Slowly and painfully he moved from tree to tree till he reached a broad road, and saw before him a bridge, and beyond the river a fair town clustered on the higher ground.  So strange a town he had never beheld before--such a town as one sees in a foreign land, built with quaint roofs and gables and curiously coloured.  As he crossed the bridge he met a woman who stared at him in amazement.  He raised his head to speak, but he had lost the power of utterance.  The woman waited; and at last with a feeble stammering speech he asked her the name of the place.  She shook her head and said she did not understand his words, and with a look of pity she went on her way.