when he wasn't seen among the tails of the horses pasturing in the "field of the lettighiere," and he had grown up, so to speak, under their eyes, though really no one ever saw him very much, for he was forever here and there, roaming about with his drove.
"He had rained down from heaven and the earth had taken him up," as the proverb has it; he was just one of those who have neither home nor relatives, His mamma was out at service at Vizzini, and he never saw her more than once a year when he went with his colts to the fair of San Giovanni; and the day that she died they came to call him—it was one Saturday evening—and on the following Monday Jeli was back with his drove, so that the contadino who had taken his place in looking after the horses might not lose a day's work; but the poor lad came back so upset that he kept letting the colts get into the ploughed land.
"Ohè! Jeli!" cried massaro Agrippino,
