[Illustration: THE SATYR AND THE TRAVELLER.]
A Satyr, as he was ranging the forest in an exceeding 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 the hollow of a rock. As soon as they had
entered and sat down, notwithstanding there was a good fire in the
place, the chilly Traveller could not forbear blowing his fingers' ends.
Upon the Satyr's 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, infused
over the fire, and presented to his shivering guest. But this the
Traveller thought fit to blow likewise; and, upon the Satyr's demanding
a reason why he blowed again, he replied, to cool his dish. This second
answer provoked the Satyr's indignation as much as the first had kindled
his surprise: so, taking the man by the shoulder, he thrust him out of
doors, saying, he would have nothing to do with a wretch who had so vile
a quality as to blow hot and cold with the same mouth.