The three vagabonds soon came near a farmyard, where, upon the barn door, the cock was sitting crowing with all his might.
These vagabonds gave out that they were exiles from Lower Egypt, and pretended to know the art of predicting coming events.
'Are we to pass a vote of thanks to all these vagabonds, male and female, and beg them to accept a hundred pounds, or so, apiece, as a trifling mark of our esteem, and some slight acknowledgment of their kindness to Oliver?'