One cold raw day towards evening, when Pip was about six years old, he wandered into the churchyard, and trying to make out what he could of the inscriptions on his family tombstones, and the darkness coming on, he felt very lonely and frightened, and began to cry. "Hold your noise!" cried a terrible voice, and a man started up from among the graves close to him. "Keep still, you little imp, or I'll cut your throat!" He was a dreadful looking man, dressed in coarse grey cloth, with a great iron on his leg. Wet, muddy and miserable, his teeth chattered in his head, as he seized Pip by the chin. "Oh! don't cut my throat, sir," cried Pip, in terror. "Tell us your name!" said the man. "Quick!" "Pip, sir." "Once more," said the man, staring at him. "Give it mouth." "Pip. Pip, sir." "Show us where you live," said the man. "Point out the place." Pip showed him the village, about a mile or more from the church. The man looked at him for a moment, and then turned him upside down and emptied his pockets. He found nothing in them but a piece of bread, which he ate ravenously. "Now lookee here," said the man. "Where's your mother?" "There, sir," said Pip. At this the man started to run away, but stopped and looked over his shoulder. "There, sir," explained Pip, showing him the tombstone. "Oh, and is that your father along of your mother?" "Yes, sir," said Pip. "Ha!" muttered the man, "then who d'ye live with--supposin' you're kindly let to live, which I han't made up my mind about?" "My sister, sir, Mrs. Joe Gargery, wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith, sir." "Blacksmith, eh?" said the man, and looked down at his leg. Then he seized the trembling little boy by both arms, and glaring down at him, he said,-- "Now lookee here, the question being whether you're to be let to live--You know what a file is?" "Yes, sir." "And you know what wittles is?" "Yes, sir." "You get me a file, and you get me wittles--you bring 'em both to me." All this time he was tilting poor Pip backwards till he was dreadfully frightened and giddy. "You bring me, to-morrow morning early, that file and them wittles--You do it, and you never dare to say a word or dare to make a sign concerning your having seen such a person as me, or any person sumever, and you shall be let to live." Then he let him go, saying--"You remember what you've undertook, and you get home." Pip ran home without stopping. Joe was sitting in the chimney corner, and told him Mrs. Joe had been out to look for him, and taken Tickler with her. Tickler was a cane, and Pip was rather depressed by this piece of news.