Our Country has a Festival three days before Christmas to commemorate a
family meeting again.

The story is as follows:

Once there was a man who wished to go a long journey, so he went down to
a harbor and found a boat, he paid the boat hire for it, and then he
went down into the boat, just then a mighty tempest was on the sea; the
boat was about to be broken and the men were very much afraid; and the
sailor thinking to do something against the wind fell overboard and was
drowned.

Then the lone man could not bear up against the wind so he let the boat
drive. The day went by, on, on the boat sailed, but no land appeared in
sight.

The lone man grew sadder and sadder, he neither ate or slept, but spent
his time praying to his Gods.

One morning he saw many birds fluttering around his masts, so that he
knew the land was near.

Two hours after this the boat floated near to a great Mountain. On this
Mountain many beasts had their homes. When the man realized this he was
very much afraid, and he said to himself, "If I stay in this spot, in
this boat I will starve soon; and if I go out and up the Mountain I will
be killed by the wild beasts."

In the very midst of the young man's trouble and wonder who should come