A Man had lost his way in a wood one winter's
As he was roaming about, a Satyr came up to
him, and finding that he had lost his way,
promised to give him a lodging for the night,
and guide him out of the forest in the morning.
As he went along to the Satyr, the Man raised
both his hands to his mouth and kept on blowing
"What do you do that for?" said the Satyr.
"My hands are numb with the cold," said the Man,
"and my breath warms them."
After this they arrived at the Satyr's home, and
soon the Satyr put a smoking dish of soup before
But when the Man raised his spoon to his mouth
he began blowing upon it. "And what do you do
that for?" said the Satyr.
"The soup is too hot, and my breath will cool
"You get out," said the Satyr. "I will have
nothing to do with a man who can blow hot and
cold with the same breath."