Hercules himself would be beaten at that game without practice, and if he did not know the right way to handle the disk." "It would not have been the first time I had thrown one," cried the boy.
"See, what I can do!" With these words he stooped and raised one of the flat stones, which lay piled up to secure the pathway; extending his arm with all his strength, he flung the granite disk over the precipice away into the abyss.
"There, you see," cried Paulus, who had watched the throw carefully and not without some anxious excitement.

"However strong your arm may be, any novice could throw farther than you if only he knew the art of holding the discus.

It is not so--not so; it must cut through the air like a knife with its sharp edge.

Look how you hold your hand, you throw like a woman! The wrist straight, and now your left foot behind, and your knee bent! see, how clumsy you are! Here, give me the stone.

You take the discus so, then you bend your body, and press down your knees like the arc of a bow, so that every sinew in your body helps to speed the shot when you let go.