CHAP. III.
The Treatment of Animals.—The Story of crazy Robin.—The Man confined in the Baſtille.
IN the afternoon the children bounded over the ſhort graſs of the common, and walked under the ſhadow of the mountain till they came to a craggy part, where the ſtream broke out, and ran down the declivity, ſtruggling with the huge ſtones which impeded its progreſs, and occaſioned a noiſe that did not unpleaſantly interrupt the ſolmen ſilence of the place. The brook was ſoon loſt in a neighbouring wood, and the children turned their eyes to the broken ſide of the mountian, over which ivy grew in great profuſion. Mrs. Maſon pointed out a little cave, and deſired them to ſit down on ſome ſtumps of trees, whilſt ſhe related the promiſed ſtory.
In yonder cave once lived a poor man, who generally went by the name of crazy Robin. In his youth he was very induſtrious, and married my father's dairy-maid;
