In an hour, about thirty villagers came, they dragged me out of the ravine, and took off my jacket, and found the little chain.

They then dragged me to a village, mocking me all the way, and disputing as to whom I was to belong to.

The whole population came to look at me.

I asked for a bedstead, and lay down outside the door of a hut.
They had a dozen of cows, and yet refused me milk.

When night came, and the village was quiet, some old woman brought me a leafful of rice.