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diff --git a/30635-0.txt b/30635-0.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a88905b --- /dev/null +++ b/30635-0.txt @@ -0,0 +1,6512 @@ +Project Gutenberg's The Talking Thrush, by William Crooke and W. H. D. Rouse + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Talking Thrush + and Other Tales from India + +Author: William Crooke + W. H. D. Rouse + +Illustrator: W. Heath Robinson + +Release Date: December 9, 2009 [EBook #30635] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALKING THRUSH *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Emmy and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file was +produced from images generously made available by The +Internet Archive) + + + + + + + + + + + +The Talking Thrush + +And Other Tales from India + +[Illustration: "A Crow is a Crow for ever."] + + + + +The Talking Thrush + +And Other Tales from India Collected by W·CROOKE And Retold by +W·H·DROUSE + +Illustrated by W·H·Robinson. + +[Illustration] + + New York: E. P. Dutton & Co. + London: J. M. Dent & Sons Ltd. + + 1922 + + + + + FIRST PUBLISHED _October 1899_ + REPRINTED _July 1902; October 1922_ + + _All rights reserved_ + + PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Preface + + +THE stories contained in this little book are only a small part of a +large collection of Indian folk-tales, made by Mr. Crooke in the course +of the Ethnological Survey of the North-West Provinces and Oudh. Some +were recorded by the collector from the lips of the jungle-folk of +Mirzápur; others by his native assistant, Pandit Rámgharíb Chaubé. +Besides these, a large number were received from all parts of the +Provinces in response to a circular issued by Mr. J. C. Nesfield, the +Director of Public Instruction, to all teachers of village schools. + +The present selection is confined to the Beast Stories, which are +particularly interesting as being mostly indigenous and little affected +by so-called Aryan influence. Most of them are new, or have been +published only in the _North Indian Notes and Queries_ (referred to as +_N.I.N.Q._). + +In the re-telling, for which Mr. Rouse is responsible, a number of +changes have been made. The text of the book is meant for children, and +consequently the first aim has been to make an interesting story. Those +who study folk-tales for any scientific purpose will find all such +changes marked in the Notes. If the change is considerable, the original +document is summarised. It should be added that these documents are +merely brief Notes in themselves, without literary interest. The Notes +also give the source of each tale, and a few obvious parallels, or +references to the literature of the subject. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +Contents + + + PAGE + + THE TALKING THRUSH 1 + + THE RABBIT AND THE MONKEY 8 + + THE SPARROW'S REVENGE 16 + + THE JUDGMENT OF THE JACKAL 21 + + HOW THE MOUSE GOT INTO HIS HOLE 25 + + KING SOLOMON AND THE OWL 30 + + THE CAMEL'S NECK 33 + + THE QUAIL AND THE FOWLER 36 + + THE KING OF THE KITES 39 + + THE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL 43 + + THE WISE OLD SHEPHERD 47 + + BEWARE OF BAD COMPANY 53 + + THE FOOLISH WOLF 55 + + REFLECTED GLORY 58 + + THE CAT AND THE SPARROWS 61 + + THE FOOLISH FISH 65 + + THE CLEVER GOAT 72 + + A CROW IS A CROW FOR EVER 76 + + THE GRATEFUL GOAT 81 + + THE CUNNING JACKAL; OR, THE BITER BIT 85 + + THE FARMER'S ASS 89 + + THE PARROT JUDGE 93 + + THE FROG AND THE SNAKE 97 + + LITTLE MISS MOUSE AND HER FRIENDS 101 + + THE JACKAL THAT LOST HIS TAIL 105 + + THE WILY TORTOISE 110 + + THE KING OF THE MICE 112 + + THE VALIANT BLACKBIRD 117 + + THE GOAT AND THE HOG 123 + + THE PARROT AND THE PARSON 127 + + THE LION AND THE HARE 130 + + THE MONKEY'S BARGAINS 132 + + THE MONKEY'S REBUKE 139 + + THE BULL AND THE BULLFINCH 145 + + THE SWAN AND THE CROW 150 + + PRIDE SHALL HAVE A FALL 156 + + THE KID AND THE TIGER 160 + + THE STAG, THE CROW, AND THE JACKAL 166 + + THE MONKEY AND THE CROWS 170 + + THE SWAN AND THE PADDY-BIRD 173 + + WHAT IS A MAN? 176 + + THE WOUND AND THE SCAR 182 + + THE CAT AND THE PARROT 186 + + NOTES 195 + +[Illustration] + + + + +List of Illustrations + + + "A CROW IS A CROW FOR EVER" _Frontispiece_ + + PAGE + + TITLE-PAGE v + + PREFACE: Headpiece vii + + CONTENTS: Headpiece ix + " Tailpiece xi + + THE TALKING THRUSH: + Initial 1 + + THE RABBIT AND THE MONKEY: + Initial 8 + Man with Bamboo Pole 9 + "Sit in front of that Man" 11 + Tailpiece 15 + + THE SPARROW'S REVENGE: + "Up jumped the Boy, and out he ran" 19 + + THE JUDGMENT OF THE JACKAL: + Initial 21 + "The Merchant was much dismayed" 22 + "And away they went" 23 + + HOW THE MOUSE GOT INTO HIS HOLE: + Initial 25 + + KING SOLOMON AND THE OWL: + Initial 30 + Tailpiece 32 + + THE CAMEL'S NECK: + Headpiece 33 + + THE QUAIL AND THE FOWLER: + Headpiece 36 + Tailpiece 38 + + THE KING OF THE KITES: + Initial 39 + "The Frog turned up his flat nose" 41 + + THE JACKAL AND THE CAMEL: + Tailpiece 46 + + THE WISE OLD SHEPHERD: + Initial 47 + The Fifth Shepherd 51 + Tailpiece 52 + + BEWARE OF BAD COMPANY: + Initial 53 + + THE CAT AND THE SPARROWS: + Initial 61 + "Just at that moment up came a Cat" 63 + Tailpiece 64 + + THE FOOLISH FISH: + Initial 65 + Tailpiece 71 + + THE CLEVER GOAT: + Tailpiece 75 + + A CROW IS A CROW FOR EVER: + "And took him home to the Palace" 77 + Tailpiece 80 + + THE GRATEFUL GOAT: + Initial 81 + Tailpiece 84 + + THE CUNNING JACKAL: + Initial 85 + + THE FARMER'S ASS: + "He shaved off every scrap of hair + from his head" 89 + "It was not easy to get their hair + back again" 92 + Tailpiece 92 + + THE PARROT JUDGE: + The Parrot in Court 95 + Tailpiece 96 + + THE FROG AND THE SNAKE: + Tailpiece 98 + "He saw a Frog swimming on the top + of the water" 99 + + LITTLE MISS MOUSE AND HER FRIENDS: + Tailpiece 104 + + THE JACKAL THAT LOST HIS TAIL: + "Suddenly cut off the Jackal's tail" 106 + Tailpiece 109 + + THE WILY TORTOISE: + Initial 110 + Tailpiece 111 + + THE VALIANT BLACKBIRD: + "He sent a Fowler to catch him" 117 + Tailpiece 122 + + THE GOAT AND THE HOG: + A Demon 123 + Tailpiece 126 + + THE PARROT AND THE PARSON: + Initial 127 + Tailpiece 129 + + THE LION AND THE HARE: + Initial 130 + Tailpiece 131 + + THE MONKEY'S BARGAINS: + Initial 132 + + THE MONKEY'S REBUKE: + "Oft had this Monkey seen the + Milkman pour water into the + Milk-cans" 140 + "Then after a while he came to + a Pond" 141 + Tailpiece 144 + + THE BULL AND THE BULLFINCH: + Initial 145 + Tailpiece 149 + + THE SWAN AND THE CROW: + Initial 150 + "Hm, hm," said the Judge, looking + at the Crow 153 + Tailpiece 155 + + PRIDE SHALL HAVE A FALL: + Initial 156 + Tailpiece 159 + + THE KID AND THE TIGER: + Initial 160 + + THE STAG, THE CROW, AND THE JACKAL: + Initial 166 + Tailpiece 169 + + THE MONKEY AND THE CROWS: + "O Monkey, what a fool you must be!" 171 + Tailpiece 172 + + THE SWAN AND THE PADDY-BIRD: + Initial 173 + Tailpiece 175 + + WHAT IS A MAN: + "He espied an Elephant" 178 + "I am a Man," said the other 180 + + THE WOUND AND THE SCAR: + Initial 182 + Tailpiece 185 + + THE CAT AND THE PARROT: + "The Cat said to the Parrot, Come, + friend" 187 + "An old woman happened to be near" 191 + + FINIS 218 + + + + + +The Talking Thrush + + +A CERTAIN man had a garden, and in his garden he sowed cotton seeds. +By-and-by the cotton seeds grew up into a cotton bush, with big brown +pods upon it. These pods burst open when they are ripe; and you can see +the fluffy white cotton bulging all white out of the pods. There was a +Thrush in this garden, and the Thrush thought within herself how nice +and soft the cotton looked. She plucked out some of it to line her nest +with; and never before was her sleep so soft as it was on that bed of +cotton. + +Now this Thrush had a clever head; so she thought something more might +be done with cotton besides lining a nest. In her flights abroad she +used often to pass by the door of a Cotton-carder. The Cotton-carder had +a thing like a bow, made of a piece of wood, and a thong of leather +tying the ends together into a curve. He used to take the cotton, and +pile it in a heap; then he took the carding-bow, and twang-twang-twanged +it among the heap of cotton, so that the fibres or threads of it became +disentangled. Then he rolled it up into oblong balls, and sold it to +other people, who made it into thread. + +The Thrush often watched the Cotton-carder at work. Every day after +dinner, she went to the cotton tree, and plucked out a fluff of cotton +in her beak and hid it away. She went on doing this till at last she had +quite a little heap of cotton all of her own. At least, it was not +really her own, because she stole it; but then you cannot get policemen +to take up a Thrush for stealing, and as men catch Thrushes and put them +in a cage all for nothing, it is only fair the birds should have their +turn. + +When the heap of cotton was big enough, our Thrush flew to the house of +the Cotton-carder, and sat down in front of him. + +"Good day, Man," said the Thrush. + +"Good day, Birdie," said the Cotton-carder. The Thrush was not a bit +afraid, because she knew he was a kind man, who never caught little +birds to put them in a cage. He liked better to hear them singing free +in the woods. + +"Man," said the Thrush, "I have a heap of beautiful cotton, and I'll +tell you what. You shall have half of it, if you will card the rest and +make it up into balls for me." + +"That I will," said the man; "where is it?" + +"If you will come with me," said the Thrush, "I'll show you." + +So the Thrush flew in front, and the man followed after, and they came +to the place where the hoard of cotton was hidden away. The man took the +cotton home, and carded it, and made it into balls. Half of the cotton +he took for his trouble, and the rest he gave back to the Thrush. He was +so honest that he did not cheat even a bird, although he could easily +have done so. For birds cannot count: and if you find a nest full of +eggs, and take one or two, the mother-bird will never miss them; but if +you take all, the bird is unhappy. + +Not far away from the Carder lived a Spinner. This man used to put a +ball of cotton on a stick, and then he pulled out a bit of the cotton +without breaking it, and tied it to another little stick with a weight +on it. Then he twisted the weight, and set it a-spinning; and as it +span, he held the cotton ball in one hand, and pulled out the cotton +with the other, working it between finger and thumb to keep it fine. +Thus the spindle went on spinning, and the cotton went on twisting, +until it was twisted into thread. That is why the man was called a +Spinner. It looks very easy to do, when you can do it; but it is really +very hard to do well. + +To this Spinner the Thrush came, and after bidding him good day, said +she-- + +"Mr. Spinner, I have some balls of cotton all ready to spin into thread. +Will you spin one half of them into thread for me, if I give you the +other half?" + +"That I will," said Mr. Spinner; and away they went to find the cotton +balls, Thrush first and Spinner following. + +In a very few days the Spinner had spun all the cotton into the finest +thread. Then he took a pair of scales, and weighed it into two equal +parts (he was an honest man, too): half he kept for himself, and the +other half he gave to the Thrush. + +The next thing this clever Thrush did was to fly to the house of a +Weaver. The Weaver used to buy thread, and fasten a number of threads to +a wooden frame, called a loom, which was made of two upright posts, +with another bar fastened across the top. The threads were hung to the +cross-bar, and a little stone was tied to the bottom of each, to keep it +steady. Then the Weaver wound some more thread around a long stick +called a shuttle; and the shuttle he pushed in front of one thread and +behind the next, until it had gone right across the whole of the +threads, in and out. Then he pushed it back in the same way, and after a +bit, the upright threads and the cross-threads were woven together and +made a piece of cloth. + +The Thrush flew down to the Weaver, and they made the same bargain as +before. The Weaver wove all the thread into pieces of cloth, and half he +kept for himself, but the other half he returned to the Thrush. + +So now the Thrush had some beautiful cloth, and I dare say you wonder +what she wanted it for. As you have not been inquisitive, I will tell +you: she wanted clothes to dress herself. The Thrush had noticed that +men and women walking about wore clothes, and being an ambitious Thrush, +and eager to rise in the world, she felt it would not be proper to go +about without any clothes on. So she now went to a Tailor, and said to +him-- + +"Good Mr. Tailor, I have some pieces of very fine cloth, and I should be +much obliged if you would make a part of it into clothes for me. You +shall have one half of the cloth for your trouble." + +The Tailor was very glad of this job, as times were slack. So he took +the cloth, and at once set to work. Half of it he made into a beautiful +dress for the Thrush, with a skirt and jacket, and sleeves in the latest +fashion; and as there was a little cloth left over, and he was an +honest Tailor, he made her also a pretty little hat to put on her head. + +Then the Thrush was indeed delighted, and felt there was little more to +desire in the world. She put on her skirt, and her jacket with +fashionable sleeves, and the little hat, and looked at her image in a +river, and was mightily pleased with herself. Now she became so vain +that nothing would do, but she must show herself to the King. + +So she flew and flew, and away she flew, until she came to the King's +palace. Into the King's palace she flew, and into the great hall where +the King sat and the Queen and all the courtiers. There was a peg high +up on the wall, and the Thrush perched on this peg, and began to sing. + +"Oh, look there!" cried the Queen, who was the first to see this +wonderful sight--"see, a Thrush in a jacket and skirt and a pretty hat!" + +Everybody looked at the Thrush singing on her peg, and clapped their +hands. + +"Come here, Birdie," said the King, "and show the Queen your pretty +clothes." + +The Thrush felt highly flattered, and flew down upon the table, and took +off her jacket to show the Queen. Then she flew back to her peg, and +watched to see what would happen. + +The Queen turned over the jacket in her hand, and laughed. Then she +folded it up, and put it in her pocket. + +"Give me my jacket!" twittered the Thrush. "I shall catch cold, and +besides, it is not proper for a lady to be seen without a jacket." + +Then they all laughed, and the King said, "Come here, Mistress Thrush, +and you shall have your jacket." + +Down flew the Thrush upon the table again; but the King caught her, and +held her fast. + +"Let me go!" squeaked the Thrush, struggling to get free. + +But the King would not let her go. I am afraid that although he was a +King, he was not so honest as the Carder or the Spinner, and cared less +for his word than the Weaver and the Tailor. + +"Greedy King," said the Thrush, "to covet my little jacket!" + +"I covet more than your jacket," said the King; "I covet you, and I am +going to chop you up into little bits." + +Then he began to chop her up into bits. As she was being chopped up, the +Thrush said, "The King snips and cuts like a Tailor, but he is not so +honest!" + +When the King had finished chopping her up, he began to wash the pieces. +And each piece, as he washed it, called out, "The King scours and scrubs +like a washerwoman, but he is not so honest!" + +Then the King put the pieces of the Thrush into a frying-pan with oil, +and began to fry them. But the pieces went on calling out, "The King is +like a cook, frying and sputtering, but he is not so honest!" + +When she was fried, the King ate her up. From within the body of the +King still the Thrush kept calling out, "I am inside the King! It is +just like the inside of any other man, only not so honest!" + +The King became like a walking musical-box, and he did not like it at +all, but it was his own fault. Wherever he went, everybody heard the +Thrush crying out from inside the King, "Just like any other man, only +not so honest!" Everybody that heard this began to despise the King. + +At last the King could stand it no longer. He sent for his doctor, and +said, "Doctor, you must cut this talking bird out of me." + +"Your majesty will die, if I do," said the Doctor. + +"I shall die if you don't," answered the King, "for I cannot endure +being made a fool of." + + So there was nothing for it: the Doctor took his + knives, and made a hole in the King, and pulled out the + Thrush. Strange to say, the pieces of the Thrush had all + joined together again, and away she flew; but her beautiful + clothes were all gone. However, it was a lesson she + never forgot; and after that, she slept soft in her nest + of cotton, and never again tried to ape her betters. As + for the King, he died; and a good riddance too. + His son became king in his stead; and all + life long he remembered his father's + miserable death, and kept all his + promises to men, and beasts, + and birds. + + + + +The Rabbit and the Monkey + + +ONCE upon a time, there lived in the mountains a Rabbit and a Monkey, +who were great friends. One day, as they sat by the roadside hobnobbing +together, who should come by but a man with a bamboo pole over his +shoulder, and at each end of the pole was a bundle hung to a string; and +there were plantains in one bundle, and sugar in the other. + +Said the Monkey to the Rabbit, "Friend of my heart, do as I shall tell +you. Go and sit upon the road in front of that man, and as soon as he +sees you, run--he is sure to drop his load and follow. Then I will pick +up his load, and hide it safely; and when you come back, we will share +it together." + +No sooner said than done: the Rabbit ran, and the man dropped his burden +and ran after him; while the Monkey, who had been hiding in the tall +grass by the wayside, pounced upon the sugar and the plantains, and +climbed up into a tree, and began to gobble them up at his leisure. + +By-and-by the man came back, hot and empty-handed, and finding that his +goods were gone as well as the Rabbit, cursed loudly, and went home to +be scolded by his wife. + +[Illustration] + +Soon the Rabbit came back too, and began hunting about for his friend +the Monkey. High and low he searched, and not a trace could he find; +till he happened to cast his eyes aloft, and lo and behold, there was +Mr. Monkey up in a tree, munching away with every sign of enjoyment. + +"Hullo, friend," said he, "come down out of that." + +"I'm very comfortable here, thank you," said the Monkey. + +"But where's my share?" asked the Rabbit indignantly. + +"All gone, all gone," mumbled the Monkey, and pelted him with the +plantain-peel and balls of paper made out of the packets where the sugar +had been. "Why did you stay so long? I got hungry, and could not wait +any longer." + +The Rabbit thought his friend was joking, and would not believe it; but +it was only too true--the greedy creature had not left a scrap. + +"Do you really mean it?" said the poor Rabbit. + +"If you don't believe me, come and see," said the Monkey, and seizing +the Rabbit by his long ears, he hauled him up into the tree; and after +mocking him, and making great game, he