Now, he sought the softest parts of the earth and trod there deliberately, leaving many footprints.
Again he cut little chips from the trees as he passed, but never ceased his swift and silent journey to the south.

The hours fled by, and a dark shade appeared in the east.

It deepened into dusk, and spread steadily toward the zenith.

The sun, a golden ball, sank behind a hill in the west, and then the shiftless one stopped.
He ascended a low hill again, and took a long scrutinizing look around the whole horizon.

But his gaze was not apprehensive.