Soon my companion arrived in search of me. After mutual congratulations, we measured the crocodile, which was forty feet in length.
The skin of the crocodile makes a capital article in the public museum at Amsterdam. The exhibitor relates the whole story to each spectator.
The Baron and His Horse
What severe weather and climate! Suddenly I saw an old beggar; he was lying on the road, helpless, shivering. He had nothing to cover his nakedness. I pitied him. Though I felt the severity of the air myself, I threw my mantle over him, and immediately I heard a voice from the heavens:
“You will be rewarded, my son, for this!”
I went on.
I saw no village. The country was covered with snow, and I was unacquainted with the road.Oh! The village was covered with snow overnight; then there was a sudden change of weather. I sank down to the churchyard whilst asleep, gently. But what was above the snow? It was not a pointed stump of a tree, to which I tied my horse: it was the cross of the church! And the horse could not go down. What to do?
The Baron and the Wolf