A little way along they noticed another man in the middle of a stream, who was shooting into the water.
‘Good father,’ said the youth, ‘what can he be shooting at?’
‘Ask him,’ answered the hermit.
‘Hush, hush!’ cried the man; ‘now you have frightened it away. In the Underworld sits a quail on a tree, and I wanted to shoot it. That is my business. I hit everything I aim at.’
‘Ask him if he will come with us.’
And the man replied, ‘With all my heart, as long as I get enough to eat and drink.’
So they took him into the ship, and the young man whispered, ‘Good father, before we were five, and now we are six.’
Off they went again, and before they had gone far they met a man striding towards them whose steps were so long that while one foot was on the north of the island the other was right down in the south.
‘Good father, look at him! What long steps he takes!’
‘Ask him why he does it,’ replied the hermit.