THOSE who have visited the East tell us that even to-day the potter
still sits at his work, making jars and jugs to carry the precious
water from the wells.
Now we must suppose ourselves entering the little courtyard where the
potter sits at work, or bending our heads to enter the shady little
building or shed, where the rays of the mid-day sun cannot reach him.
He has just brought a lump of clay, and placed it on the middle of his
wheel, and with his feet, he gives the wheel a twist, and begins to
mould the great lump of clay into a round sort of mass.
[Illustration: THE POTTER'S WHEEL.]