ADVENTURES OF UPAHARAVARMA.
WHILE wandering about like the others, I came one day into the country of Videha. Before entering into Mithila, the capital, I stopped to rest at a small temple, and found there an old woman, who gave me water for my feet.
Observing that she looked at me very hard, and that tears came into her eyes, I asked her: "O, mother, what is the cause of your grief?"
"You bring to my mind," she answered, "the remembrance of my lost foster-child, who, if he lives, is just about your age. But I will tell you how he was lost.
