"To East Greys," said one limb. "To Northferry," said the other; and he took the latter path. Two or three minutes after, he overtook an old man in very ragged robes. His face was both yellow and dirty, like a copper pot which had been used several times. In his hand he carried an old kettle without a spout, filled with charcoal, and under his arm a basket and a pair of bellows. He seemed very poor. "Won't you give a poor man something to help him on?" he said, in a cracked voice, as the traveller turned round and looked at him. "My good friend, I am nearly as poor as yourself," replied the other; "however, there is sixpence for you. 'For the poor man alone, To the poor man's moan, Of his morsel a morsel will give, well a' day!'" The travelling tinker took the money, and put it in his pocket, saying, "Thank you, Sir. Do you know where a man could get something to eat, and a pint of beer?" "No, indeed," answered the other; "I do not know this side of the hills at all; and was just going to ask you the same question you have put to me. I want very much to find some place where I can get food and drink, for I am very hungry; and information, for I have several questions to ask." The tinker winked his eye; and, with his peculiar intonation, which from cold, or crying for half a century, "Old pots to mend!" was half a whisper, and half a scream, he said, "I think I know where we can find all, if you are not afraid to come with me." "Why should I be afraid?" asked the other. "I have very little to lose but my skin, and it is not worth taking." "I don't know that," said the tinker. "It would do finely to mend my bellusses. But, come along; your skin shall be quite safe, and all the rest too. You shall have your sixpenn'orth, for giving the sixpence kindly." The traveller walked on with him without deliberation, saying, "You are going to a party of your own people, I suppose?" "Ay," answered the other; "there are two or three of our families down here--some of the best of them; Stanleys, and others. They can't be far; somewhere out of the way of the wind." With a few short sentences of this sort they went on for a mile and a half further, and wound in amongst the woods and sandy lanes, which now took place of the downs and chalk hills. Presently, the old man pointed with his free hand, saying, "They are down there." "You must have known that before," said his companion. "Not I," rejoined the tinker. "I can see things that you cannot."