'Good father,' exclaimed the youth, 'only look! What can he have done that for?'
'Ask him why he has torn up all those trees.'
And the man replied, 'Why, I've merely been gathering a handful of brushwood.'
'Beg him to come with us,' whispered the hermit.
And the strong man answered: 'Willingly, as long as you give me enough to eat and drink.' And he came on the ship.
And the youth said to the hermit, 'Good father, before we were three, and now we are four.'
The ship travelled on again, and some miles further on they saw a man drinking out of a stream till he had nearly drunk it dry.
'Good father,' said the youth, 'just look at that man! Did you ever see anybody drink like that?'
'Ask him why he does it,' answered the hermit.
'Why, there is nothing very odd in taking a mouthful of water!' replied the man, standing up.
'Beg him to come with us.' And the youth did so.
'With pleasure, as long as you give me enough to eat and drink.'
And the youth whispered to the hermit, 'Good father, before we were four, and now we are five.'
A little way along they noticed another man in the middle of a stream, who was shooting into the water.
'Good father,' said the youth, 'what can he be shooting at?'
'Ask him,' answered the hermit.
'Hush, hush!' cried the man; 'now you have frightened it away. In the Underworld sits a quail on a tree, and I wanted to shoot it. That is my business. I hit everything I aim at.'
'Ask him if he will come with us.'
And the man replied, 'With all my heart, as long as I get enough to eat and drink.'
So they took him into the ship, and the young man
