He trained up the youth to worship the gods and stand in awe and abhorrence of devils, but he never mentioned even the name of woman to him.

He always descended to market alone, but when he grew old and feeble he was at length compelled to take the young man with him to carry the heavy bag of rice.

He very reasonably argued, 'I shall always accompany my son, and take care that if he does see a woman by chance, he shall never speak to one; he is very obedient; he has never heard of woman; he does not know what they are; and as he has lived in that way for twenty years already, he is, of course, now pretty safe.' "As they were on the first occasion leaving the market town together, the son suddenly stopped short, and, pointing to three approaching objects, inquired: 'Father, what are these things?
Look! look! what are they ?' The father hastily answered: 'Turn away your head.

They are devils.' The son, in some alarm, instantly turned away from things so bad, and which were gazing at his motions with surprise from under their fans.

He walked to the mountain top in silence, ate no supper, and from that day lost his appetite and was afflicted with melancholy.