The eldest of things which we see actually as history is not equality, but an already developed hideous inequality, trying to perpetuate itself, and yet by a most divine and gracious law, destroying itself by the very means which it uses to keep itself alive.

“There were giants in the earth in those days.  And Nimrod began to be a mighty one in the earth”—­

   A mighty hunter; and his game was man.

No; it is not equality which we see through the dim mist of bygone ages.

What we do see is—­I know not whether you will think me superstitious or old-fashioned, but so I hold—­very much what the earlier books of the Bible show us under symbolic laws.  Greek histories, Roman histories, Egyptian histories, Eastern histories, inscriptions, national epics, legends, fragments of legends—­in the New World as in the Old—­all tell the same story.  Not the story without an end, but the story without a beginning.  As in the Hindoo cosmogony, the world stands on an elephant, and the elephant on a tortoise, and the tortoise on—­what?  No man knows.  I do not know.  I only assert deliberately, waiting, as Napoleon says, till the world come round to me, that the tortoise does not stand—­as is held by certain anthropologists, some honoured by me, some personally dear to me—­upon the savages who chipped flints and fed on mammoth and reindeer in North-Western Europe, shortly after the age of ice, a few hundred thousand years ago.  These sturdy little fellows—­the kinsmen probably of the Esquimaux and Lapps—­could have been but the avant-couriers, or more probably the fugitives from the true mass of mankind—­spreading northward from the Tropics into climes becoming, after the long catastrophe of the age of ice, once more genial enough to support men who knew what decent comfort was, and were strong enough to get the same, by all means fair or foul.  No.  The tortoise of the human race does not stand on a savage.  The savage may stand on an ape-like creature.  I do not say that he does not.  I do not say that he does.  I do not know; and no man knows.  But at least I say that the civilised man and his world stand not upon creatures like to any savage now known upon the earth.  For first, it seems to be most unlikely; and next, and more important to an inductive philosopher, there is no proof of it.  I see no savages becoming really civilised men—­that is, not merely men who will ape the outside of our so-called civilisation, even absorb a few of our ideas; not merely that; but truly civilised men who will think for themselves, invent for themselves, act for themselves; and when the sacred lamp of light and truth has been passed into their hands, carry it on unextinguished, and transmit it to their successors without running back every moment to get it relighted by those from whom they received it:  and who are bound—­remember that—­patiently and lovingly to relight it for them; to give freely to all their fellow-men of that which God has given to them and to their ancestors; and let God, not man, be judge of how much the Red Indian or the Polynesian, the Caffre or the Chinese, is capable of receiving and of using.