But when crowds of people went out from the town to examine the ill-fated pit that had swallowed up such numbers, and yet never seemed to be full, they could discover nothing. All that they could see was a vast plain, that looked as if it had been there since the beginning of the world. And from that time the people of the country began to die like ordinary mortals all the world over.[13] [13] Roumanian Tales from the German of Mite Thremnitz. THE SIX SILLIES Once upon a time there was a young girl who reached the age of thirty-seven without ever having had a lover, for she was so foolish that no one wanted to marry her. One day, however, a young man arrived to pay his addresses to her, and her mother, beaming with joy, sent her daughter down to the cellar to draw a jug of beer. As the girl never came back the mother went down to see what had become of her, and found her sitting on the stairs, her head in her hands, while by her side the beer was running all over the floor, as she had forgotten to close the tap. ‘What are you doing there?’ asked the mother. ‘I was thinking what I shall call my first child after I am married to that young man. All the names in the calendar are taken already.’ The mother sat down on the staircase beside her daughter and said, ‘I will think about it with you, my dear.’ The father who had stayed upstairs with the young man was surprised that neither his wife nor his daughter came back, and in his turn went down to look for them. He found them both sitting on the stairs, while beside them the beer was running all over the ground from the tap, which was wide open. ‘What are you doing there? The beer is running all over the cellar.’ ‘We were thinking what we should call the children that our daughter will have when she marries that young man. All the names in the calendar are taken already.’ ‘Well,’ said the father, ‘I will think about it with you.’ As neither mother nor daughter nor father came upstairs again, the lover grew impatient, and went down into the cellar to see what they could all be doing. He found them all three sitting on the stairs, while beside them the beer was running all over the ground from the tap, which was wide open. ‘What in the world are you all doing that you don’t come upstairs, and that you let the beer run all over the cellar?’ ‘Yes, I know, my boy,’ said the father, ‘but if you marry our daughter what shall you call your children? All the names in the calendar are taken.’ When the young man heard this answer he replied: ‘Well! good-bye, I am going away. When I shall have found three people sillier than you I will come back and marry your daughter.’ So he continued his journey, and after walking a long way he reached an orchard. Then he saw some people knocking down walnuts, and trying to throw them into a cart with a fork. ‘What are you doing there?’ he asked. ‘We want to load the cart with our walnuts, but we can’t manage to do it.’