left him there, and went away. + +Now the Rabbit was afraid to jump down from such a height, for fear of +breaking his neck, so up in the tree he remained for a long time. Many +animals passed under the tree, but none took pity on the rabbit, until +at last came an old and foolish Rhinoceros, who rubbed his withered hide +against the trunk. + +"Kind Rhinoceros," said the Rabbit, "let me jump down upon your back." + +The Rhinoceros, being a simple creature, agreed. Down came the Rabbit, +with such a thud, that the Rhinoceros fell on his stupid old nose, and +broke his fat old neck, and died. + +[Illustration] + +The Rabbit ran away, and away he ran, until he came to the King's +palace; and he hid under the King's golden throne. By-and-by in came the +King, and in came the court; all the grandees stood around in their +golden robes, glittering with rubies and diamonds, and their swords were +girt about their waists. Suddenly they all heard a terrific sneeze! + +Everybody said, "God bless you," while the King thundered out: "Who has +the bad manners to sneeze in the King's presence?" Everybody looked at +his neighbour, and wondered who did it. "Off with his head," shouted the +King. + +Another sneeze came. This time, however, everybody was on the watch, and +they noticed that the sound came from under the King's golden throne. So +they dived in, and lugged out the Rabbit, looking more dead than alive. + +"All right," said the King, "off with his head." The executioner ran to +get his sword. + +But our friend the Rabbit, for all he was frightened, had his wits about +him; and sitting up on his hind-legs, and putting his two fore-paws +together, he said respectfully, "O great King, strike, but hear. If thou +wilt send a score of men with me, I will give thee a dead Rhinoceros." + +The King laughed, the courtiers laughed loud and long. However, just to +see what would come of it, the King gave him a score of men. + +The Rabbit led them to the place where the Rhinoceros fell on his stupid +old nose, and there he lay dead. With great difficulty the men dragged +the Rhinoceros home. They were very pleased to get a Rhinoceros, because +his horn is good for curing many diseases, and the court physician +ground his horn into powder, and made out of it a most wonderful +medicine. And the King was so pleased, that he gave the Rabbit a fine +new coat, and a horse to ride on. + +So the Rabbit put on his fine coat, and got on the back of his horse, +and rode off. + +On the way, who should meet him but his friend the Monkey. + +"Hullo!" says the Monkey, "where did you get all that finery?" + +"The King gave it to me," says the Rabbit. + +Says the Monkey, "And why should the King give all this to a fool like +you?" + +The Rabbit replied, "I, whom you call a fool, got it by sneezing under +the King's golden throne; such a lucky sneeze, that the soothsayers +prophesied to the King long life and many sons!" Then he rode away. + +The Monkey fell a-thinking how nice it would be if he could get a fine +coat and horse as the Rabbit had done. "I can sneeze," thought he; "what +if I try my luck?" + +So he scampered away, and away he scampered, till he came to the King's +palace, and hid himself under the King's golden throne. When the King +came in, and all his courtiers, in gorgeous array as before, our Monkey +underneath the throne sneezed in the most auspicious manner he could +contrive. + +"Who is that?" thundered the King, glaring about him. "Who has the bad +manners to sneeze in the King's presence?" + +They searched about until they found the Monkey hidden under the throne, +and hauled him out. + +"What hast thou, wily tree-climber," asked the King, "that I should not +bid the executioner cut off thy head?" + + The monkey had no answer ready. At last he + said, "O King, I have some plantain-peel + and pellets of paper." But + the King was angry at this, + and the greedy Monkey + was led away, and + his head was + cut off. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Sparrow's Revenge + + +ONCE there was a pair of Sparrows that were very fond of each other, and +lived in a nest together as happy as the day was long. The hen laid eggs +and sat upon them, and the cock went about picking up food for them +both, and when he had got food enough, he sat on a twig close by the +nest, and twittered for joy. + +But it happened one day that a boy saw Cock Sparrow pecking at some +seeds, and he picked up a stone and threw it at him, and killed him. So +no food came home that morning, and Hen Sparrow grew anxious, and at +last set out to find him. + +In a little while she found his dead body lying in a ditch. She ruffled +up her feathers and began to cry. "Who can have killed him?" she said; +"my poor kind husband, who never did harm to any one." Then a Raven flew +down from a tree, where he had been sitting, and told her how a cruel +boy had thrown a stone at him and killed him for sport. He saw it, said +the Raven, as he was sitting on the tree. + +Now Hen Sparrow determined to have her revenge. She was so much +troubled that she left her eggs to hatch themselves, or to addle if they +would; and gathering some straw, she plaited it into a beautiful straw +carriage, with two old cotton-reels for wheels, and sticks for the +shafts. Then she went to the hole of a Rat who was a friend of hers, and +called down the hole, "Mr. Rat! Mr. Rat!" + +"Yes, Mrs. Sparrow," said the Rat, coming out of the hole and making a +polite bow. + +"Some one has thrown a stone at my husband and killed him. Will you help +me to get my revenge?" + +"Why," said the Rat, "how can I help you?" + +"By pulling me along in my carriage," said Mrs. Sparrow. + +"Oh yes," said the Rat; "that I will." So he went down into his hole +again, and washed his face, and combed his whiskers, and came up all +spick and span. + +Mrs. Sparrow tied the shafts of the straw carriage to the Rat, and Mrs. +Sparrow got in, and off they went. + +On the road they met a Scorpion. Said the Scorpion-- + +"Whither away, Mrs. Sparrow and Mr. Rat?" + +Said the Hen Sparrow, "My friend Mr. Rat is pulling me along in my +carriage of straw to punish a cruel boy who threw a stone at my husband +and killed him." + +"Quite right too," said the Scorpion. "May I come and help you? I have a +beautiful sting in my tail." + +"Oh, please do! come and get in," said the Sparrow. + +In got the Scorpion, and away they went. By-and-by they saw a Snake. + +"Good day, and God bless you," says the Snake. "Where are you going, may +a mere reptile ask?" + +"Mr. Scorpion and I are going to punish a cruel boy who threw a stone +and killed my husband." + +"Shall I come and help you?" asked the Snake. "I have fine teeth in my +head to bite with." + +"The more the merrier," replied Mrs. Sparrow. So in he got. They had not +gone far before who should meet them but a Wolf. + +"Hullo," says the Wolf gruffly; "where are you off to, I should like to +know?" + +"Mr. Rat is kind enough to draw me in my carriage, and we are all going +to punish a cruel boy who threw a stone and killed my poor husband." + +"May I come too?" growled the Wolf. "I can bite." He opened his big jaws +and snarled. + +"Oh, how kind you are!" said Mrs. Sparrow. "Do come! jump in, jump in!" + +The poor Rat looked aghast at such a load to pull; but he was a +gentlemanly Rat, and so, having offered to pull the carriage, he said +nothing. + +So the big Wolf got in, and nearly sat on the Scorpion's tail; if he +had, he wouldn't have sat long, I think. However, the Scorpion got out +of the way, and on they went all four, the poor Rat pulling with all his +might, but rather slow at that. + +In due time they arrived at the cruel boy's house. His mother was +cooking the dinner, and his father was fast asleep in a chair. There was +a river close by the house, and the Wolf went down to the river, and +hid himself there; the Snake crawled among the peats, and the Scorpion +began to climb up into the chair where the man was sleeping. + +Then Mrs. Hen Sparrow flew in at the door and twittered-- + +[Illustration] + +"Little boy! Little boy! There's a fish biting at your night-line!" + +Up jumped the boy, and out he ran, to look at the night-line. But as he +was stooping down and looking at the line to see if any fish were +hooked, the Wolf pounced upon him, and bit him in the throat, and he +died. + +Then the cruel boy's mother went out to get some peats, and as she put +her hand in amongst them, the Snake bit her, and she gave a shriek and +fell down and died. The shriek awoke her husband sleeping in his chair, +and he began to get up, but by this time the Scorpion had climbed up the +leg of the chair, so he stung the man, and the man died too. + + Thus there was an end of the cruel boy who killed + a harmless Sparrow for sport; and though his father + and mother had done nothing, yet they ought not to + have had a son so cruel, or, at least, they might have + brought him up better. Anyhow, die they did, all three; + and Mrs. Hen Sparrow was so delighted that she + forgot all about her dead husband, and forgot + her eggs which were getting addled, + and went about chirruping until + she found another husband, + and made another nest, + and (I am sorry to + say) lived happily + ever after. + + + + +The Judgment of the Jackal + + +A MERCHANT was returning home from a long journey, riding upon a mule. +As he drew near home, night overtook him; and he was forced to look out +for shelter. Seeing a mill by the roadside, he knocked at the door. + +"Come in!" said the Miller. + +"May I stay here for the night?" asked the Merchant. + +"By all means," said the Miller, "if you pay me well." + +The Merchant thought this rather mean; because in those days a stranger +was made welcome everywhere without paying anything. However, he made +the best of it, and came in. The Miller led off his mule to the stable. + +"Please take care of my mule," said the Merchant; "I have still a long +way to go." + +"Oh," said the Miller, "your mule will be all right." Then he rubbed him +down and fed him. + +In the morning the Merchant asked for his mule. + +[Illustration: "The Merchant was much dismayed."] + +"I am very sorry," said the Miller; "he must have got loose last night, +and I can't find him anywhere." + +The Merchant was much dismayed. He went out to look for himself, and +there, to be sure, was his mule, tied by the halter to the mill. + +"Why, look here, Miller," says he, "here is the mule!" + +"Oh no," says the Miller, "that mule is mine." + +"Yours?" said the Merchant, getting angry. "Last night your stable was +empty. And don't you think I know my own mule?" + +"That is mine," said the Miller again; "my mill had a young mule in the +night, and that is he." + +The Merchant was now very angry indeed; but he could not help himself, +as he did not want to fight; he was a very peaceful Merchant. So he +said-- + +"Well, I have no doubt it's all right; but just to satisfy me, let us +ask the Rev. Dr. Jackal to decide between us; and whatever he says I +will abide by." + +"Very good," answered the Miller; and away they went to the den of his +reverence the Jackal. Dr. Jackal was sitting with his hind legs crossed, +and smoking a hubble-bubble. + +[Illustration] + +"Good morning, worthy gentlemen," said the Jackal; "how can I serve +you?" + +Said the Merchant, "Last night, my Lord Judge, I lodged with this Miller +here, and he took charge of my mule; but now he says it has run away, +though I saw it with my own eyes tied by the halter to his mill. He +says that the mule I saw is his, and that his mill is the mother of it, +and that it was born last night while I was asleep." + +"Go back to the mill," said the Jackal, "and wait for me. I will just +wash my face, and then I'll settle your business." + +They went away, and waited a long time, but no Jackal. Late in the +afternoon, they got tired of waiting for the Jackal, and determined to +go and look for him. There he was still, sitting in his den and smoking +a hubble-bubble. + +"Why didn't you come?" asked the Miller. "We have been waiting for you +all day." + +"Oh, my dear sir, I was too busy," said the Jackal. "When I went to wash +my face, I found that all the water had caught fire; I have only just +put it out." + +"You must be mad, your reverence," said the Miller. "Who ever heard of +water catching fire?" + +"And who ever heard," replied the Jackal, "of a mill having a young +mule?" + + The Miller saw that he was found out, and was so + much ashamed that he gave back the mule to + its owner, and the Merchant + went home. + + + + +How the Mouse got into his Hole + + +A MERCHANT was going along the road one day with a sack of peas on the +back of an Ox. The Ox was stung by a Fly, and gave a kick, and down fell +the sack. A Mouse was passing by, and the Merchant said, "Mousie, if you +will help me up with this sack I will give you a pea." The Mouse helped +him up with the sack and got a pea for his trouble. He stole another, +and a third he found on the road. + +When he got home with his three peas he planted them in front of his +hole. As he was planting them he said to them, "If you are not all three +sprouting by to-morrow I'll cut you in pieces and give you to the black +Ox." The peas were terribly frightened, and the next morning they had +already begun to sprout, and each of them had two shoots. Then he said, +"If I don't find you in blossom to-morrow I'll cut you in pieces and +give you to the black Ox." When he went to look next day they were all +in blossom. So he said, "If I don't find ripe peas on you to-morrow I'll +cut you in pieces and give you to the black Ox." Next day they had pods +full of ripe peas on them. + +So every day he used to eat lots of peas, and in this manner he got very +fat. One day a pretty young lady Mouse came to see him. + +"Good morning, Sleekie," said she; "how are you?" + +"Good morning, Squeakie," said he; "I'm quite well, thank you." + +"Why, Sleekie," said she, "how fat you are." + +"Am I?" said he. "I suppose that's because I have plenty to eat." + +"What do you eat, Sleekie?" asked the pretty young lady Mouse. + +"Peas, Squeakie," said the other. + +"Where do you get them, Sleekie?" + +"They grow all of themselves in my garden, Squeakie." + +"Will you give me some, please?" asked the lady Mouse. + +"Oh yes, if you will stay in my garden, you may have as many as you +like." + +So Squeakie stayed in Sleekie's garden, and they both ate so many peas +that they got fatter and fatter every day. + +One day Squeakie said to Sleekie, "Let's try which can get into the hole +quickest." Squeakie was slim, and she had not been at the peas so long +as Sleekie, so she got into the hole easily enough; but Sleekie was so +fat that he could not get in at all. + +He was very much frightened, and went off in hot haste to the +Carpenter, and said to him, "Carpenter, please pare off a little flesh +from my ribs, so that I can get into my hole." + +"Do you think I have nothing better to do than paring down your ribs?" +said the Carpenter angrily, and went on with his work. + +The Mouse went to the King, and said, "O King, I can't get into my hole, +and the Carpenter will not pare down my ribs; will you make him do it?" + +"Get out," said the King; "do you think I have nothing better to do than +look after your ribs?" + +So the Mouse went to the Queen. Said he, "Queen, I can't get into my +hole, and the King won't tell the Carpenter to pare down my ribs. Please +divorce him." + +"Bother you and your ribs," said the Queen; "I am not going to divorce +my husband because you have made yourself fat by eating too much." + +The Mouse went to the Snake. "Snake, bite the Queen, and tell her to +divorce the King, because he will not tell the Carpenter to pare my ribs +down and let me get into my hole." + +"Get away," said the Snake; "or I'll swallow you up, ribs and all; the +fatter you are, the better I shall be pleased." + +He went to the Stick, and said, "Stick, beat the Snake, because she +won't bite the Queen, who won't divorce the King and make him tell the +Carpenter to pare down my ribs, and let me get into my hole." + +"Off with you," said the Stick; "I'm sleepy, because I have just beaten +a thief; I can't be worried about your ribs." + +He went to the Furnace, and said, "Furnace, burn the Stick, and make it +beat the Snake, that he may bite the Queen and make her divorce the +King, who won't tell the Carpenter to pare down my ribs, and let me get +into my hole." + +"Get along with you," said the Furnace; "I am cooking the King's dinner, +and I have no time now to see about your ribs." + +He went to the Ocean, and said, "Ocean, put out the Fire, and make it +burn the Stick, so that it may beat the Snake, and the Snake may bite +the Queen, and she may divorce the King, who won't tell the Carpenter to +pare down my ribs, and let me get into my hole." + +"Don't bother me," said the Ocean; "it's high tide, and all the fishes +are jumping about, and giving me no rest." + +He went to the Elephant, and said, "O Elephant, drink up the Ocean, that +it may put out the Fire, and the Fire may burn the Stick, and the Stick +may beat the Snake, and the Snake may bite the Queen, and the Queen may +divorce the King, and make him tell the Carpenter to pare down my ribs, +and let me get into my hole." + +"Go away, little Mouse," said the Elephant; "I have just drunk up a +whole lake, and I really can't drink any more." + +He went to the Creeper, and said, "Dear Creeper, do please choke the +Elephant, that he may drink up the Ocean, and the Ocean may put out the +Fire, and the Fire may burn the Stick, and the Stick may beat the Snake, +and the Snake may bite the Queen, and the Queen may divorce the King, +and the King may tell the Carpenter to pare down my ribs, and let me get +into my hole." + +"Not I," says the Creeper; "I am stuck fast here to this tree, and I +couldn't get away to please a fat little Mouse." + +Then he went to the Scythe, and said, "Scythe, please cut loose the +Creeper, that it may choke the Elephant, and the Elephant may drink up +the Ocean, and the Ocean may put out the Fire, and the Fire may burn the +Stick, and the Stick may beat the Snake, and the Snake may bite the +Queen, and the Queen may divorce the King, and the King may tell the +Carpenter to pare down my ribs, and let me get into my hole." + +"With pleasure," said the Scythe, who is always sharp. + + So the Scythe cut the Creeper loose, and the Creeper + began to choke the Elephant, and the Elephant ran off + and began to drink up the Ocean, and the Ocean began + to put out the Fire, and the Fire began to burn the + Stick, and the Stick began to beat the Snake, and + the Snake began to bite the Queen, and the + Queen told the King she was going to + divorce him, and the King was + frightened, and ordered the + Carpenter to pare Sleekie's + ribs, and at last Sleekie + got into his hole. + + + + +King Solomon and the Owl + + +ONCE King Solomon was hunting all alone in the forest. Night fell, and +King Solomon lay down under a tree to sleep. Over his head, on the +branch of a tree, sat a huge Owl; and the Owl hooted so loud and so +long, Too-whit too-woo! Too-whit too-woo! that Solomon could not sleep. +Solomon looked up at the Owl, and said-- + +"Tell me, O Owl, why do you hoot all night long upon the trees?" + +Said the Owl-- + + "I hoot to waken those that sleep, + As soon as day's first beams do