It is true, I have not understood a single word, but the fruits you have placed before me speak a language that I can understand.

Howsomever, most mighty potentate, we are not in want of provisions; but if you can show us a spring of good water, you will confer upon us an everlasting favor." "You might just as well ask him to show you what o'clock it is by the dial of his cathedral," said Jack.
"They would only point to the sun if I did." "But suppose the sun invisible." "Then they would be in the same position as we are when we forget to wind up our watches.

Gentlemen savages," he said, turning to the natives and handing them the glass beads, "accept these trifles as a token of our esteem." The natives required no pressing, but accepted the proffered gifts with great good-will.

The dancing and singing then recommenced with redoubled fury, and poor Jack's nose was almost obliterated by the constant rubbing it underwent.
Suddenly the hubbub ceased, and a profound silence reigned throughout the assembly.

The oldest of the priests brought a mantle of red feathers, similar to the one that covered the idol.