whither he had gone, she packed him off again, and gave him another bag of food and another roll of tobacco.
So, when he had walked a bit, he came to a great wood, which stretched on and on all day as he walked through it. When it got dark he saw a great light, and he went towards it. After a long, long time he came to a little hut under a rock, and outside stood an old hag drawing water out of a well with her nose, so long was it.
"Good evening, mother!" said the man.
"The same to you," said the old hag. "It's hundreds of years since any one called me mother."
"Can I have lodging here to-night?" asked the man.
"No, that you can't," said she.
But then the man pulled out his roll of tobacco, lighted his pipe, and gave the old dame a whiff and a pinch of snuff. Then she was so happy she began to dance for joy, and the end was, she gave the man leave to stop the night.
So next morning he began to ask after Farmer Weathersky. "No, she never heard tell of him, but she ruled over all the four-footed beasts; perhaps some of them might know him." So she played them all home with a pipe she had, and asked them all, but there wasn't one of them who knew anything about Farmer Weathersky.
"Well," said the old hag, "there are three sisters of us; maybe one of the other two knows where he lives. I'll lend you my horse and sledge, and then you'll beat her house by night; but it's at least three hundred miles off, the nearest way."
Then the man started off, and at night reached the house, and when he came there, there stood another old hag before the door drawing water out of the well with her nose.
