"Haven't you heard of me?
Gingerbread and lemon-juice! I'm known, far and wide, as the Mountain Ear." They all received this information in silence at first, for they were trying to think what he could mean.

Finally Trot mustered up courage to ask: "What is a Mountain Ear, please ?" For answer the man turned around and faced them, waving the spoon with which he had been stirring the kettle, as he recited the following verses in a singsong tone of voice: "Here's a mountain, hard of hearing, That's sad-hearted and needs cheering, So my duty is to listen to all sounds that Nature makes, So the hill won't get uneasy-- Get to coughing, or get sneezy-- For this monster bump, when frightened, is quite liable to quakes.
"You can hear a bell that's ringing; I can feel some people's singing; But a mountain isn't sensible of what goes on, and so When I hear a blizzard blowing Or it's raining hard, or snowing, I tell it to the mountain and the mountain seems to know.
"Thus I benefit all people While I'm living on this steeple, For I keep the mountain steady so my neighbors all may thrive.
With my list'ning and my shouting I prevent this mount from spouting, And that makes me so important that I'm glad that I'm alive." When he had finished these lines of verse the Bumpy Man turned again to resume his stirring.

The Ork laughed softly and Cap'n Bill whistled to himself and Trot made up her mind that the Mountain Ear must be a little crazy.

But the Bumpy Man seemed satisfied that he had explained his position fully and presently he placed four stone plates upon the table and then lifted the kettle from the fire and poured some of its contents on each of the plates.

Cap'n Bill and Trot at once approached the table, for they were hungry, but when she examined her plate the little girl exclaimed: "Why, it's molasses candy!" "To be sure," returned the Bumpy Man, with a pleasant smile.