked again. Then I distinctly saw a spot where the animals were dark enough to be sure of them. "Why, I saw the cows," he said "There is a big one, a very big one." He stopped and made out a native Mongol bending over cutting grass. But he could not be convinced. He daintained my glasses and would not even put them to his eyes. "I don't have to," I knew they are there," he laughed. "But I, too, was sure." "Well, we'll see," he said which is better. Your foreign glasses are wrong. So he went for it. When we looked again, there could be no mistake; the sheep were donkeys, sure enough. It has a trait on earth the hungry face and