THE LOST LEGS
EVERAL men of Gotham once sat down on the ground in a
circle, and when they wanted to get up their legs were
so intermingled that no one could make out which were
his. "Alas!" said they, "what a pity that we sat down
thus. We shall never again be able to rise and walk -
that is quite plain."
So they remained sitting there very sorrowful and quiet
until they saw a traveller passing. They called to him
and asked if he could tell them how they might find
their legs. The traveller took his cane and pointed out
to each man his feet. "Now," said he, "you know where
your feet are, all you need do is to stand on them."
But his explanations only confused the men of Gotham
the more. "It is of no use," said they.
"However, we thank you, sir, for your good intentions."
"Oh, well," said the traveller, "I haven't given up
yet. I'll try one more plan."
 Then he struck one of the men smartly on the lees
with his cane, and that man discovered which lees were
his in no time and scrambled away. The traveller served
another man in like manner, and a third, and so on till
every man tumbled out of the heap and got on his feet.
"How remarkable!" said one of them, "that with the rap
of a stick we should discover our legs so quickly when
with all our thinking we could not have determined
which were which had we sat there a hundred years."