peep; + That they may rise, and say their prayers, + And not be caught in this world's cares." + +Then he went on again, Too-whit! too-woo! shaking his solemn old head to +and fro. He was a melancholy Owl; I think he must have been crossed in +love. + +Solomon thought this Owl very clever to roll out beautiful poetry like +that, off-hand as it were. He asked the Owl again-- + +"Tell me, O wise Owl, why do you shake your very solemn old head?" + +Said the Owl-- + + "I shake my head, to let all know + This world is but a fleeting show. + Men's days are flying with quick wings; + So take no joy in earthly things. + + "Yet men will fix their hearts below + Upon the pleasures that must go. + Their joy is gone when they are dead; + And that is why I shake my head." + +This touched King Solomon in a tender place, for he was himself rather +fond of earthly delights. He sighed, and asked again-- + +"O most ancient and wise Owl! tell me why you never eat grain?" + +Answered the Owl-- + + "The bearded grain I do not eat, + Because, when Adam ate some wheat, + He was turned out of Paradise: + So Adam's sin has made me wise. + + "If I should eat a single grain, + The joys of heaven I should not gain. + And so, to keep my erring feet, + The bearded grain I never eat." + +Thought Solomon to himself, "I don't remember reading that story in +Genesis, but perhaps he is right. I must look it up when I get home." +Then he spoke to the Owl once more, and said-- + +"And now, good Owl, tell me why you drink no water at night?" + +Said the Owl-- + + "Since water all the world did drown + In Noah's day, I will drink none. + Were I to drink a single drop, + My life would then most likely stop." + +Solomon was delighted to find the Owl so wise. "O my Owl," said he, "all +my life long I have been looking for a counsellor who had reasons to +give for what he did; I have never found one until I found you. Now I +beg you to come home with me to-morrow, and you shall be my chief +counsellor, and whatever I purpose I will first ask your advice." + + The Owl was equally delighted, and said, "Thank + you." Thinking of the greatness that was + to be his, the Owl stopped crying + Too-whit! too-woo! and + Solomon went + to sleep. + +[Illustration] + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Camel's Neck + + +ONCE upon a time there was a very religious Camel; at least, he was +religious after the fashion of his country, that is, he used to mortify +his flesh by fasting, and scratch himself with thorns, and lie awake all +night meditating upon the emptiness of the world. That is what men used +to do in that country, in order to please their gods. One of these gods +was very much pleased with the piety of the Camel; so one night, as the +Camel was fasting, and saying over and over to himself, "Vanity of +vanities, all is vanity," the god appeared before him. He was a +curious-looking god, and he had four hands instead of two; but the Camel +did not mind that, nor did he laugh; on the contrary, he went down on +his knees and bowed before him. + +"O Camel," said this god, "I have seen your fasting and heard your +prayers; and I have come to reward you. Choose what boon you like, and +it shall be yours." + +"O mighty god, I should like to have a neck eight miles long." + +The god answered, "Be it so!" and immediately the Camel felt his neck +shooting out like a telescope, until it was eight miles long. It shot +out so fast, that the Camel found it hard to escape running his head +against the trees. However, he steered it successfully, barring a bump +or two; and as by the time his neck stopped growing he was far out of +sight of the god, he could not even say thank you. + +Now perhaps you will wonder why this Camel wanted a neck so long as +eight miles? I will tell you. The reason was, that for all his fastings +and penances, he was a lazy Camel, and he wanted to graze without the +trouble of walking about. And now he could easily graze for a distance +of eight miles all round in a circle, without moving from the spot where +he lay. But it was rather dangerous, though he thought nothing of that; +for when his head was grazing a few miles away, the hunters might stick +a spear into his body, or tie his legs together, without his seeing +them. + +All the summer the Camel had a fine time of it; he lay still and +comfortable and sent his head foraging around, and strange to say, no +harm happened to him. But before long the rainy season began. In the +rainy season there are storms every day, and it rains cats and dogs. So +when the rain began, the Camel wanted to keep dry, but he could not at +first find a shed or a shelter eight miles long, or anything like it. At +last he lit on a long winding cave that held most of his long neck. So +he ran his neck into the cave, and lay still, with the rain pouring upon +his body. + +This was bad enough, but worse was to come. For it happened that in this +cave lived a He-jackal and a She-jackal. + +When the Jackals saw this extraordinary neck winding along their cave, +they were frightened, and hid away. + +"What is this snake?" said the He-jackal to his wife. + +"Oh dear, I don't know!" whimpered his wife, "I never saw a snake like +this." + +They kept quiet, the head passed out of view into the inner part of the +cave; then after a while, the creature lay still. + +"Let us smell him!" said the He-jackal. + +They smelt him. "He smells nice," said the She-jackal; "not a bit like a +snake." + +"Let us taste him!" said the He-jackal. + +They took a bite; the Camel stirred restlessly. They took another bite, +and liked that better still. They went on biting. The Camel curled round +his head to see what was going on; but before the Camel's head could get +back more than a mile or two, he grew so weak from loss of blood, that +he could move no more, and he died. + +So died the idle Camel, because the god granted him his foolish wish. +Perhaps our wishes are often just as foolish, if we only knew it; and +perhaps if they were fulfilled they would be the bane of us, as happened +to the lazy and religious Camel. + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Quail and the Fowler + + +A FOWLER once caught a Quail. Said the Quail to the Fowler-- + +"O Fowler, I know four things that will be useful for you to know." + +"What are they?" asked the Fowler. + +"Well," said the Quail, "I don't mind telling you three of them now. The +first is: Fast caught, fast keep; never let a thing go when once you +have got it. The second is: He is a fool that believes everything he +hears. And the third is this: It's of no use crying over spilt milk." + +The Fowler thought these very sensible maxims. "And what is the fourth?" +he asked. + +"Ah," said the Quail, "you must set me free if you want to hear the +fourth." + +The Fowler, who was a simple fellow, set the Quail free. The Quail +fluttered up into a tree, and said-- + +"I see you take no notice of what I tell you. Fast caught, fast keep, I +said; and yet you have let me go." + +"Why, so I have," said the Fowler, and scratched his head. He was a +foolish Fowler, I think. "Well, never mind; what is the fourth thing? +You promised to tell me, and I am sure an honourable Quail will never +break his word." + +"The fourth thing I have to tell you is this: In my inside is a +beautiful diamond, weighing ten pounds. And if you had not let me go, +you would have had that diamond, and you need never have done any more +work in all your life." + +"Oh dear, oh dear, what a fool I am!" cried the Fowler. He fell on his +face, and clutched at the grass, and began to cry. + +"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Quail. "He is a fool who believes everything +he hears." + +"Eh? what?" said the Fowler, and stopped crying. + +"Do you think a little carcase like mine can hold a diamond as big as +your head?" asked the Quail, roaring with laughter. "And even if it were +true, where's the use of crying over spilt milk?" + +The Quail spread his wings. "Good-bye," said he; "better luck next time, +Fowler." And he flew away. + + + The Fowler sat up. "Well," said he, "that's true, + sure enough." He got up and brushed the mud off + his clothes. "If I have lost a Quail," said he, + "I've learnt something." And he went + home, a sadder but a + wiser man. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The King of the Kites + + +A MOUSE one day met a Frog, whom he knew very well; but the Frog turned +up his flat nose, and would not speak to him. + +"Friend Frog," said the Mouse, "why are you so proud to-day?" + +"Because I am King of the Kites," said Froggie. + +You must not suppose that this means a paper kite with a tail. There is +a kind of bird called a Kite; it is like a Hawk, only bigger. How absurd +it was of this Frog, who could not even fly, to call himself the King of +the Kites! And the Mouse was just as absurd, for he answered-- + +"Stuff and nonsense! I am King of the Kites!" + +I don't know whether they really believed this themselves, or whether +they were only trying to show off. Anyhow, both stuck to it stoutly, and +a pretty quarrel was the result. The Mouse grew red in the face; and as +for Froggie, he was nearly bursting with rage. + +At last they agreed to refer the decision to a council. The council was +made up of a Bat, a Squirrel, and a Parrot. The Parrot took the chair, +because he was the biggest, and also because he could talk most, and was +therefore thought to be wise. + +"I vote for the Mouse," said the Bat; not that he knew anything about +it, but you see a Bat is very like a Mouse, and he wanted to stand up +for the family. + +"And I," said the Squirrel, "vote for my friend Froggie." He knew +nothing about it either, but he wanted to show that even a Squirrel has +an opinion of his own. + +So it fell to the Parrot to give the casting vote, and decide the +matter. He took a long time to decide, about two hours; and while he was +thinking, and the others were all intent to hear what he should say, +down from the sky swooped a Kite; and the Kite stuck one claw into the +Mouse's back, and one claw into the Frog, and carried them both away to +his nest, and ate them for dinner. + + So that was the end of the two Kings of the Kites. + The other three creatures, in a great fright, + made themselves scarce, lest the + Kite should come back and + eat them too. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Jackal and the Camel + + +ONCE a Camel was grazing in a forest. He had a ring in his nose, as the +custom is, and to the ring was tied a string, by which the Camel's +master used to lead him about. As the Camel grazed, this leading-string +became entangled in a bush, and the Camel could not get it loose. This +misfortune so much confused the mind of the Camel that he did not know +what to do. + +Suddenly, as the Camel was struggling to get free from the bush, a +Jackal appeared. + +"Brother Jackal," said the Camel, "do please set me free from this +bush." + +"Brother Camel," said the Jackal, "I will set you free, only you must +pay me for it. Do not the wise say, 'Even a brother will not serve thee +for nothing'?" + +"What shall I pay you, brother Jackal? I am a very poor Camel." + +"You shall pay me," quoth the Jackal, "a pound of your flesh." + +This was a hard condition, but there was nothing for it, "Better to lose +a pound of my flesh," thought the Camel, "than lose my life." So he +agreed to pay the Jackal a pound of flesh. + +Then the Jackal set the Camel free, and the Camel sat down on the ground +and said-- + +"I am ready; take your pound of flesh." + +"Open your mouth, then," said the Jackal. + +"Why?" asked the Camel. + +"Because I choose to take my pound of flesh from your tongue." + +This was a terrible blow. The Camel could not agree, because he knew +that if his tongue were torn out, he was bound to die. + +So he said, "I did not promise you my tongue." + +"You did," said the Jackal. + +"Don't tell lies," said the Camel; "where are your witnesses?" + +Away trotted the Jackal to find a witness. First he asked the Lion if he +would bear witness that he heard the Camel promise to give his tongue. +He promised to give him the half of all he should get, as a reward. + +"Go away," said the King of Beasts; "I am a Lion, not a liar." + +Then he asked the Tiger, but the Tiger said-- + +"I don't care for Camel's meat, so it isn't worth my while." + +And so the Jackal tried one beast after another, but none of them would +help him, until he came to the Wolf. + +"Friend Wolf," said the Jackal, "if you will only swear that you heard +the Camel promise me his tongue, you shall have half." + +"Half a tongue?" quoth the Wolf; "that's poor provender." + +"No, no," said the Jackal, "half the Camel. Don't you see that if we +tear out his tongue, the Camel will soon bleed to death." + +"True, so he will," said the Wolf. "Well, I agree." + +So the Wolf and the Jackal went back to the Camel, and the Wolf said, +raising his right forepaw to heaven-- + +"I swear by heaven that I heard this Camel promise to give his tongue to +this Jackal." + +Of course this was a lie, and they all knew it; but the Camel did not +like to appear mean, and besides, they were two to one. + +"Very well," said the Camel; "come and take it." The Camel opened his +mouth wide. The Jackal put his head in the Camel's mouth, and as he did +so, the Camel curled his tongue backward, so that the Jackal could not +reach it. + +The Jackal pulled his head out again, and said to the Wolf-- + +"My mouth is too small, you try now--you have a big gape." + +Then the Wolf put his head in the Camel's mouth. The Camel curled his +tongue back and back, and the Wolf pushed in his head further and +further; at last all the Wolf's head was inside. Then the Camel snapped +his jaws together upon the Wolf's neck. + +"O Daddy Camel," said the Wolf, half throttled; "what is this?" + +"This," said the Jackal, rolling up the whites of his eyes to the sky in +a most pious fashion; "this is the result of telling a lie." The Camel +said nothing at all, but simply throttled the Wolf to death, and the +Jackal ran away. + + I think you will agree with me, that the Jackal, who + made the Wolf tell a lie, was wickeder than the Wolf + who told it; but yet he laughed at the Wolf, and + got off himself scot-free. That often happens + in this world; but we will hope that some + other time his sin was bound to + find him out. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Wise Old Shepherd + + +ONCE upon a time, a snake went out of his hole to take an airing. He +crawled about, greatly enjoying the scenery and the fresh whiff of the +breeze, until, seeing an open door, he went in. Now this door was the +door of the palace of the King, and inside was the King himself, with +all his courtiers. + +Imagine their horror at seeing a huge Snake crawling in at the door. +They all ran away except the King, who felt that his rank forbade him to +be a coward, and the King's son. The King called out for somebody to +come and kill the Snake; but this horrified them still more, because in +that country the people believed it to be wicked to kill any living +thing, even snakes, and scorpions, and wasps. So the courtiers did +nothing, but the young Prince obeyed his father, and killed the Snake +with his stick. + +After a while the Snake's wife became anxious, and set out in search of +her husband. She too saw the open door of the palace, and in she went. O +horror! there on the floor lay the body of her husband, all covered +with blood, and quite dead. No one saw the Snake's wife crawl in; she +inquired from a white ant what had happened, and when she found that the +young Prince had killed her husband, she made a vow, that as he had made +her a widow, so she would make his wife a widow. + +That night, while all the world was asleep, the Snake crept into the +Prince's bedroom, and coiled around his neck. The Prince slept on, and +when he awoke in the morning, he was surprised to find his neck +encircled with the coils of a Snake. He was afraid to stir, so there he +remained, until the Prince's mother became anxious, and went to see what +was the matter. When she entered his room, and saw him in this plight, +she gave a loud shriek, and ran off to tell the King. + +"Call the archers," said the King. The archers came, and the King told +them to go into the Prince's room, and shoot the Snake that was coiled +about his neck. They were so clever, that they could easily do this +without hurting the Prince at all. + +In came the archers in a row, fitted the arrows to the bows, the bows +were raised ready to shoot, when, on a sudden, from the Snake there +issued a voice, which spoke as follows:-- + +"O archers! wait, and hear me before you shoot. It is not fair to carry +out the sentence before you have heard the case. Is not this good law, +an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth? Is it not so, O King?" + +"Yes," replied the King, "that is our law." + +"Then," said the Snake, "I plead the law. Your son has made me a widow, +so it is fair and right that I should make his wife a widow." + +"That sounds right enough," said the King, "but right and law are not +always the same thing. We had better ask somebody who knows." + +They asked all the judges, but none of them could tell the law of the +matter. They shook their heads, and said they would look up all their +law-books, and see whether anything of the sort had ever happened +before, and if so, how it had been decided. That is the way judges used +to decide cases in that country, though I daresay it sounds to you a +very funny way. It looked as if they had not much sense in their own +heads, and perhaps that was true. The upshot of all was, that not a +judge would give any opinion; so the King sent messengers all over the +country-side, to see if they could find somebody somewhere who knew +something. + +One of these messengers found a party of five Shepherds, who were +sitting upon a hill and trying to decide a quarrel of their own. They +gave their opinions so freely, and in language so very strong, that the +King's messenger said to himself, "Here are the men for us. Here are +five men, each with an opinion of his own, and all different." +Post-haste he scurried back to the King, and told him he had found at +last some one ready to judge the knotty point. + +So the King and the Queen, and the Prince and the Princess, and all the +courtiers, got on horseback, and away they galloped to the hill +whereupon the five Shepherds were sitting, and the Snake too went with +them, coiled round the neck of the Prince. + +When they got to the Shepherds' hill, the Shepherds were dreadfully +frightened. At first they thought that the strangers were a gang of +robbers; and when they saw that it was the King, their next thought was +that one of their misdeeds had been found out, and each of them began +thinking what was the last thing he had done, and wondering, was it +that? But the King and his Court got off their horses, and said good-day +in the most civil way. So the Shepherds felt their minds set at ease +again. Then the King said-- + +"Worthy Shepherds, we have a question to put to you, which not all the +judges in all the courts of my city have been able to solve. Here is my +son, and here, as you see, is a Snake coiled round his neck. Now, the +husband of this Snake came creeping into my palace hall, and my son the +Prince killed him; so this Snake, who is the wife of the other, says +that as my son has made her a widow, so she has a right to widow my +son's wife. What do you think about it?" + +The first Shepherd said, "I think she is quite right, my lord King. If +any one made my wife a widow, I would pretty soon do the same to him." + +This was brave language, and the other Shepherds shook their heads and +looked fierce. But the King was puzzled, and could not quite understand +it. You see, in the first place, if the man's wife were a widow, the man +would be dead; and then it is hard to see how he could do anything. So +to make sure, the King asked the second Shepherd whether that was his +opinion too? + +"Yes," said the second Shepherd; "now the Prince has killed the Snake, +the Snake has a right to kill the Prince, if he can." + +But that was not of much use either, as the Snake was as dead as a +door-nail. So the King passed on to the third. + +"I agree with my mates," said the third Shepherd, "because, you see, a +Prince is a Prince, but then a Snake is a Snake." + +That was quite true, they all admitted; but it did not seem to help the +matter much. Then the King asked the fourth Shepherd to say what he +thought. + +The fourth Shepherd said, "An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth; +so I think a widow should be a widow, if so be she don't marry again." + +[Illustration] + +By this time the poor King was so puzzled that he hardly knew whether he +stood on his head or his heels. But there was still the fifth Shepherd +left, the oldest and wisest of them all; and the fifth Shepherd said-- + +"O King, I should like to ask two questions." + +"Ask twenty, if you like," said the King. He did not promise to answer +them, so he could afford to be generous. + +"First, I ask the Princess how many sons she has?" + +"Four," said the Princess. + +"And how many sons has Mistress Snake here?" + +"Seven," said the Snake. + +"Then," said the old Shepherd, "it will be quite fair for Mistress Snake +to kill his Highness the Prince, when her Highness the Princess has had +three sons more." + +"I never thought of that," said the Snake. "Good-bye, King, and all you +good people. Send a message when the Princess has had three more sons, +and you may count upon me--I will not fail you." So saying, she +uncoiled from the Prince's neck and slid away among the grass. + + The King and the Prince and everybody shook hands + with the wise old Shepherd, and went home + again. And as the Princess never had any + more sons at all, she and the Prince + lived happily for many years; + and if they are not dead + they are living + still. