![]() The vast bough rested, still trembling from the impact, as the hunter struggled to put his gratitude into words.īut “Do not thank me,” said the traveller. The hunter began to protest, but his words were drowned out by a widowmaker falling on the path where the traveller had just passed and he had just been approaching. “I pray you,” said the traveller, “walk no farther this way!” The hunter gave him a cordial greeting, yet the man responded by grasping his arm, pulling him backwards along the path. ![]() One day, while treading a path that even he seldom used, the hunter passed an old man who wore a thick cloak and walked with a long staff. And each night, he rested that he would be ready to begin the next day anew. Each afternoon he returned to his cottage to tend its small garden and to cook a simple meal. Each morning he set out into the forest to check his traps and seek out game. Once upon a time there lived a hunter in a wild land. ![]()
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