farquhar did as he was bid . on entering the cottage , he found another old man , who was so thin and withered and bent that he looked as if he must at least be a hundred years old . he was feebly twisting ropes to bind the thatch on the roof . " can you tell me anything of my friends , or where my father 's cottage is ? " asked farquhar again . he hardly expected that this second old man would be able to answer him . " i can not , " mumbled this ancient person ; " but perhaps my father can tell you . " " your father ! " exclaimed farquhar , more astonished than ever . " but surely he must be dead long ago . "
another old man .
who was so thin and withered and bent that he looked as if he must at least be a hundred years old ?
who was so thin and withered and bent that he looked as if he must at least be a hundred years old ?