He digs down so fast we cannot catch him, and must smoke him out of his hole." "Have you many cows ?" inquired Martin, as he replenished his cup with coffee.
"Cows ?" echoed the hermit, "I have got no cows." "Where do you get such capital cream, then ?" asked Martin in surprise.
The hermit smiled.

"Ah! my friends, that cream has come from a very curious cow.

It is from a cow that grows in the ground." "Grows!" ejaculated his guests.
"Yes, he grows.

I will show him to you one day." The hermit's broad shoulders shook with a quiet internal laugh.

"I will explain a little of that you behold on my table.
"The coffee I get from the trees.