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Beware of Bad Company + + +A BEAUTIFUL young Swan lived by a beautiful lake. All day long he used +to sail gracefully over the water, curving his neck to look at his own +image, or pluming his white wings; and when he was tired, he would go to +his nest in the rushes, and sleep, or play with his brothers and +sisters. + +In a tree above that lake was a Crow. You know that Crows are dirty +birds, and they feed on offal and refuse, and people dislike them; but +the Swan was white and clean. Still, strange as it may seem, this Swan +struck up a fast friendship with the Crow. His mother and father begged +him to keep out of bad company, but he would not listen to them. He had +done better to keep to his own kind, but wilful will have his way, and +the Swan was sorry for it too late. + +One day the Crow said to his friend the Swan, "Come, old boy, let us go +and have some fun." + +"I'm your Swan," says the other, and away they flew. + +They came to a tree, and under the tree was a very pious man, saying his +prayers. + +"Here's a joke," said the Crow. "Now we shall see sport." + +He picked up a lump of mud from the ground, and flew up into the tree, +and then he dropped the mud, splash, on the pious man's head. + +This interrupted his prayers, and he could not help feeling angry, +although he was so pious. So up got he, and looked about to see who had +done the mischief. + +By this time the mischievous Crow had flown off, and he was +caw-caw-cawing on another tree, out of reach. But the Swan sat still: he +was not learned in mischief, and he did not know what to do. Then the +pious man looked up into the tree, and saw the Swan sitting there, so of +course he thought it was the Swan who had dropped a piece of mud on his +head. He had a big catapult with him, so he put a stone in his catapult, +and slick! he shot the Swan. + +Down fell the Swan with a great thud. He felt that his end was near, and +how sorry he was now that he had had anything to do with the bad Crow. +However, it was too late now to be sorry, so he began to sing. They say +that Swans never sing in all their life, but when they are about to die +they sing beautifully; and this is what the Swan sang to the pious +man:-- + + "I am no Crow, as you must know, + But a Swan that lived by a lovely lake; + With bad companions I would go, + And now I die for a bad friend's sake." + + Then the Swan died, and the pious man finished + his prayers. + + + + +The Foolish Wolf + + +A WOLF and an Ass were great friends, and they spent most of their time +playing at an original game of their own. The game was easy enough to +learn; you could play it yourselves; and it was this. First the Ass used +to run away from the Wolf as hard as he could, and the Wolf used to +follow; and then the Wolf would run as hard as he could from the Ass, +and the Ass would follow. + +One day, as the Wolf was running away full tilt from the Ass, a Boy saw +them. + +"Ha, ha, ha," said the Boy, "what a coward that Wolf is, to run away +from an Ass." He thought, you see, that the Wolf was afraid of being +eaten by the Ass. + +The Wolf heard him, and was very angry. He stopped short, and said to +the Boy-- + +"So you think I am a coward, little Boy? You shall rue the word. I'm +brave enough to eat you, as you shall find out this very night; for I +will come and carry you off from your home." + +If the Wolf was no coward, at least he was a foolish Wolf to tell the +Boy if he meant to carry him off, as I think you will agree with me. + +The Boy went home to tell his mother. "Mother," said he, "a Wolf is +coming to-night to carry me off." + +"Oh, never mind if he does," said the Boy's mother, "he won't hurt you." + +The Boy did not feel quite so sure about that, for he had seen sharp +teeth in the mouth of the Wolf. So he chose out a big and sharp stone, +and put it in his pocket. Why he did not hide, I can't tell you, for he +never told me; but my private opinion is, he was almost as foolish as +the Wolf. + +Well, when night came, the Boy's mother went to bed, and she was soon +snoring, but the Boy stayed up to wait for the Wolf. About ten o'clock +came a knock at the door. + +"Come in," said the Boy. + +The Wolf opened the door, and came in, and says he, "Now, Boy, you must +come along with me." + +"All right," says the Boy, "mother doesn't mind." + +I have never been able to understand why his mother did not mind, but +perhaps he was a very naughty Boy, and she was glad to get rid of him. +If he did nothing but pull his sisters' hair, and put spiders down their +necks, he was just as well out of the house, I think. + +So the Boy got on the Wolf's back, and the Wolf trotted off briskly to +his den. Then the Wolf thought to himself, "I have had my dinner, and I +don't want any Boy to-night. Suppose I leave him for to-morrow, and go +for a spin with my friend the Jackass." + +So he left the Boy in his den, and off he went after the Jackass. + +What makes me think more than ever that he was a foolish Wolf, is that +he never even tied the Boy's legs together. So when the Wolf was gone, +the Boy went out of the den, and climbed up a tree. + +In an hour or two back came the Wolf, ready for bed. He looked in at the +mouth of the den, but no Boy. + +"Where on earth has that Boy got to?" said he; "I left him here safe and +sound." It never occurred to this Wolf that legs can walk, and Boys can +climb trees. He felt very anxious, and as many people do when their wits +are puzzled, he opened his mouth wide. + +The Boy saw him standing at the opening of the den, with his mouth wide +open, so he pulled the sharp stone out of his pocket, and threw it in. +This Boy was a very good shot with a stone, and the stone went straight +into the Wolf's inside, and cut his inside so much that he died. + + Then the Boy climbed down from the tree, and + he was at home in time for breakfast. I don't + know whether his mother was pleased + to see him or not; but there he was, + and there he stayed, and if he + has not gone away, he is + there still. + + + + +Reflected Glory + + +THERE was a Shepherd who owned a multitude of goats. Among these was one +Goat, weak and lame. You might suppose that the shepherd took especial +care of this lame Goat, but not he; on the contrary, he beat him and +bullied him, and made his whole life a misery. + +A time came when the lame Goat could stand it no longer. So watching his +chance, he gave his master the slip, and into the forest and far away. +As he hobbled along, he trembled to think of the ferocious beasts that +the forest was full of; but even to be devoured by an evil beast was +better far than to be for ever beaten. + +The lame Goat made up his mind that the only way by which he could save +his life was to gain the protection of some powerful beast. So he kept +his eyes open as he hobbled along; and, by-and-by, what should he see +but a dark cave, and at the mouth of the cave, a Lion's footprints. Now +a Lion was just the beast the Goat wanted, for to begin with, he is the +King of Beasts, and all the other beasts fear him; and then, too, he is +a noble beast, and if he passes his word he will never break it. Of +course, it might be that the Lion would eat our Goat first, and ask +questions afterwards; but the Goat had to take his chance of that. + +The upshot of it was, that the lame Goat sat down by the Lion's den, and +waited. + +By-and-by, trippity trip, trippity trip, and up came a Jackal. Said the +Jackal to the Goat, "God bless you, Gaffer Goat, you'll be the first +food that has passed my lips this many a day." + +"Dear grandson," said the Goat, "God bless you too. I'm here to be +eaten, that is true enough; but I'm meat for your betters. He whose +footprints you see here has bidden me wait until he wants me." + +The Jackal looked at the footprints, and saw they were a Lion's. "Aha," +thought he, "let sleeping dogs lie. If I eat the Lion's meat, the Lion +will devour my cubs." Then he went away sorrowful. + +A little while, and trappity trap, trappity trap, up came a Wolf. Quoth +the Wolf-- + +"Well met, Nuncle Goat; you make my mouth water. A five days' fast is +sauce for the dinner." + +"Well met, my dear nephew," says the lame Goat. "But you had better +leave me alone. I'm food for your betters. Look upon these footprints, +and let me tell you that he who made them has bidden me wait here until +he is hungry." + +"Oho," said the Wolf, "a Lion. Who tackles the strong will not live +long. If I eat King Lion's meat, King Lion will make a meal of my cubs." +Away went the Wolf, trappity trap, trappity trap. + +A little while more, and swish, swish, swish, the Lion himself came +stalking slowly along, whisking away the flies with his tail. When he +saw the Goat sitting beside his den, says he-- + +"Friend Goat, what want you here? Are you anxious to make a meal for +me?" + +"O King Lion," said the Goat, bowing before him very humbly, "here I +have been sitting these two hours, and wolves and jackals came to eat +me; but the sight of your footprints was safety for me: I told them I +was yours, and they took to their heels for fear. Now eat me if you +will; for yours I am." + +Then the Lion said, "O Goat, if you have called yourself mine, never +will I devour you. I will see to it that you are well treated." + +Then the Lion went out and found an Elephant, who greeted him with the +greatest respect. "Elephant," said the Lion, "I want you to do something +for me." + +"Speak on," said the Elephant, "do it I will." + +The Lion said, "There is a poor lame Goat has thrown himself on my +mercy, and I have thought of a plan by which he can be fed. If you will +suffer him to mount on your back, then while you go grazing about, he +can browse upon the young shoots of the trees as you pass under." + +"That is a good idea," said the Elephant, "and I'll do it for you +willingly, and indeed anything else in my power." + + If the Lion was pleased at the kindness of the + Elephant, more pleased was the lame Goat; and a + happy life was his from that day. Never again was he + beaten by a cruel goatherd: but he fed on the fat + of the land, and lived to a green old age; and + I hope we may be half as happy as he was. + + + + +The Cat and the Sparrows + + +THERE was once a pair of Sparrows that lived in a tree. They used to hop +about all over the place, picking up seeds or anything they could find +to eat. One day, when they came back with their pickings, the Cock had +found some rice, and the Hen a few lentils. They put it all in an +earthen pot, and then proceeded to cook their dinner. Then they divided +the mess into two equal parts. + +The Cock was rather greedy, so he would not wait while his wife put out +the fire and got ready to join in the meal. No! he gobbled up his share +at once, before she could begin. + +When at last the poor Hen came up, her greedy mate would not let her +rest even then. "Go and get me a drink of water," said he quite rudely. + +She was a very kind wife, so without taking any notice of his rudeness, +off she went for the water. + +While she was gone the Cock-sparrow's eyes fell on his wife's share of +the dinner. "Ah," thought he, "how I should like another bit! Well, why +shouldn't I have it? A man does all the work, and women don't want much +to eat at any time." So without any more ado, he just set to, and +gobbled up his wife's share. + +Back came the Hen-sparrow with a drink of water for her husband. When he +had drunk it up (and I am afraid he forgot to say thank you), she turned +round to look for her dinner. Lo and behold! there was none. What could +have become of it? As she was wondering, she happened to look at her +husband; he looked so guilty that there could be no manner of doubt +where her dinner was. + +"You greedy bird," said she, "why have you eaten my dinner?" + +"I haven't touched your dinner," said the Cock angrily. + +"I'm sure you have," said she, "or you would not look so guilty. Why, +you are actually blushing." And so indeed he was; the tip of his beak +was quite red. + +However, he still denied it, and grew angrier and angrier, as people do +when they know they are in the wrong. They had a terrible quarrel. At +last the Hen-sparrow said, "Well, I know a way to find out whether you +are telling lies or not. You come along with me." And she made him go +with her to the well. + +Across the top of the well she stretched a piece of string, and she sat +on the middle of the string, and began to chirp, "If I am telling lies, +I pray I may fall in." But though she sat there a long time, chirping +away, she did not fall in. + +Then came the Cock-sparrow's turn. He perched on the string and began to +chirrup, "If I am telling lies, may I fall into the well;" but hardly +had he got the words out of his mouth, when--splash! down he went. + +[Illustration] + +Then the Hen was very sorry that she had proposed this plan; she began +to weep and cheep, and said--"Alas, alas, why didn't I leave it alone? +What does it matter if he eats my dinner, so long as I have my dear +husband? Now I have killed him by my folly." + +Just at that moment up came a Cat. + +"What's the matter?" said the Cat. + +"Cheep, cheep, cheep," went the Hen-sparrow. "My husband has fallen into +the well, and I don't know how to get him out." + +"If I get him out," said the Cat, "will you let me eat him?" + +"Of course you may," said the Hen-sparrow. + +So the Cat climbed down, and pulled out the Cock-sparrow. When she had +brought him to the edge of the well, said she, "Now I'm going to eat him +as you promised." + +"Oh, all right," said the Hen. "But stop a minute, your mouth is dirty. +I am sure you have been eating mice. Now haven't you?" + +"Why, yes," said the Cat, "so I have." + +"Well," said the Hen-sparrow, "you must get yourself clean. We birds are +clean creatures, and you must positively wash your mouth before you +begin." + +Away went the Cat, and washed her mouth clean, and came back again. + +The Hen-sparrow looked at her carefully. "You have not washed your +whiskers," said she; "they are still dirty." + +The Cat went obediently and washed her whiskers. + + Meanwhile the Cock-sparrow had been sitting on the + edge of the well in the sun, and by this time his feathers + were quite dry. So his Hen chirped to him, "Now, + dear, you can fly, let's be off." And off + they flew together, and the Cat was + left licking her chops and + wishing she had not + been such + a fool. