86 HAVOURITE FABLES.

FABLE LXIIl.
THE SATYR AND THE TRAVELLER.

A Satyr, as he was ranging the forest in an exceedingly
cold, snowy season, met with a Traveller half starved with
the extremity of the weather. He took compassion on him,
and kindly invited him home to a warm, comfortable cave he
had in a hollow of a rock. As soon as they had entered and
sat down, notwithstanding there was a good fire in the
place, the chilled Traveller could not forbear blowing his
finger-ends.

Upon the Satyr asking. him why he did so, he answered
that he did it to warm his hands. The honest Sylvan having
seen little of the world, admired a man who was master of so
valuable a quality as that of blowing ‘heat; and, therefore,
was resolved to entertain him in the best manner he could.
He spread the table before him with dried fruits of several
sorts, and produced a remnant of cold cordial wine, which,
as the rigour of the season made very proper, he mulled
with some warm spices, over the fire, and presented to his
shivering guest. But this the Traveller thought fit to blow
likewise; and upon the Satyr’s demanding the reason why
he blowed again, he replied, to cool the dish.