Only listen to me patiently.

Well, for the last few days my feet are wounded from continual walking.

I have gone to wine-shops to talk with people, to bakeries, to butcher-shops, to dealers in olive oil, and to fishermen.
I have run through every street and alley; I have been in the hiding places of fugitive slaves; I have lost money, nearly a hundred ases, in playing mora; I have been in laundries, in drying-sheds, in cheap kitchens; I have seen mule-drivers and carvers; I have seen people who cure bladder complaints and pull teeth; I have talked with dealers in dried figs; I have been at cemeteries; and do ye know why?
This is why; so as to outline a fish everywhere, look people in the eyes, and hear what they would say of that sign.

For a long time I was unable to learn anything, till at last I saw an old slave at a fountain.

He was drawing water with a bucket, and weeping.