the hoopoe, however, could not even get his cows up on their legs, so faint and weak had they become. "up, up, up," screamed he, but it was in vain, they remained lying on the sand. that is the way when one has no moderation. and to this day, though they have no flocks now to watch, the bittern cries, "come, cows, come," and the hoopoe, "up, up, up."