Do you ever use that one?
No; you leave it lying rusting.

As a race, do you ever use it at all?
No; you lack sense and the courage." We were traveling at the time and stopped at a little city in India and looked on while a juggler did his tricks before a group of natives.

They were wonderful, but I knew Satan could beat that game, and I begged him to show off a little, and he said he would.

He changed himself into a native in turban and breech-cloth, and very considerately conferred on me a temporary knowledge of the language.
The juggler exhibited a seed, covered it with earth in a small flower-pot, then put a rag over the pot; after a minute the rag began to rise; in ten minutes it had risen a foot; then the rag was removed and a little tree was exposed, with leaves upon it and ripe fruit.

We ate the fruit, and it was good.