“Food, food, Pippity!” I begged; and before I had finished the words he flew down the abyss, screaming as he went.  I followed him with my eyes until the precipice below prevented my seeing him any longer.

It seemed to me a full hour before he re-appeared, and as he came nearer I saw something in his beak.  It was a bunch of grapes.  He flew toward me.  I held out my hand to receive him, and with a heart full of thankfulness I took the precious fruit from his beak.

“Thank you, thank you, Pippity!” I said.  But Pippity didn’t wait for such little expressions of civility.  Immediately, he flew away again, and soon returned with other fruits, and nuts of various kinds; and, as he could bring but little at a time, of course I could eat but little at a time, which was a happy circumstance, for that is just the way a starving man should eat.

In about four or five hours I told Pippity I had had enough.

“And now, Pippity,” said I, “tell me,—­how long have I been away?”

He promptly answered, “Three days!”

“Are you sure?”

“Three days—­one, two, three.”

I was almost sure he was right.  But how the bird had found me I could not make out.  I questioned him in many ways, but could get no satisfactory answer.  By my not returning the day I went down into the hole, and not the next, no doubt my friends began to be alarmed for my safety, and set to work to find me, if possible.  What Grilly did in the matter I could not conjecture; but Pippity, being able to fly, probably made excursions round the mountain, thinking that I might possibly come out at some place, and hoping thus to be able to find me and come to my relief.

During the afternoon, Pippity made a number of trips down into the fertile plain, every time bringing back something good to eat, whilst I rested quietly, amusing myself with looking at the pleasant scenery that everywhere surrounded me, talking with Pippity whenever he was present, and sometimes sleeping pleasantly.

A short time before sunset, Pippity took his last flight down, and, not long after the sun had disappeared, I saw him returning in the beautiful twilight.  Again he brought me fruit.

“Go down to Grilly now,” I said; “I will stay up here until morning, and then you come to me again.”

But Pippity didn’t want to leave; and I told him that as he was so desirous of keeping me company, he might remain with me through the night.

The next morning, at the first glimmering of dawn, I awoke, feeling well, hearty and cheerful.  Pippity was off immediately to bring me breakfast, and about ten o’clock we set out in high spirits to make further ascent of this singular peak.  All went well for about an hour, when, Pippity being absent after food, I came to a place in the rock where the walk suddenly ended.  A little further on and higher up it was as good as any part I had yet gone over; but the intervening space of scarcely more than a