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Foolish Fish + + +A FISH was once flapping and flopping on the sand by the banks of a +river. She was a lady Fish--how she got there I don't know; but she had +been better to stay at home, as you shall hear. Well, she flapped away +on the sand, and couldn't get off; she began to feel very dry. A man +came by, riding upon a horse. "O Man," shouted the Fish, "do carry me +back to the water again, or I shall be dried up and die." + +"No, no," said the Man, "not I, indeed! You are a she, and I have had so +much bother with shes in my life that I shall keep clear of you." + +"O dear good Man!" cried the Fish, "do please help me, and I will +promise not to behave badly; I'll be as nice as any man could be. Just +think! if you leave me here, I shall dry into a stick, or somebody will +come along and eat me." + +The Man scratched his head, and wondered what he ought to do; but at +last he took pity on the Fish, and got down off his horse. Then he +picked up the Fish and put her on his shoulder, and walked down to the +water. "Now then," said he, "in with you." + +"Take me into deep water," said the Fish; "this won't do for me." So the +good-natured fellow took her and waded into the water till he was +neck-deep. Then the Fish opened her mouth wide, and said-- + +"Now I'm going to eat you! I'll teach you to say nasty things about +women." + +That was a nice way of showing gratitude to the Man, wasn't it? I wonder +the Man did not eat the Fish, instead of the Fish eating him. But I am +afraid the Man was rather stupid. It never occurred to him that he might +eat the Fish, and all he did was to scratch his head again. "That's not +fair," said he; "I saved your life, and now you want to eat me. We must +find some one to decide between us, and say which is right." + +"All right," said the Fish; "take me up on your shoulder again, and let +us find somebody." + +So the Man took her up on his shoulder again, and out of the water came +he. On the bank of the river grew a Crab-apple Tree, and the Man +appealed to this Tree to decide their dispute. "O Tree," said he, "this +Fish was lying on the sand, and I saved her life, and now she wants to +eat me. Do you think that is right?" + +"Of course!" said the Tree--whose temper was as crabbed as his +apples--"of course! Why not? You men are always doing mischief. Here am +I, an innocent Crab-apple Tree, and people come along and cut off my +branches to shade themselves from the sun. I call that cool!" + +"Well," said the Man, "they want to be cool, and that's why they cut +your branches off." + +"Don't be a fool," squeaked the Crab-apple Tree; "you know what I mean. +So as you do all this damage to us, we are right to do all we can to +hurt you, and therefore this Fish has a right to eat you if she +chooses." + +"Come along," said the Fish, as she opened her mouth; "jump in!" + +"Wait a bit," said the Man, "we must try somebody else. I feel sure +there is something wrong with this judgment." The Fish did not wish to +ask anybody else, but she had to agree, because they were on dry land. + +So they went along until they saw an Elephant. + +"O Elephant!" cried the Man, "do you see this Fish? I saved her life, +and now she wants to eat me. Do you think this is right?" + +"Right?" said the Elephant, "I should rather think so! Why, you men are +horrid brutes, always making us carry half-a-dozen of you about on our +backs, or prodding us with a spike, or something nasty. Eat you up? I +only wish _I_ could eat you up, and I would do it too, but nature makes +me eat leaves, and you are too tough for me to digest." + +So there was no comfort to be had from the Elephant. + +The Fish opened her mouth wider than ever, for she was getting hungry, +and said, "Now then, look sharp--in with you!" + +The Man was in despair. What was he to do? "Give me one more chance," +said he, "and if they all say the same, then you shall eat me." + +He looked round, and not far off he saw a Jackal. "Friend Jackal," he +called out; "I say, Jackal! Stop a minute, I want to ask you something." + +"All right," said the Jackal, "ask away." + +"This Fish," said the Man, "was flip-flap-flopping on the sand and +gasping for breath, and I saved her life; and then as soon as she got +safe back into the water again, she wanted to eat me. Do you think +that's right?" + +"Hm," said the Jackal, "I don't quite understand. Where was the Fish?" + +"Lying on the sand, you booby," said the Fish, getting angry. + +"How?" asked the Jackal. + +"Why," said the Fish, "what does that matter, I should like to know?" + +"Can't understand," said the Jackal, looking stupidly all round and then +up at the sky. + +"Well," said the Fish, angrier than ever, "all you are asked to do, is +to say whether or no I am to eat this Man. Can't you do that without all +this bother?" + +"No," said the Jackal. + +"Oh dear," said the Fish, "what a stupid you must be! All right then, +come along, and we'll show you." So she made the Man take her on his +shoulder again, and carry her to the place where she had been lying on +the sand. + +"That's the place," said she. + +The Jackal was not satisfied yet, but he must needs see how she lay. So +the Man put her down on the sand, and the Fish began flip-flap-flopping +again. + +"Now then," said the Jackal to the Man, "up on the horse with you, and +be off! What does the Fish matter to you? Let her die, she deserves no +better." + +The Man thought this a good idea, so he got up on his horse, and off, +and was more resolved than ever to keep clear of women. + +But the Fish was very angry at being tricked so neatly. "You shall pay +for this!" she gasped to the Jackal; "I'll come and eat you in your +den." + +"All right, you may try," said the Jackal, "but I fancy you will get +eaten yourself." And so saying, away he scampered. + +The Fish flapped and flopped, until somehow or other she managed to flap +herself into the river. + +After this the Fish used to sit by the roots of a fig-tree which went +down into the river, with her mouth gaping, in the hope that something +might fall in. The Jackal used to come down to this place to drink, and +one day, as he was drinking, the Fish caught him tight by the leg. + +"Oh you silly Fish," said the Jackal, "why didn't you catch my leg? You +have got hold of the wrong thing," said he; "there's my leg, if you want +it," pointing to the root of the fig-tree. The foolish Fish believed she +had made a mistake, and let go the Jackal's leg, and took a good bite of +the root. The Jackal laughed, and scampered away, crying, "Oh what a +fool you are! You don't know wood from meat!" + +"Never mind," said the Fish, "next time it will be my turn, and then we +shall see. I'll come and eat you in your den." + +Next day, when the Jackal had gone into the forest to find food, our +friend the Fish jumped out of the water, and went roll, roll, rolling +into the forest, until she came to the den of the Jackal; and inside the +door of the Jackal's den she stood on her tail, waiting for him to come +back. By-and-by back came the Jackal, sure enough; but Jackals are very +cunning creatures, and he came up slinking quietly, and saw the Fish +before the Fish saw him. So he called out in a loud voice, "Den, Den!" + +No answer. Again he called out, "Den, Den!" This time the Fish thought +that the Den was no doubt accustomed to reply when the Jackal called to +it. Perhaps it was shy because she was present. Anyhow she thought she +had better answer, so she called out in return, "Well, well!" + +"You there?" asked the Jackal. + +"Yes, I'm here all right," answered the Fish. + +"Just stop a minute," said the Jackal, "and I'll be back directly." + +Away he ran, and the Fish crept inside the hole, and hid. The Jackal ran +about gathering dry leaves, and with the leaves he made a little pile at +the mouth of his hole. Then he went to a fire which some traveller had +left smouldering, and seizing a brand, he brought it and set light to +the leaves at the mouth of the cave. The fire soon burned up. + +"Is that nice, dear Den?" asked the Jackal. + +"Very nice, thank you," said the Fish, who thought she must go on +pretending. + +"I'll soon make you warm," said the Jackal, and he piled on more fuel. +It began to get very hot. + +"That's enough now," said the Fish. + + "No, no, Den dear," said the cunning Jackal, laughing + to himself. More and more leaves he piled on the top + of the fire. One side of the Fish got so hot that she + turned the other. Then it got hotter and hotter, and + soon the Fish expired. When the fire went out, the + Jackal looked into the cave, and there was the Fish, + done on both sides crisp and brown. He sat + down on his haunches, and gobbled her + up in a trice, and he never had a + nicer dinner. That was the + end of the foolish and + ungrateful Fish. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Clever Goat + + +A SHEPHERD was feeding his flock on the hills; and as they were going +home again in the evening, one of the goats lagged behind. Now, this +Goat was very old, and goats are not like men, for the older they grow +the wiser they become. So this Goat, being very old indeed, was also +very wise. There was a very nice clump of grass by the wayside, and the +wise old Goat said to herself, "Here is the nicest grass I have seen for +a long time. I'm not hungry, because I have been eating all day; but I +daresay I shall soon be hungry again, so I had better eat it while I can +get it." And accordingly she set to work, and very soon she had eaten it +all up. Then she trotted off homeward. + +As the old Goat went merrily trotting along, with her eyes on the +ground, suddenly she looked up--and lo and behold! a huge Wolf sitting +on a stump, and staring at her hungrily! What was she to do? To escape +was impossible. She pulled her wits together, and began-- + +"Oh, my dear Mr. Wolf!" cried she, "how delighted I am to see you. I +have been looking for you all day, and now I've found you at last." + +The Wolf was so utterly astonished that he had not a word to say at +first. But after a while, he found his tongue, and thus said he-- + +"My good Goat, you must be out of your senses. Why, I'm accustomed to +feed on goats, and here you say you are glad to see me. Who ever heard +of a creature so foolish as to throw itself into the jaws of death of +its own free will?" + +"Ah," replied the Goat, "you don't know my Shepherd, that's quite clear. +He is the kindest man in the world, and he has a special weakness for +you. He was talking of you only this morning, and saying that he owes +you a good turn for not gobbling up any of his sheep, though it is ever +so long since he began to feed them in your forest. So he has sent me to +you as a token of his esteem. I'm an old Goat, you see, and not much use +to him now. 'No _ifs_ and _buts_,' says he to me--'off with you, and let +kind Mr. Wolf eat you for his dinner.' And so here I am. And indeed, you +must not suppose I am here against my will; not at all. I could not +think of disobeying our good Shepherd. And, if I did, he could sell me +to the butcher, to have my throat cut, and be eaten by horrid beasts of +men, who have only two legs to bless themselves with. I assure you, I +much prefer being eaten by a noble four-legged gentleman like yourself." + +Our Wolf was still so surprised that he could find nothing to say; and +the Goat went on-- + +"Do not think, dear sir, that I am flattering you. Look at me and judge +if a respectable old Goat of my age, and at the point of death--for I +see you licking your chops--whether, I say, such a one would dare to +tell lies. But, Mr. Wolf, there is one reason why I shall be sorry to +die. You may not have heard of it, but it is true nevertheless that I am +a famous songster, and it will be indeed a pity that a gift so rare +should be lost. Will you do me one last favour, and let me sing you a +song before I die? I am sure it will delight you, and you will enjoy +eating me all the more afterwards." + +The Wolf was very much pleased at the Goat's politeness. "Well," said +he, "since you are so kind as to offer, I should like to hear what you +can do in the way of music." + +"All right," said our Goat, "just sit down on that hillock yonder, and +I'll stay here; it won't sound so nice if I am too near you." + +The Wolf trotted off to the hillock, and sat down, and waited for the +Goat to begin her song. + +The Goat opened her mouth, and uttered a loud "Baa-baa-baa!" + +"Is that all?" asked the Wolf. He was rather disappointed, but he did +not say so, for fear of being thought an ignorant lout. + +"Oh no," said the Goat, "that was only tuning up, to get the pitch." +Then she cried again, "Baa-baa-baa," louder than before. + + Meanwhile the Shepherd was not far off, and he + heard this loud Baa-baa of one of his goats. "Hullo," + thought he, "what's up, I wonder?" and set off + running in the direction of the sound. Just as the + Wolf was getting impatient, and the Goat was opening + her mouth for another Baa-baa, up came the Shepherd, + behind the Wolf. Thwack, thwack, thwack! came his + stick on the stupid Wolf, and with a groan the Wolf + turned over and died on the spot. The Shepherd + and his wise old Goat trudged happily home + to the sheepfold, and after that the Goat + took good care to keep + with the flock. + +[Illustration] + + + + +A Crow is a Crow for Ever + + +THERE once was a very learned Bishop, who was very fond of +bird's-nesting. One day he saw a fine large nest up in an elm-tree, and +when he had climbed up he saw that it was full of young Crow-chicks. One +of these chicks had such a winsome appearance, that the Bishop put him +inside his hat, and took him home to the Palace. + +In due time the Crow grew up, and as he heard around him continually the +Bishop and his friends talking divinity, by degrees he became quite +clever in divinity himself. He knew all the kings of Israel and Judah, +and the cities of refuge, so that at last there was no question in a +divinity paper he could not answer. Indeed, once when the examining +Chaplain was ill, the Crow did his work for him. + +[Illustration] + +The fame of this learned Crow spread far and wide, until at last it +reached the King's ears. Now the Bishop had been expecting this all +along, and ever since he found the young Crow he had been training him +for a purpose. I am sorry to say he was rather a greedy man; and as he +hoped to get something out of the King by the means of this Crow, he +trained him to fly towards anything that shone bright, such as gold and +silver. + +"When the King asks me to show off my Crow," he thought, "I will ask as +a price anything the Crow may choose; and then doubtless he will fly to +the King's crown, and I shall be King!" + +At the first all fell out as he looked for. The King sent word to say he +wanted to see the Crow. He was sitting in the garden, with his gold +crown on, and all his courtiers around him; and then asked to hear him +say all the kings of Israel and Judah. + +"With pleasure, sire," said the Bishop; "if your Majesty will deign to +grant him what he chooses for a reward. He has been well taught, and +will not work for nothing." + +"By all means," said the King; "let him choose his reward, and I will +give it." + +Then the Bishop took his Crow out of his hat, and the Crow said all the +kings of Israel and Judah quite right, forwards and backwards, without a +single mistake. The King was delighted: he could not have done as much. + +"And now, sire," said the Bishop, "I will let him go, and tell him to +choose his own prize." + +So the Bishop let the Crow loose. The Crow was flying straight for the +King's crown, when all on a sudden what should he spy but a dead cat! He +turned off on the instant, and down he swooped on the dead cat. You know +Crows eat dead things and offal; and this Crow liked a dead cat for +dinner better than a gold crown. + +The King laughed, the courtiers roared with merriment. + +"Bishop," said the King, when he had done laughing, "your Crow is easily +pleased, it seems! Well, he has chosen his reward, and by my royal +beard, he shall have it. Ha, ha, ha!" + +But the Bishop felt very rueful indeed. All his pains and trouble lost, +and nothing to show for it! He shook his head and went away, singing to +himself a little chant he made up on the spot, all out of his own head-- + + "I kept my Crow in a lovely cage, + And taught him wisdom's holy page; + But still 'tis true, whate'er he may know, + A dirty Crow is a dirty Crow." + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Grateful Goat + + +ONCE upon a time a Butcher bought a Goat; but as he was going to kill +the Goat, and make him into meat for the table, the Goat opened his +mouth, and said-- + +"If you kill me, Butcher, you will be a few shillings the richer; but if +you spare my life, I will repay you for your kindness." + +This Butcher had killed many goats in his day, but he never before heard +one of them talk. Goats can talk to each other, as you must have heard; +but most of them do not learn English. So the Butcher thought there must +be something special about this Goat, and did not kill him. + +The Goat felt very grateful that his life had been spared for a few more +happy summers; and when he found himself free, the first thing he did +was to go into the forest to see if he could find some means of repaying +the Butcher's kind deed. + +As he trotted along under the trees, stopping now and then to crop some +tender shoot that came within reach, he met a Jackal. + +"I am glad to see you, Goatee," said the Jackal; "and now I'm going to +eat you." + +"Don't be such a fool," said the Goat. "Can't you see I am nothing but +skin and bones? Wait till I get fat. That's why I am here, just to get +fat; and when I'm nice and fat, you may eat me and welcome." + +The Goat was very skinny, in truth, and he pulled in his breath to make +himself look more skinny. So the Jackal said-- + +"All right, look sharp, and be sure you look out for me on your way +back." + +"I shan't forget, Jackal," said the Goat. "Ta ta!" + +By-and-by he fell in with a Wolf. + +"Ha!" said the Wolf, smacking his lips; "here's what I want. Get ready, +my Goat, for I am going to eat you." + +"Oh, surely not," said the Goat; "a skinny old thing like me!" He drew +in his breath again, and looked very skinny indeed. "I have come here to +fatten myself, and when I'm fat, you shall eat me if you like." + +"Well," said the Wolf, "you don't look like a prize Goat, I grant you. +Go along then, but look out for me when you come back." + +"Oh, I shall look out for you!" said the Goat, and away he trotted. + +By-and-by he came to a church. He went into the church, and there he saw +last Sunday's collection plate, full of gold coins. In that country, any +one would have been ashamed to put coppers into the plate, not because +they were rich, for they were not, but because they were generous. Now, +Goats are not taught that they must not steal, but they think they have +a right to whatever they can get hold of; so this Goat opened his +mouth, and licked up all the sovereigns, and hid them under his tongue. + +The Goat next went to a flower-shop, and asked the man who sold the +flowers to make some wreaths, and cover him up with them, horns and all. +So the man covered him up with flowers, till he looked like a large +rose-bush. Then the Goat popped out a sovereign from his mouth, to pay +the man, and very glad the man was to get so much for his roses. + +Then the Goat set out on his homeward way. He looked out for the Wolf, +as he had promised to do; and when the Wolf saw him coming along, he +thought he was a rose-bush. The Wolf was not at all surprised to see a +rose-bush walking along the road, for many were the strange things he +had seen in his life; and if you come to think of it, this was no +stranger than a Goat that could talk English. + +"Good afternoon, Rose-bush," said the Wolf; "have you seen a Goat +passing this way?" + +"Oh yes," said the Goat, "I saw him a few minutes ago back there along +the road." + +"Many thanks, Rose-bush," said the Wolf; "I am much obliged to you," and +away he ran in the direction in which the Goat had come. + +By-and-by he came to the Jackal. + +"Hullo, Rose-bush!" said the Jackal. "Have you seen a Goat anywhere as +you came along?" + +"Oh yes," replied the Goat, out of the roses; "I saw him just now, and +he was talking to a big Wolf." + +"Good heavens!" said the Jackal, "I must look sharp, if I want some Goat +to-day," and off he galloped, in a great hurry. + +In the evening he got to the Butcher's house. + +"Hullo!" said the Butcher, "what have we here?" He knew that rose-bushes +could not walk, but he could not make out what it was at all. + +"Baa! baa!" said the Goat; "it's your grateful old Goat, come back to +pay you for your kindness." And with these words, he spouted out all the +sovereigns he found in the church, except the one he paid to the +flower-man. + + The Butcher was delighted to see so many sovereigns: + he asked no questions, because he thought it wiser. He + took the sovereigns, and found they were enough + to keep him all his life, without killing any + more goats. So he lived in peace, and + the Goat spent his remaining years + browsing comfortably in the + Butcher's paddock. