A HUNTER, not very bold, as searching for the tracks of a Lion.
He asked a man felling oaks in the forest if he had seen any
marks of his footsteps or kne here his lair as. I ill,
said the man, at once sho you the Lion himself. The Hunter,
turning very pale and chattering ith his teeth from fear,
replied, No, thank you. I did not ask that; it is his track
only I am in search of, not the Lion himself.
The hero is brave in deeds as ell as ords.
