Then I told him a story of a juggler I myself had seen in the streets of India, in Baroda. A man used to sit in a corner with his mantle spread on the ground, and he had little horses and elephants and camels and dogs and cats cut out of paper and painted. They were lying on his mantle, and the man had a tambourine in his hand; people crowded round him to see the phenomena he was going to show. He would begin to sing, and after his song of introduction was ended it would seem that some life was coming into those animals. Then he would sing, "Horses, run," and as long as he repeated this the horses ran; and then he would say, "Camels, walk," and the camels would begin to walk; and when he said, "Elephants, move," the elephants would move.