cowherd

An old man finds him and says, looking at him and at the cattle, "Thou dost not seem to me born to remain a cowherd."

The cowherd, being asked by God which was the quickest road, did not even lift up his head to give a polite answer.

He went into the flower-garden and remained there in concealment, and in the night the cowherd came there.

The cowherd held one end and Oscar the other, and pulled till they made two halves of the bone.