At night Israel stole into a barn, in hopes of finding straw or hay for a bed.

But it was spring; all the hay and straw were gone.

So after groping about in the dark, he was fain to content himself with an undressed sheep-skin.

Cold, hungry, foot-sore, weary, and impatient for the morning dawn, Israel drearily dozed out the night.
By the first peep of day coming through the chinks of the barn, he was up and abroad.

Ere long finding himself in the suburbs of a considerable village, the better to guard against detection he supplied himself with a rude crutch, and feigning himself a cripple, hobbled straight through the town, followed by a perverse-minded cur, which kept up a continual, spiteful, suspicious bark.