His eyes sparkled with joy at being so thoroughly understood. "Exactly," he said. "But the same trouble followed me there. Wherever I settled, the inhabitants complained that what I ate would support hundreds of other people."
"Very true," I answered; "but, excuse me, could you hand me a small rock to sit upon?—it is tiresome to stand here."
"Come out," he said. "You have my word of honor, as a compatriot of George"
"Say no more!" I broke in hastily.
I came out, and was soon, by his kind aid, perched upon the branch of a tree conveniently near.
"This argument," he said, sighing, "met me at every turn; and after much cogitation I could see no solution of the difficulty. No matter how far from the 'busy haunts of men' I proceeded, it was only to find that food grew scarcer as men were less numerous. At last I reached Patagonia, and after a few years I have eaten it almost bare. Now, to what conclusion am I driven?"
I thought it over. At last I said:
"I see the extremities to which you are reduced. But upon what principle do you proceed to the next step—cannibalism?"
"The Greatest good to the greatest number," said he. "Whenever I eat an animal, I diminish the stock of food which supports mankind, but whenever I eat a man, I diminish the number to be supported. As all the wise men agree that it is the subsistence which is short, my course of action tends ultimately to the greater happiness of the race."
This seemed very reasonable and for a moment I was staggered. Then a happy thought came to me, and I suggested that if he should allow himself to die of starvation the demand for subsistence would be still more reduced.
He shook his head sadly. "I used to hope so myself. But
