Onenightthegodsonwateredhisstumps，and，afterreturningtohiscell，hesatdowntorest，andwatchedthefootpath，wonderingifsomeonewouldsooncome。Butnoonecameatallthatday。Hesatalonetillevening，feelinglonelyanddull，andhethoughtabouthispastlife。Horememberedhowtherobberhadreproachedhimforlivingbyhispiety；andhereflectedonhiswayoflife。
’Iamnotlivingasthehermitcommandedmeto，’thoughthe。’Thehermitlaidapenanceuponme，andIhavemadebothalivingandfameoutofit；andhavebeensotemptedbyit，thatnowIfeeldullwhenpeopledonotcometome；andwhentheydocome，I
onlyrejoicebecausetheypraisemyholiness。Thatisnothowoneshouldlive。Ihavebeenledastraybyloveofpraise。Ihavenotatonedformypastsins，buthaveaddedfreshones。Iwillgotoanotherpartoftheforestwherepeoplewillnotfindme；andIwilllivesoastoatoneformyoldsinsandcommitnofreshones。’
Havingcometothisconclusionthegodsonfilledabagwithdriedbreadand，takingaspade，leftthecellandstartedforaravineheknewofinalonelyspot，wherehecoulddighimselfacaveandhidefromthepeople。
Ashewasgoingalongwithhisbagandhisspadehesawtherobberridingtowardshim。Thegodsonwasfrightened，andstartedtorunaway，buttherobberovertookhim。