MAN had lost his way in a wood 

 one bitter winter's night. As he 

 was roaming about, a Satyr came 

 up to him, and finding that he had 

 lost his way, promised to give him a lodging 

 for the night, and guide him out of the forest 

 in the morning. As he went along to the 

 Satyr's cell, the Man raised both his hands 

 to his mouth and kept on blowing at them. 

 " What do you do that for ? " said the Satyr. 



" My hands are numb with the cold," said 

 the Man, " and my breath warms them." 



After this they arrived at the Satyr's home, 

 and soon the Satyr put a smoking dish of 

 porridge before him. But when the Man 

 raised his spoon to his mouth he began blowing 

 upon it. " And what do you do that for ? ' 

 said the Satyr. 



