THE BLIND MAN AND THE LAME MAN.
Once on a time, as a blind man went on his way, he came to a bad part of the road, and knew not how to get on. By chance a lame man sat on a bank near, so the blind man said to him, “Hark you to what I say. I have thought of a plan which will help us both on our way—my feet shall be thy feet, and thine eyes shall be mine.” “With all my heart,” said the lame man; and off they set. “Stop,” said he, “I see a purse that lies on the road, and if you go straight on, and then turn to the left, you will come to it.” This the blind man did, and at last he took it up. “Give it to me,” said the lame man, who was on the blind man’s back. “Not so,” said his friend; “but for my feet you would not have come so far, so now I shall keep it.” “Nay,” said the lame man; “but for my sight you would not have known it was there.”
All keys hang not on one bunch.
THE BLIND MAN AND THE LAME MAN.