Besides his house, his retort, and his wolf, he had a flute and a violoncello on which he played prettily.

He concocted his own elixirs.

His wits yielded him enough to sup on sometimes.

In the top of his van was a hole, through which passed the pipe of a cast-iron stove; so close to his box as to scorch the wood of it.

The stove had two compartments; in one of them Ursus cooked his chemicals, and in the other his potatoes.