And in answer he repeated, very slowly, as if he were speaking of a matter of great consequence: "If you please draw me a sheep..." When a mystery is too overpowering, one dare not disobey. Absurd as it might seem to me, a thousand miles from any human habitation and in danger of death, I took out of my pocket a sheet of paper and my fountain-pen. But then I remembered how my studies had been concentrated on geography, history, arithmetic, and grammar, and I told the little chap, a little crossly, too that I did not know how to draw. He answered me: "That doesn't matter. Draw me a sheep..."