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Cunning Jackal + +Or, The Biter Bit + + +A JACKAL lived on one side of a deep river, and on the other side were +fields upon fields of ripe melons. The Jackal was always hungry, and he +had eaten everything within reach; so he used to sit on the river bank +and bemoan his luck. "All those ripe melons," said he, "and nobody to +eat them but men. It is really a shame. I don't know what Providence is +doing, to treat me so scurvily." + +Perhaps Providence knew what it was about, and the Jackal, as you shall +hear, deserved no better than he got. + +As he sat one day by the river, moaning and groaning, a big Tortoise +popped up his funny head out of the water. There was a big tear in each +of the Tortoise's round eyes. + +The Jackal stopped moaning and groaning when he saw the Tortoise. +"What's the matter, Shelly?" said he. "Aren't you well?" + +"Quite well, thank you," said the Tortoise, and the tears slowly rolled +down his nose. He was going to call the Jackal Snarly, which was the +nickname the Jackal went by; but he thought better of it, because it +would have been rather rude. All the same, he did not like being called +Shelly in that offhand way. + +"Wife and brats all right?" asked the Jackal. "No measles or mumps?" + +This was also very rude of the Jackal, because a Tortoise is sensitive +about mumps. If he gets mumps when his head is inside his shell, he +can't put it out; and if his head is outside, that is still worse, for +it swells up so that he can't get it in again. + +"No, thank you, my wife is all right," said the Tortoise, who was rather +confused; "at least, she would be all right if I had one, but that's +just it--I can't get a wife! Nobody will look at me! and that is my +trouble," and two more big tears trickled down his nose. + +At this moment an idea came into the Jackal's crafty head. "What a pity +you didn't tell me before," said he; "I could easily have found you a +wife last week, but now she has gone to live on the other side of the +river." + +"Do you really mean it?" said the Tortoise. + +"Honour bright," answered the Jackal; "do I look like a person who would +tell a lie?" He certainly did, only the Tortoise was too simple to see +it. + +The Tortoise rubbed away his tears on a stump, for he had no +handkerchief, and brightened up considerably. + +"I can carry you across, friend," said he, "if you will jump on my +back." + +The Jackal wanted nothing better, so down he jumped on the back of the +Tortoise, and the Tortoise swam across. When they got across, the +Tortoise was quite tired, because the Jackal was very heavy for a +Tortoise to carry. + +A fine time the Jackal had on the further side of the river. He ran +about among the fields, and ate melons till he was nearly bursting. +Every day the Tortoise came to the bank, asking whether the match was +yet arranged, and every day the Jackal told him that all was going well. +"You have no notion how pleased they are," said the Jackal. "Just see +how fat I am getting. They feed me like a fighting-cock, all because of +you." It was indeed because of the Tortoise that the Jackal was so well +fed, but not as he meant it. + +By-and-by the season of melons came to an end, and all that the Jackal +had left were cut and sold in the market. Melons were dear that season, +because the Jackal had eaten so many of them before they could be cut. +Then the Jackal stole a white dress and a veil, and hung them on the +stump of a tree which stood near the river side; and next day, when the +Tortoise popped his funny head out of the water, said the Jackal-- + +"There's your wife at last, old Shelly! There she stands, dumb as a +stone. Not a word will she have to say to you till I am out of the way, +because she is too modest. Come, hurry up, Shell-fish, and take me +across." + +The Tortoise was angry at being called a shell-fish, because tortoises +are not fish at all, and they feel insulted if you call them so. +However, he was so glad to get a wife at last, that he said nothing, +only presented his back for the Jackal to jump on. Flop! came the +Jackal, so heavy by this time that it was all the Tortoise could do to +get him across safely. If he was tired before, he was nearly dead now. +But he swam across at last; and the Jackal ran off into the forest, +chuckling at the simplicity of the poor Tortoise. + +Back went our Tortoise across the river, and climbed up on the bank. + +"Wife!" he called out, in a tender voice. + +No answer. + +Again he called "Wife!" but still no answer. + +He could not make it out a bit. He crawled up to the stump which the +Jackal had decked out in wedding finery, and put out his flapper to +touch his wife's hand: lo and behold, it was only an old tree-stump. + +The rage of the Tortoise knew no bounds, and he determined to have his +revenge. + +Next day the Jackal came down to drink at the river. The Tortoise was +watching for him under water; and while the Jackal was drinking, the +Tortoise nipped his teeth into the Jackal's leg. + +How the Jackal did howl, to be sure! He was a great coward, and even +used to cry when his teeth were pulled out by the dentist. So now he +howled at the top of his voice, "Let me go! Let me go!" + + But the Tortoise held on like grim death. He was + too weak to pull the Jackal under, but he was too heavy + for the Jackal to pull out; so there he bides his time. + By-and-by the tide began to rise. The tide rose to the + Jackal's middle, it rose to his head; and his last howls + came up from underneath the water in big + bubbles, which showed that the crafty + Jackal would play his mean + tricks never more. + + + + +The Farmer's Ass + + +THERE was once a Farmer, who had an Ass. It was the habit of this Ass to +lift up his voice and bray, whenever he heard the church bells +a-ringing. Now in the country where this Farmer lived, they used to +believe that a man's soul passes when he dies into an animal, or +something else. So this Farmer thought that any Ass that was fond of +church bells, must have been a great saint in some former life. +Accordingly, he named his Ass St. Anthony. + +All his life long, this Ass served the Farmer faithfully, and earned him +a great deal of money. At last the Ass died of old age. + +[Illustration] + +The Farmer was very sad and sorry when his Ass died. "My Ass served me +faithfully," said he, "and it's only fair he should have a good +funeral." So he sent for the undertaker, and told him to make a big +coffin, and put it on a hearse, and buried the Ass with great splendour. +Then he shaved off every scrap of hair from his head, as the custom was +in those parts when anybody died, and gave a funeral feast to all his +relations, and dressed himself in black. + +Next time he went to the Grocer's to buy sugar, the Grocer noticed his +head shaved bare, and the black clothes, so he knew some one must be +dead, a relation or a great friend. + +"I am sorry to see you have lost some one," said he; "who is it?" + +"St. Anthony is dead," said the Farmer. + +"Dear me," said the Grocer, "and I never heard of it. How very sad!" +Thought he to himself, "I had best have my head shaved too, or else +people will call me hard-hearted." + +So when the Farmer had bought his sugar, and was gone, the Grocer went +to the Barber and had his head shaved. Then he put on a black coat and +necktie. + +By-and-by a Soldier came to have a chat with his friend the Grocer. + +"Ods bobs!" said he, "what's the matter, man?" + +"St. Anthony is dead," said the Grocer solemnly, and wiped away a tear. + +"You don't say so," said the Soldier. Off he went straight to the +Barber, and made him shave his head; then he bought a piece of crape to +tie round his left arm. + +He told the news to all the men of his regiment, and they all felt so +much sympathy with this soldier that they shaved their heads too. + +Next day on parade, there was the whole regiment shaved to a man. + +"What's the meaning of this?" asked the General. + +The Sergeant saluted, and told him that St. Anthony was dead. + +"Is he? By Jove," said the General, "then I dismiss this parade," and +off he galloped on his war-horse to the nearest Barber, who shaved his +head like the men's. On the way back, he saw the Prime Minister going to +Court. "May I ask," said the Prime Minister suavely, "to what untoward +circumstance is due the erasure of your capillary covering?" + +"St. Anthony is dead," answered the General. + +"Dear, dear," said the Prime Minister, "you don't say so. He was +doubtless an ornament to the party, and it is meet that I should testify +my respect." Then the Prime Minister too went off to get his head +shaved, and appeared before the King without a single hair. + +"What's the matter?" asked the King; "anybody dead, hey, hey, hey?" + +"If it please your Majesty," said the Prime Minister, "St. Anthony is +dead." + +"What a loss for our kingdom," said the King; "what a loss! what a loss! +Excuse me a moment," and away he went to get his head shaved. + +When the Queen saw him, she wanted to know why his head was shaved. + +"St. Anthony is dead," answered the King. + +"And who is St. Anthony?" asked the Queen. + +"I don't know who he is," said the King, "a friend of the Prime +Minister's." + +So the Prime Minister was asked who St. Anthony was; and replied that he +did not himself know him, but the General spoke of him in the highest +terms. The General said that St. Anthony was not a personal friend, but +he was well known in the regiment. After inquiry amongst the men, it was +found that only one of them could tell anything about St. Anthony, and +all he knew was that his friend the Grocer shaved his head in memory of +him. The Grocer referred them to the Farmer, and the Farmer was out in +the fields. + +[Illustration] + +Then the King sent a messenger on horseback to find the Farmer and bring +him to court. The Farmer was brought into court, and when he saw the +King and the Prime Minister and General all in mourning, he was very +much surprised. The King said to him, "Farmer, who is St. Anthony?" + +"If it please your Majesty, he was my Ass." + + The King, and the Prime Minister, and the General + felt very foolish to have gone into mourning for an + Ass. They put off their black clothes, but it was not + so easy to get their hair back again; and so for a + month or two the King, and the Prime Minister, + and the General, and all the regiment of + Body Guards, went about in wigs. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Parrot Judge + + +THERE was once a Fowler who caught a young Parrot. He kept the Parrot in +his house, hoping that it would pick up something to say, but the Parrot +learnt nothing at all. Then he set to work at teaching it; but after six +months the Parrot had only learnt to say two things: one was "Of +course," and the other was "Certainly." + +Seeing that his trouble was wasted, the Fowler took him to market in a +gilt cage, in order to catch the eye of customers. He cried in a loud +voice, "Who'll buy! who'll buy! here's a Parrot which can say anything +in the world! Here's a clever Parrot who knows what he is talking about! +If you want a question answered here's the Parrot to answer you, no +matter what it may be! Who'll buy, who'll buy?" Everybody crowded round +to see the wonderful Parrot. + +The King happened to be passing by, and heard all this to-do about a +Parrot. Said he to the Fowler-- + +"Is it really true about your Parrot?" + +"Ask him, sire," said the Fowler. + +"Parrot," said the King, "do you know English?" + +"Of course," said the Parrot, in a tone of scorn, turning up his beak; +as who should say, "What a question to ask _me_." + +"Can you decide knotty points of law?" the King went on. + +"Certainly," said the Parrot, with great confidence. + +"This is the bird for me," said the King, and asked his price. The price +was a thousand pounds. The King paid a thousand pounds to the Fowler, +and departed. + +A big price, you will say, for a Parrot. So it was; but the King had a +reason for paying it. The Judge of the City had just died, and the King +could not find another. Hundreds of men offered to do the work. Some +wanted too much money, more than the King could pay; some were +reasonable, but knew no law; and the cheaper ones who professed to know +everything were all Germans, whom the King would not have at any price. +When he heard of this wise Parrot, thought he, "Here's my Judge; he will +want no wages but sugar and chickweed, and he will take no bribes." + +So the Parrot was made Judge, and sat on a big throne, with a white wig +and a red robe lined with ermine. + +Next day, the Parrot was in Court, and a case came up for judgment. It +was a murder case, and when the evidence had been heard, the pleader on +the murderer's side finished up his speech by saying, "And now, my Lord, +you must admit that my client is innocent." + +Said the Parrot, "Of course." + +[Illustration] + +Everybody thought this rather odd, because the other side had not yet +been heard; and, besides, the man was caught in the act. However, they +held their tongues and waited. + +Then the prosecutor got up, and made a long speech, at the end of which +he said, "It is no longer possible to doubt that the prisoner at the bar +is guilty. Two witnesses saw him do the deed, and half-a-dozen caught +him just as he was pulling the knife out of the body. I therefore call +upon you, my Lord, to pass sentence of death." + +Said the Parrot, "Certainly." + +At this the King pricked up his ears. The man could not be innocent of +course, and yet certainly guilty, at the same time. So he turned to the +Judge and said-- + +"If you go against evidence so clear, Judge, I shall begin to suspect +that you killed the man yourself." + +Said the Parrot, "Certainly." + +You may imagine the hubbub that arose in Court when the Judge said this! +Everybody saw that the King had made a mistake in his Judge, and even +the King himself began to suspect that something was wrong. So he said, +rather angrily, to the Parrot-- + +"Then it is your head ought to be chopped off." + +Said the Parrot, "Of course." + + "Chop off his head, then," cried the King; and they + took away the Parrot and chopped off his head + without delay; and all the while he was + being dragged along, he called out, + "Certainly," "Certainly," + "Certainly." + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Frog and the Snake + + +A FROG and a Snake had a quarrel as to which could give the more deadly +bite. They agreed to try it on the next opportunity. + +A Man came to bathe in the pond where these two creatures lived. The +Snake bit him under the water, while the Frog floated on the top. +"Something has bitten me!" the Man called out to his friends. + +"What is it?" they asked. + +Then he saw the Frog swimming on the top of the water. "Oh, it's only a +Frog," said he. Then he went away, and no harm came of it. + +The next time that Man came to bathe in the pond, the Frog bit him under +the water, while the Snake swam on the top. + +"Oh dear!" said the Man, "a Snake has bitten me!" The Man died. + +"Now," said the Frog, "you will admit that my bite is more poisonous +than yours." + +"I deny it altogether," said the Snake. + +So they agreed to refer their dispute to the King of the Snakes. The +Snake King listened to their arguments, and decided in favour of the +Snake, and said the Man had died of fright. + +"Of course," grumbled the Frog, "the Snake King sides with the Snake." + + So both of them bit the Frog, and he died, and + that was the end of him. + +[Illustration] + +[Illustration] + + + + +Little Miss Mouse and her Friends + + +THERE was once a little Lady-Mouse that lived in a field. She was all +alone in the world, a little old maid, and she very much wanted a +friend. But every creature turned up his nose at the poor little Mouse, +and not a friend could she get; until at last a Clod of earth took pity +upon her. Then the Mouse and the Clod became firm friends, and went +about everywhere together. The Mouse walked upon her four legs, and the +Clod rolled along like a cricket ball. + +One day the Mouse wanted a bathe; and nothing would serve, but the Clod +must go bathe along with her. In vain the Clod protested that she did +not like water; that she had never washed in her life; that she could +not swim: Miss Mousie would take no denial, and said severely, that if +the Clod had never washed before, it was high time to begin. So at +length the Clod was persuaded, and into the river they went. Mousie went +in first, and the Clod rolled in afterwards; but no sooner had the poor +Clod rolled into the river, than what was Miss Mousie's horror to see +her melt away in the water, and disappear. + +Mousie was now friendless again, and loudly complained to the River that +he had stolen away her favourite Clod. + +"I am very sorry," the River said; "I really couldn't help melting a +thing so soft. I can't give you back your Clod, but I will give you a +Fish instead." + +This comforted Mousie, and she took her Fish and went home. Then she put +the Fish on the top of a post, to dry. Down swooped a big Kite, and flew +away with the Fish. + +"O my poor Fish," wailed Miss Mousie, "to be taken away before we had a +word together." Then she went to the Post, and demanded her Fish back +again. "I gave him to you," said Mousie, "and you are responsible for +him." + +Said the Post, "I am very sorry that I cannot give you back your Fish, +but I will give you some Wood." + +Mousie was grateful for this kindness on the part of the Post. So she +took a piece of Wood in exchange for the Fish. + +Mousie and the Wood went off to buy some sweets at the Confectioner's. +While Mousie was eating the sweets, the Confectioner's wife burnt the +Wood in the fire. + +Mousie finished the sweets, and when she turned round to look for her +Wood, lo and behold it was gone. With tears in her eyes she begged the +Confectioner's wife to give her back the Wood, but the Confectioner's +wife said-- + +"I am very sorry I cannot give you back the Wood, because it is burnt; +but I will give you some Cakes instead." + +This made Miss Mousie happy again, and she took the Cakes. Then she paid +a visit to the Shepherd's pen; and while she was talking to the +Shepherd, a Goat ate up her cakes. + +"Give me back my Cakes, Mr. Shepherd," said Mousie, not seeing the Cakes +anywhere. + +"I'm very sorry I can't do that," answered the Shepherd, "because I am +afraid one of my goats has eaten them; but if you like, you may have a +Kid instead." + +This was better and better. Mousie was charmed with her Kid and led it +off to the music-shop, where she had to pay a bill. While the man was +writing a receipt to the bill, his wife killed the Kid, and began to +roast it for dinner. Mousie looked round, and wanted to know where her +Kid was? + +"I rather think," said the Music-man, "that the nice odour of roast meat +which tickles your nostrils, comes from that Kid. I'm sorry I can't give +you the Kid back, but you may have the best drum in my shop." + +Mousie did not like the Drum so well as her Kid; but needs must, and she +picked out a drum, and went away with it on her shoulder. By-and-by she +came to a place where women were beating rice, to get the grains away +from the husk. She hung up her Drum on a peg, while she watched the +women husking the rice. Bang! flap! a woman drove her pestle right +through the Drum. + +Poor Mousie. It seemed as if her misfortunes would never end. When she +asked the woman for her Drum again, there it was, burst. The tears ran +down her cheeks. + +"We are very sorry," the women all said, "that we cannot give you back +your Drum; but you can have a Girl instead, if you like." + + This brought smiles to Miss Mousie's sad face, and + she dried her tears. The women gave her a nice Girl, + and Mousie took the Girl home. They set up house + together, and planted a crop of corn. The corn ripened, + and they went out to cut it. Miss Mouse was a + wee mousie, and was quite hidden among the + stalks of the corn. While the Girl was + cutting the corn with a sickle, she did + not see poor little Mousie, so she + cut her in two, and that + was the end + of her. