What's the good of staying at home?
One only gets into mischief, gets drunk.

And here women come and chatter, and boys shout at me--enough to drive one mad.
It's a different matter when you go out at nightfall, choose yourself a place, press down the reeds and sit there and stay waiting, like a jolly fellow.

One knows everything that goes on in the woods.

One looks up at the sky: the stars move, you look at them and find out from them how the time goes.

One looks round--the wood is rustling; one goes on waiting, now there comes a crackling--a boar comes to rub himself; one listens to hear the young eaglets screech and then the cocks give voice in the village, or the geese.