She trembled, felt the surface of the glass, and then looked hurriedly on the back.

One long, last, lingering look she gave, and then flew screaming out of the hut.
Oddly enough, she overcame her fears later, and, woman-like, would come and look in the mirror for an hour at a stretch, smacking her lips all the while in wonderment, and making most comical grimaces and contortions to try various effects.

Her husband, however (Gunda, as I called him), was very differently affected, for the moment his wife showed him his own reflection in the glass he gave a terrific yell and bolted to the other end of the little island, in a state of the most abject terror.

He never quite overcame his terror and distrust of the mirror, which he evidently considered possessed of life, and in reality a kind of spirit to be feared and avoided.
But, of course, the two boys found the glass a never-ending source of amazement and wonder, and were not in the least afraid of it after the first natural shock of surprise.

Altogether, I thanked God for sending me my new companions; and, as you may suppose, they afforded me as much entertainment and gratification as I and my belongings did them.
Every evening, before retiring to rest, the family squatted round the fire and indulged in a mournful kind of chant--singing, as I afterwards learnt, the wonders they had seen on the white man's island; my mirror coming in for special mention.