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Jackal that Lost his Tail + + +THERE was once a Farmer, who used to go out every morning to work in his +field, and his wife used to bring him dinner at noon. One day, as the +Farmer's wife was carrying out the dinner to the field, she met a +Jackal, who said-- + +"Where are you going?" + +Said she, "To my husband, and this is his dinner." + +Said the Jackal, "Give me some, or I will bite you." + +So the woman had to give the Jackal some of this food. And when her +husband saw it, he said-- + +"What a small dinner you have brought me to-day!" + +"A Jackal met me," replied his wife, "and threatened to bite me if I +gave him none." + +"All right," said the Farmer, "to-morrow I'll settle with that Jackal." + +On the morrow, the Farmer's wife went after the plough, and the Farmer +dressed up in her clothes and carried out the dinner. Again the Jackal +appeared. + +"Give me some of that," said he, "or I'll bite you." + +"Yes, yes, good Mr. Jackal," said the man, "you shall have some, only +don't bite me." + +Then he set down the plate and the Jackal began to eat. + +"Just scratch my back, you, woman," said the Jackal, "while I am eating +my dinner." + +[Illustration] + +"Yes, sir; yes, sir," said the man. He began gently to tickle and +scratch the back of the Jackal, and in the middle, suddenly out with his +knife, and slish! cut off the Jackal's tail. + +The Jackal jumped up and capered about. "Yow-ow-ow!" he went, "what has +come to my tail? Oh dear! how shall I swish away the flies? Oh dear, how +it hurts! Yow-ow-ow!" Away he scuttled, as fast as his legs could carry +him. + +When he got home, all the Jackals came round him, and asked what had +become of his tail. The Jackal was ashamed to have lost his tail, which +was a particularly long and fine tail; but he pretended to like it. + +"Poor fellow!" said the Jackals, "where is your tail?" + +"I had it cut off," said the Jackal, "and good riddance. It was always +in my way. Why, I never could sit down in comfort, and now look here!" +He sat down on the place where his tail used to be, and looked proudly +round. "Now, you try!" said he. + +They all tried, and found that their tails got underneath them when they +sat, and it hurt their tails rather. + +"We never thought of that before," said they; "we must get rid of these +things. Who cut off yours?" + +"A kind Farmer's wife," said the first Jackal. Then he told them where +the Farmer's wife lived. + +That evening, a knock came at the Farmer's door, as the Farmer and his +wife were sitting at tea. + +"Come in!" said the Farmer. + +The door opened, and in trooped a number of Jackals. "Please, Mr. +Farmer," said they, "we want you kindly to cut off our tails." + +"Willingly," said the Farmer; whipt out his knife, and in a jiffy slish! +slish! slish! off came the Jackals' tails. + +"Yow-ow-ow!" went the Jackals, capering about, "we didn't think it would +hurt!" Away they went, and all the woods echoed that night with yowling +and howling. + +When they all got home, they found the first Jackal waiting for them. He +laughed in their faces. "Now we're all alike," said he, "all in the same +boat." + +"Are we?" said the other Jackals, and set on him and tore him to pieces. + +"Now we must have our revenge on the Farmer," said the Jackals when they +had eaten up their friend. So next morning they scampered off to the +Farmer's house. + +The Farmer was out, and his wife was gathering fuel. + +"Good morning, Mrs. Farmer," said the Jackals; "we have come to eat the +Farmer for cutting our tails off." + +"Ah, poor fellow," said the Farmer's wife, "he is dead. When he saw how +it hurt you to have your tails cut off, he just lay down on the bed, and +died of grief." + +"That's unlucky," said the Jackals. + +"But we are preparing the funeral feast," she went on, "you see I am now +getting fuel for it. Will you give us the pleasure of your company to +dinner?" + +"Gladly," said the Jackals; "we should like to see the last of the poor +fellow;" then they ran away. + +At dinner-time, they all came back, and found chairs put for them, and +plates round the table, with the woman at one end. + +"You can sit like Christians now," said the Farmer's wife, "so I have +set you a chair apiece." + +"Thanks," said the Jackals; "that is thoughtful." + +"But I know," the Farmer's wife went on, "what quarrelsome creatures you +are over your meat. Don't you think I had better tie you to your chairs, +and then each will have to keep to his own plateful?" + +"A good plan," the Jackals said, wagging their heads. They had now no +tails to wag, and they had to wag something. So the Farmer's wife tied +them tight to their chairs. + +"But how shall we eat?" said the Jackals, who could not stir a paw. + +"Oh, no fear for that, I'll feed you." + +Then she brought out a steaming mess, and put it in the middle of the +table. All the Jackals sniffed at the steam, and all their eyes were +fixed greedily upon the meat. They began to struggle. + +"Softly, softly, good Jackals!" said the Farmer's wife. + +But what a surprise awaited the Jackals! They were so intent upon +watching the Farmer's wife and the meat, that none of them heard the +door open, and none of them saw the Farmer himself creep softly in, with +a great club in his hand. The first news they had of it was crack! +crack! crack! + +All but three of the Jackals looked round, and they saw these three of +their comrades with their heads smashed in, lolling back in the chairs. +The Farmer held the club poised in the air; down it came crack! on the +head of the fourth Jackal. Then all the others began yowling and +struggling to get free; but in vain, the cords held them fast, they +could not stir; and in five minutes all the Jackals lay dead on the +floor. + + After that the Farmer ploughed in peace, + and no one molested the Farmer's + wife when she brought + his dinner. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Wily Tortoise + + +A FOWLER was bird-catching in the jungle, and snared a wild goose. As he +was carrying home his goose, he sat down by a pond. In this pond lived a +Tortoise, and the Tortoise put up his nose out of the pond to sniff the +air. He saw the Fowler and the Goose, and being a very innocent +Tortoise, he feared no harm, but began to waddle towards them. + +"Take care, friend!" said the Goose. "This Fowler has caught me, and he +will catch you!" + +The Tortoise waddled into the water again. "Many thanks, friend," said +he. "One good turn deserves another." So saying, he dived down into the +pond, and brought up a ruby. + +"Here, Mr. Fowler," said he, "take this ruby, and let my friend the +Goose go." + +The Fowler took the ruby, but he was very greedy, so he said-- + +"If you will bring me a pair to this, I will let the Goose go." + +The Tortoise dived down, and brought up another ruby. Then the Fowler +let go the Goose, and said to the Tortoise, "Now hand over that ruby." + +The Tortoise said, "Forgive me, I have made a mistake, and brought up +the wrong ruby. Let me see the first, and if it does not match, I will +try again." + +The Fowler gave back the first ruby. "As I thought," said the Tortoise. +Down he dived into the pond. + + The Fowler waited a good long time, but nothing + was seen of the Tortoise. As you have guessed, when + the Tortoise found himself safe at the bottom + of the pond, he stayed there. The Fowler + tore his hair, and went home, + wishing he had not been + so greedy. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The King of the Mice + + +FAR away in the forest was the Kingdom of Mouseland. There was a great +city, where every Mouse had his little house, with doors and windows, +tables and chairs, books for the grown-up Mice, and toys for the +children; there were little shops, where the Mice bought clothes and +food, and everything they wanted; there was a little church where they +went on Sunday, and a reverend little Mouse in a little lawn surplice to +preach to them; there was a little palace, and in this palace lived the +little Mouse King. + +Now it happened that a caravan passed through the Kingdom of the Mice. +Not that the men of the caravan knew what a wonderful kingdom they were +in. They thought it was just like any other part of the forest, and if +they did happen to pass a Mouse fortress, or farmyard, they thought them +nothing but heaps of earth. Just so if you were to fly up in a balloon, +and look down on your own house from the air, it would seem like a +little doll's-house, not fit for a child to live in. This caravan, as I +have said, was passing through Mouseland, and encamped in part of it +once to spend the night. One of the Camels was very sick, and as the +owner of the Camel thought it was sure to die, he left it behind when +the caravan went away. + +But the Camel did not die; he very soon got as well as ever he was. And +when he got well he also got hungry; so he strode all over Mouseland, +eating up the crops of the Mice, and treading their houses down, until +at last he came to the Mouse King's park. He ate a great many trees in +the Mouse King's park, and the Keeper went in a hurry and flurry to tell +the King. + +"O King," said he, "a mountain several miles high has walked into your +park, and is eating everything up." + +"We must make an example of this mountain," said the King, "or the whole +earth may be moving next. Sandy," said he to his Prime Minister, who was +a Fox, "go and fetch that mountain to me." + +So Sandy the Prime Minister went to seek the mountain that was eating +the King's park. Next morning, back he came, leading the Camel by his +nose-string. + +When the Camel saw how little the King of the Mice seemed to be, he +began to grunt and gurgle, and sniffed with his funny mouth. You know a +Camel has a mouth which looks as though it had two slits in it, of the +shape of a cross; and when he wants to show his contempt for anything he +pokes out his mouth like a four-leaved clover, and makes you feel very +small. "Hullo," said the Camel, "is this your King? I thought it was the +Lion who sent for me. I would never have come for a speck like this." +Then he turned round, and walked out of court, and began to eat +everything he came across. + +The King was very angry, but what could he do? He had to swallow the +insult, and make the best of it. However, he determined to watch his +chance of revenge; and soon he got it. For after a few days, the Camel's +nose-string became entangled in a creeper, and he could not get away, do +what he would. Then Sandy the Fox came by, and saw him in this plight. +Imagine his joy to see his enemy at his mercy! Off he ran, and soon +brought the King to that place. Then the King said-- + +"O Camel, you despised my words, and see the result. Your sin has found +you out." + +"O mighty King," said the Camel, quite humble now, "indeed I confess my +fault, and I pray you to forgive me. If you will only save me, I will be +your faithful servant." + +The Mouse King was not of a spiteful nature, and as soon as he heard the +Camel ask forgiveness his heart grew soft. He climbed up the creeper, +and gnawed through the Camel's nose-string, and set the Camel free. + +The Camel, I am glad to say, kept his word; and he became a servant of +the Mouse King. He was so big and strong that he could carry loads which +would have needed thousands of Mice to carry; and by his help the King +made very strong walls and forts around his city, so that he had no fear +of enemies. When there was nothing else to do, the Camel even blacked +the Mouse King's boots, rather than be idle. + +So things went on for a long time. But one day some Woodcutters came +into the forest. These men lived all together in a village of their own, +and they used to build houses of wood. When anybody wanted a house, he +told the Woodcutters, and they used to leave their village and go into +the woods. Then they cut down the trees, and sawed them into planks, and +shaped them into the parts of a house. When the house was finished, +they put numbers on all the parts, and took it to pieces again, and put +it on a raft; and the raft floated down the great river to the place +where the house had been ordered. Then they put up the house in a very +short time, because you see it was all ready made, and only had to be +put together. + +These Woodcutters, then, came and settled for a while near the borders +of Mouseland; and in the course of their wanderings they found the stray +Camel. They promptly seized him, and carried him off. + +When Sandy told the King what had happened, the Mouse King was very +angry indeed. He sent a detachment of his bodyguard, armed cap-à-pie, to +fetch the Woodcutters into his presence. The bodyguard captured two of +them, and led them back bound. Then the King demanded his Camel. + +"Pooh, silly little Mouse," said the Woodcutters. "If you want it, you +must fetch it." + +"I will," said the King of the Mice. "Tell your chief, whoever he is, +that I hereby declare war upon him." + +The Woodcutters laughed, and went away. + +Then the Mouse King gathered together all his subjects, millions and +millions of sturdy Mice; and they set out for the village of the +Woodcutters. The Woodcutters had by this time finished their job, and +they had been paid a good round sum of money for it; and the money was +carefully put away, with all the other money they had, in a treasury. + +Now the Mice were not able to meet big Woodcutters in the field, but +they had their own tactics. Night and day they burrowed under the earth. +First they made for the treasury; and though the treasury had stone +walls, they got up easily through the floor, where no danger was +expected, and one by one they carried off every coin from the treasury, +until it was as bare as the palm of your hand. Then they got underneath +all the houses of the village; and thousands and millions of Mice were +busy all day and all night in carrying out little baskets of earth from +beneath the foundations. Thus it happened, that very soon the +Woodcutters' village was standing on a thin shell of earth, and +underneath it was a great hole. + +Now was the time to strike the blow. The layer of earth was so thin, +that the least shock would destroy it. So the Mouse King wrote a letter +to the Woodcutter Chief, asking once more for his Camel, and in the +letter he hid a little packet of snuff. He put the letter in the post, +and waited. + +Next day, as the Woodcutter Chief was sitting in his house, the postman +came to the door--Rat-tat. The footman brought in a letter, and the +Woodcutter Chief opened it. He read it through, and laughed. Then he +waved it in the air, and said, "Let them come." As he waved the letter +in the air, all the snuff fell out of it upon his nose. The Woodcutter +gave a terrific sneeze, Tishoo! Tishoo! The thin shell of earth could +not stand the shock; it trembled, and crumbled, and fell in, and all the +Woodcutters fell in too, and all their village, and nothing was left of +them but a big hole. + +Then the Mouse King and his army went back to Mouseland; and though they +never got the old Camel back (for he was swallowed up along with the +Woodcutters), yet no one ever molested Mouseland again. + + + + +The Valiant Blackbird + + +A BLACKBIRD and his mate lived together on a tree. The Blackbird used to +sing very sweetly, and one day the King heard him in passing by, and +sent a Fowler to catch him. But the Fowler made a mistake; he did not +catch Mr. Blackbird, who sang so sweetly, but Mrs. Blackbird, who could +hardly sing at all. However, he did not know the difference, to look at +her, nor did the King when he got the bird; but a cage was made for Mrs. +Blackbird, and there she was kept imprisoned. + +[Illustration] + +When Mr. Blackbird heard that his dear spouse was stolen, he was very +angry indeed. He determined to get her back, by hook or by crook. So he +got a long sharp thorn, and tied it at his waist by a thread; and on his +head he put the half of a walnut-shell for a helmet, and the skin of a +dead frog served for body-armour. Then he made a little kettle-drum out +of the other half of the walnut-shell; and he beat his drum, and +proclaimed war upon the King. + +As he walked along the road, beating his drum, he met a Cat. + +"Whither away, Mr. Blackbird?" said the Cat. + +"To fight against the King," said Mr. Blackbird. + +"All right," said the Cat, "I'll come with you: he drowned my kitten." + +"Jump into my ear, then," says Mr. Blackbird. The Cat jumped into the +Blackbird's ear, and curled up, and went to sleep: and the Blackbird +marched along, beating his drum. + +Some way further on, he met some Ants. + +"Whither away, Mr. Blackbird?" said the Ants. + +"To fight against the King," said Mr. Blackbird. + +"All right," said the Ants, "we'll come too; he poured hot water down +our hole." + +"Jump into my ear," said Mr. Blackbird. In they jumped, and away went +Blackbird, beating upon his drum. + +Next he met a Rope and a Club. They asked him, whither away? and when +they heard that he was going to fight against the King, they jumped into +his ear also, and away he went. + +Not far from the King's palace, Blackbird had to cross over a River. + +"Whither away, friend Blackbird?" asked the River. + +Quoth the Blackbird, "To fight against the King." + +"Then I'll come with you," said the River. + +"Jump into my ear," says the Blackbird. + +Blackbird's ears were pretty full by this time, but he found room +somewhere for the River, and away he went. + +Blackbird marched along until he came to the palace of the King. He +knocked at the door, thump, thump. + +"Who's there?" said the Porter. + +"General Blackbird, come to make war upon the King, and get back his +wife." + +The Porter laughed so at the sight of General Blackbird, with his thorn, +and his frogskin, and his drum, that he nearly fell off his chair. Then +he escorted Blackbird into the King's presence. + +"What do you want?" said the King. + +"I want my wife," said the Blackbird, beating upon his drum, +rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub. + +"You shan't have her," said the King. + +"Then," said the Blackbird, "you must take the consequences." +Rub-a-dub-dub went the drum. + +"Seize this insolent bird," said the King, "and shut him up in the +henhouse. I don't think there will be much left of him in the morning." + +The servants shut up Blackbird in the henhouse. When all the world was +asleep, Blackbird said-- + + "Come out, Pussy, from my ear, + There are fowls in plenty here; + Scratch them, make their feathers fly, + Wring their necks until they die." + +Out came Pussy-cat in an instant. What a confusion there was in the +henhouse. Cluck-cluck-cluck went the hens, flying all over the place; +but no use: Pussy got them all, and scratched out their feathers, and +wrung their necks. Then she went back into Blackbird's ear, and +Blackbird went to sleep. + +When morning came, the King said to his men, "Go, fetch the carcass of +that insolent bird, and give the Chickens an extra bushel of corn." But +when they entered the henhouse, Blackbird was singing away merrily on +the roost, and all the fowls lay around in heaps with their necks wrung. + +They told the King, and an angry King was he. "To-night," said he, "you +must shut up Blackbird in the stable." So Blackbird was shut up in the +stable, among the wild Horses. + +At midnight, when all the world was asleep, Blackbird said-- + + "Come out, Rope, and come out, Stick, + Tie the Horses lest they kick; + Beat the Horses on the head, + Beat them till they fall down dead." + +Out came Club and Rope from Blackbird's ear; the Rope tied the horses, +and the Club beat them, till they died. Then the Rope and the Club went +back into the Blackbird's ear, and Blackbird went to sleep. + +Next morning the King said-- + +"No doubt my wild Horses have settled the business of that Blackbird +once for all. Just go and fetch out his corpse." + +The servants went to the wild Horses' stable. There was Blackbird, +sitting on the manger, and drumming away on his walnut-shell; and all +round lay the dead bodies of the Horses, beaten to death. + +If the King was angry before, he was furious now. His horses had cost a +great deal of money; and to be tricked by a Blackbird is a poor joke. + +"All right," said the King, "I'll make sure work of it to-night. He +shall be put with the Elephants." + +When night came the Blackbird was shut up in the Elephants' shed. No +sooner was all the world quiet, than Blackbird began to sing-- + + "Come from out my ear, you Ants, + Come and sting the Elephants; + Sting their trunk, and sting their head, + Sting them till they fall down dead." + +Out came a swarm of Ants from the Blackbird's ear. They crawled up +inside the Elephants' trunks, they burrowed into the Elephants' brains, +and stung them so sharply that the Elephants all went mad, and died. + +Next morning, as before, the King sent for the Blackbird's carcass; and, +instead of finding his carcass, the servants found the Blackbird +rub-a-dub-dubbing on his drum, and the dead Elephants piled all round +him. + +This time the King was fairly desperate. "I can't think how he does it," +said he, "but I must find out. Tie him to-night to my bed, and we'll +see." + +So that night Blackbird was tied to the King's bed. In the middle of the +night, the King (who had purposely kept awake) heard him sing-- + + "Come out, River, from my ear, + Flow about the bedroom here; + Pour yourself upon the bed, + Drown the King till he is dead." + +Out came the River, pour-pour-pouring out of the Blackbird's ear. It +flooded the room, it floated the King's bed, the King began to get wet. + +"In Heaven's name, General Blackbird," said the King, "take your wife, +and begone." + + So Blackbird received his wife again, and they + lived happily ever after. