Crossingthemoor，Iarrivedinaboutanhouratasmallvillage，fromwhich，afterashortstay，Iproceededtoanother，andfromthencetoathird。IfoundthatthenameofSlingsbywaswellknownintheseparts。
’IfyouareafriendofSlingsbyyoumustbeanhonestlad，’saidanancientcrone；’youshallneverwantforworkwhilstIcangiveityou。Here，takemykettle，thebottomcameoutthismorning，andlendmethatofyourstillyoubringitback。I’mnotafraidtotrustyou-notI。Don’thurryyourself，youngman，ifyoudon’tcomebackforafortnightIshan’thavetheworseopinionofyou。’
Ireturnedtomyquartersatevening，tired，butrejoicedatheart；
Ihadworkbeforemeforseveraldays，havingcollectedvariouskekaubieswhichrequiredmending，inplaceofthosewhichIleftbehind-thosewhichIhadbeenemployeduponduringthelastfewdays。Ifoundallquietinthelaneorglade，and，unharnessingmylittlehorse，Ioncemorepitchedmytentintheoldspotbeneaththeash，lightedmyfire，atemyfrugalmeal，andthen，afterlookingforsometimeattheheavenlybodies，andmoreparticularlyatthestarJupiter，Ienteredmytent，laydownuponmypallet，andwenttosleep。
Nothingoccurredonthefollowingdaywhichrequiresanyparticularnotice，norindeedontheonesucceedingthat。ItwasaboutnoononthethirddaythatIsatbeneaththeshadeoftheashtree；I