A farmer set out in desperate search for water -- it was draught and the clouds had withheld its pours. One, two, three, four, five feet -- he dug but to no avail.
He applied his pick axe to six feet, but he found what made many a man daunted. A mighty rock -- though mighty -- he thought, would never resist fire. Several days -- one, two three, four, five, six turbulent days of heating -- but the rock remained obstinate.
On the seventh day, the pick axe was applied to the rock, then, came a mighty gushing spring.
Thereafter, men came beelining, in demand for water. As they converse, the digger narrated his ordeal:
Water gushed underneath after tedious toil and moil;
So tedious was the drill, that fire was applied to shatter a mighty rock laying underneath. And
underneath the rock came this mighty gush of spring, so clean like the dews and clear like a crystal. And
so revelling was the sight that the toil and the moil
dissipated into thin air.