Often she heard the voices of her former friends, as they went hunting over the hills; and then she trembled and crouched behind the trees, for she did not want them to find her. […] The water nymphs, her former companions, did not recognize her; and even her father only patted her neck and plucked some fresh grass for her. […] He was made the god of the fishermen; and, remembering his own struggles in former days, he sent many a poor fisherman home with a full net and a happy heart.