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Goat and the Hog + + +A GOAT and a Hog were great friends, and for a long time they lived +together. But they were poor, and one day the Goat said to the Hog-- + +"Good-bye, friend Hog! I am going to seek my fortune." + +"Ugh! ugh! ugh!" said the Hog. It was kindly meant, for that was all the +ignorant Hog could say. He intended to bid good-bye to his friend, and +to wish him good luck. + +[Illustration] + +The Goat trotted along till he came to the nearest town. He found a +grain-shop with nobody in it; so in went our Goat, and ate his fill of +the Grain, and whatever he could find. Then he went into the inner room, +and sat down. + +By-and-by the shopman came in; his little girl was with him, and the +little girl began to cry for sugar. + +"Go and get some out of the cupboard," said the shopman. + +The little girl ran into the inner room to get the sugar, but the Goat +was there. And when the Goat saw the little girl, he cried out, in a +solemn and loud voice-- + + "Little girl, go run, go run, + Or your life is nearly done! + And my crumpled horns I'll stick + Through your little body quick!" + +The little girl ran out shrieking. "What is it, my dear?" said her +father. + +"A demon, father!" she said; "save me from his crumpled horn." + +What a terrible thing to happen in a quiet household! The poor man did +not know what to do. So he sent for all his relations, and they advised +him to try what the parson could do. + +So the Parson was sent for, and the Clerk, and the Sexton, with bell, +book, and candle. They lit the candle, and opened the book (I think it +was a Latin Grammar, which they judged would be enough to scare any +demon), and rang the bell; and then the Parson, with his heart in his +boots, advanced into the room. + +Instantly a horrid groan burst upon his ears (or so he thought), and a +deep voice said-- + + "Parson, fly! or I will poke + This my crumpled horn into you! + You'll admit it is no joke + When you feel its point go through you! + Sexton, dig his grave, and then + Let the Clerk reply, Amen!" + +The Parson dropt his Latin Grammar, and ran away, nor did he stop until +he was safe in his own church. + +At this the Shopman went down on his knees, and put his hands together, +and said-- + +"O most respectable Demon! whoever you are, I pray you do me no harm; +and I will worship you, and offer you anything you may desire." + +Then the Goat came majestically out, walking upon his hind legs, with +his grey beard flowing from his chin, and he said-- + +"Put wreaths and jewels about my neck, and on each of my horns, and +round my paws and my tail, and give me sweetmeats to eat, and I will do +you no harm." + +The Shopman made haste to do all this; he wreathed the Goat with +flowers, and put all his wife's jewels upon the horns and paws, and all +the jewels he could borrow from his neighbours. + +The Goat went home, and showed all this magnificence to his friend the +Hog. The Hog winked his greedy little eyes, and somehow made his friend +understand that he would like some too. Then the Goat told him how he +got the things, and showed him the way to the place. + +So the Hog went to the same shop, and found it empty. The Shopman and +his little girl had gone out to tell all the town what adventures they +had passed through. The Hog grubbed up all he could find to eat, and +then went and sat in the inner room. + +Soon the Shopman and his little girl came back. The little girl ran +inside to take off her little hat, and what does she see but a big black +Hog sitting there! The Hog remembered his lesson, and wanted to say some +terrible thing as the Goat had done; but all he could get out was-- + +"Ugh! ugh! ugh!" + +This did not frighten the little girl at all. She ran out to her father, +saying-- + +"O papa! there is a big black Hog inside!" + +The Shopman got out his knife, and whetted it on the grindstone, and +then he went into the room. + +"Ugh! ugh! ugh!" said the Hog. + + The Shopman said nothing, but stuck his knife into + the Hog. Then there was a squealing and squalling, + if you like! But in two minutes the Hog was dead, + and in two hours he was skinned and cut up, and by + nightfall, the Shopman and his little girl, and all + their friends, were sitting round a delicious + leg of roast pork, and the Sexton rang + the bell for dinner, and the Parson + said grace, and the Clerk + said Amen. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Parrot and the Parson + + +THERE was once a Banker who taught his Parrot the speech of men. The +Parrot made such progress that he was soon able to take part in any +conversation, and he astonished every one by his intelligence. + +One day a Parson came by the Parrot. + +"My respects to your Reverence," said the Parrot. + +The Parson looked all round him, he looked down at his feet, he looked +up into the sky; but no one could he see who might have spoken to him. +He could not make it out; he thought it must have been a ghost. Then the +Parrot spoke again. "It was I who saluted you," said he. The Parrot was +close to the Parson's ear, and now at length the Parson saw him. The +Parrot went on-- + +"O reverend Sir, you teach men how to get free from the chains of their +sins. May it please you to tell me how to escape from this cage?" + +This was a practical question, but the Parson's advice was not usually +asked on such points. He did not know what to say. + +"I fear I can be of no use to you," said he, "but I will consult my +Solicitor." + +The Parson went to see his Solicitor, and paid him six and eightpence. +He might have bought the Parrot, cage and all, for half that; but, as I +said, he was not a practical man. When he told the Solicitor what +business he came about, the Solicitor said nothing at all, but fell down +in a faint. + +"What can I have said to make him faint?" the Parson thought. "Perhaps +it is the hot weather." He poured water over the Solicitor's face, and +by-and-by the Solicitor came to. + +The Parson was much distressed at having thrown away six and eightpence; +but he knew it would be of no use asking the Solicitor to give any of it +back, so he did not try. He went back to the Parrot and said-- + +"Dearly beloved bird, I much regret having no information to give you +which may be of use. The fact is, no sooner did I put your question to +my worthy Solicitor, than he fell down in a dead faint." + +"Oh," said the Parrot, "many thanks, Parson." + +The Parson went away to the parish meeting. When he had gone, the Parrot +stretched himself out on the bottom of his cage, and shut his eyes, and +cocked up his feet in the air. + +By-and-by the Banker came in, and saw his Parrot lying on his back, with +his feet pointing to the sky. + +"Poor Poll," said he, "you're dead, my pretty Poll." + + He opened the door of the cage, and took + out the bird, and laid him on the + ground. Immediately the Parrot + opened his wings and + flew away. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Lion and the Hare + + +ONCE upon a time there was a Lion, who used daily to devour one of the +beasts of the forest. They had to come up one after another, when called +for. At last it came to the Hare's turn to be eaten, and he did not want +to be eaten at all. He lingered and he dallied, and when at last he +plucked up courage to come, he was very late. The Lion, when he saw the +Hare coming, bounded towards him. The Hare said-- + +"Uncle Lion, I know I am late, and you have cause to be angry. But +really it is not my fault. There is another Lion in our part of the +jungle, and he says that he is master, and you are nobody. In fact, when +I showed him that I positively would come to you he was very angry." + +"Ha!" said the Lion, roaring; "who says he is my master? Show him to me. +I'll teach him who rules the forest." + +"Come along then," said the Hare. + +They went a long way, until they came to a well. The Hare looked down +into the well. "He was here just now," said he. + +The Lion looked in, and at the bottom he saw what looked like a Lion in +the water. He shook his mane--the other Lion shook his mane. He +roared--the echo of a roar came up from the bottom of the well. "Let me +get at him!" roared the Lion. In he jumped--splash! Nothing more was +ever heard of that Lion, and the beasts of the forest were glad to be +left in peace. They put their heads together, and composed a verse of +poetry, which is always sung in that forest on Sundays:-- + + "The Hare is small, but by his wit + He now has got the best of it; + By folly down the Lion fell, + And lost his life within the well." + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Monkey's Bargains + + +ONCE upon a time an old Woman was cooking, and she ran short of fuel. +She was so anxious to keep up her fire, that she tore out the hairs of +her head, and threw them upon the flame instead of fuel. + +A Monkey came capering by, and saw the old Woman at her fire. + +"Old Woman," said the Monkey, "why are you burning your hair? Do you +want to be bald?" + +"O Monkey!" quoth the old Woman, "I have no fuel, and my fire will go +out." + +"Shall I get you some fuel, mother?" said the Monkey. + +"That's like your kind heart," said the old Woman. "Do get me some fuel, +and receive an old Woman's blessing." + +The Monkey scampered away to the woods, and brought back a large bundle +of sticks. The old Woman piled the dry sticks on the fire, and made a +fine blaze. She put on her cooking-plank, and made four cakes. + +All this while, the Monkey sat on his tail, and watched her. But when +the cakes were done, and gave forth a delightful odour, the Monkey got +up on his hind legs, and began dancing and cutting all manner of capers +round about the cakes. + +"O Monkey," said the old Woman, "why do you caper and dance around my +cakes?" + +"I gave you fuel," said the Monkey, "and won't you give me a cake?" + +It seems to me that she might have thought of that without being asked; +but she did not, so the Monkey had to ask for it. + +Well, the old Woman gave the Monkey one cake, and the Monkey took his +cake in high glee, and capered away. + +On the way, he passed by the house of a Potter; and at the door of the +Potter's house sat the Potter's son, crying his eyes out. + +"What is the matter, little boy?" asked the Monkey. + +"I am very hungry," whimpered the Potter's son, "and I have nothing to +eat." + +"Will a cake be of any use?" asked the kind Monkey. + +The Potter's little Boy stretched out his hand, and into his hand the +Monkey put his cake. Then the little Boy stopped crying, and ate the +cake, but he forgot to say thank you. Perhaps he had never been taught +manners, but the Monkey felt sad, because that was not the kind of thing +he was used to. + +The Potter's little Boy then went into the shop, and brought out four +little earthenware pots, and began to play with them. He took no more +notice of the Monkey, now that he had eaten his cake; but when the +Monkey saw these earthenware pots, he began to dance and cut capers +round them, like mad. + +"Why are you dancing round my pots?" asked the little Boy. "Are you +going to break them, Monkey?" + +The Monkey replied, capering about all the while-- + + "One old Woman, in a fix, + Made me go and gather sticks; + Then she gave me, for the sake + Of the fuel, one sweet cake. + That sweet cake to you I gave: + In return, one pot I crave." + +The Potter's little Boy was very much afraid of this dancing and singing +Monkey, and perhaps he was a little bit ashamed of his ingratitude; so +he gave the Monkey one of his four pots. + +Away capered the Monkey, in high glee, carrying his pot. By-and-by he +came to a place, where was a Cowherd's wife making curds in a mortar. + +"What an odd thing to do, Mrs. Cowherd," said the Monkey. "Have you a +fancy for making curds in a mortar?" + +"No," said the Cowherd's wife, "but I have nothing better to make my +curds in." + +"Here's a pot which will do better than a mortar to make curds in," said +the Monkey, offering the pot which he had received from the little Boy. + +"Thank you, kind Mr. Monkey," said the Cowherd's wife. She took the pot +and made curds in it. She took out the curds from the pot, and put them +ready for eating, and some butter beside them. The Monkey watched her, +sitting upon his tail. + +Then the Monkey got up off his tail, and began to dance and cut capers +round the curds and the butter. + +"Why are you dancing about my butter?" said the Cowherd's wife. "Do you +want to spoil it?" + +Then the Monkey began to sing, as he capered about-- + + "One old Woman, in a fix, + Made me go and gather sticks; + Then she gave me, for the sake + Of the fuel, one sweet cake. + Potter's son ate that, and he + Gave a pot instead to me. + Since to you I gave that pot, + Give me butter, will you not?" + +The wife of the Cowherd was much pleased with this song, as she was fond +of music. "If your kindness," said she, "had not already earned the +butter, your pretty song would be worth it." Then she gave him a good +lump of butter. + +Off went the Monkey in high glee, capering along with the lump of butter +wrapped up in a leaf. As he went, he came to another place, where a +Cowherd was grazing his kine. The Cowherd was sitting down at that +moment, and enjoying his dinner, which consisted of a hunk of dry bread. + +"Why do you eat dry bread, Mr. Cowherd?" asked the Monkey. "Are you +fasting?" + +"I am eating dry bread," quoth the Cowherd, "because I have nothing to +eat with it." + +"What do you say to this?" said the Monkey, cutting a caper, and +offering to the Cowherd his lump of butter, wrapped up in a leaf. + +"Ah," said the Cowherd, "prime." Not another word said he, but spread +the butter upon his dry bread, and set to, with much relish. + +The Monkey sat on his tail, and watched the Cowherd eating his meal. +When the meal was eaten, up jumped the Monkey, and began capering and +dancing, hopping and skipping, round and round the herd of kine. + +"Ah," said the Bumpkin, "what are you a-doing that for?" The Bumpkin was +so ignorant that he thought the Monkey wanted to bewitch his cattle, and +dry up all their milk. + +The Monkey went on with his skips and capers, and as he capered, he sang +this ditty:-- + + "One old Woman, in a fix, + Made me go and get her sticks; + Then she gave me, for the sake + Of the fuel, one sweet cake. + Potter's son the sweet cake got, + Gave me, in return, one pot. + Cow-wife had the pot, and she + Butter gave instead to me. + This I gave to you just now: + Will you give me, please, one cow?" + +"Ah," said the Bumpkin, "'spose I must." He was afraid of the Monkey's +spells, and so he gave him a cow. + +Away capered the Monkey, in high glee, leading his cow by a string. "I +am indeed getting on in the world," said he. + +By-and-by, what should he see coming along the road, but the King +himself. The King was fastened to the shafts of a cart, which he was +slowly dragging along; and jogging by the side of this cart was an ox; +and upon the ox sat the Queen. This King had very simple tastes, and so +had the Queen. + +"O King," said the Monkey, "why are you dragging your cart with your own +royal hands?" + +"This is the reason, O Monkey!" said the King. "My ox died in the +forest, and I drag the cart because this cart will not drag itself." + +"Come, sire," said the Monkey, "I don't like to see a King doing +draught-work. Take this cow of mine, and welcome." + +"Thank you, good and faithful Monkey," said the King. He mopped his +brow, and yoked in the cow. + +The Monkey began to dance and caper, jump and skip, round the Queen. + +"What is the matter, worthy Monkey?" asked the King. + +The Monkey began his ditty:-- + + "One old Woman, in a fix, + Made me go and gather sticks; + Then she gave me, for the sake + Of the fuel, one sweet cake. + Potter's son the sweet cake got, + Gave me in its place, one pot. + Cow-wife had the pot, and she + Butter gave instead to me. + Bumpkin ate the butter, then + Paid me with this cow again. + Keep the cow, but don't be mean: + All I ask for, is the Queen." + +This seemed reasonable enough, so the King gave his Queen to the Monkey. + +Away went the Monkey, capering along, and the Queen walked after (you +see the King could not part with his ox as well as the Queen). + +By-and-by they came to a Man sewing a button on to his shirt. + +"Why, Man," said the Monkey, "why do you sew on your own buttons?" + +"Because my wife is dead," said the Man. + +"Here is a nice wife for you," said the Monkey. He gave the Queen to the +Man. The Monkey then began his capers again, but all he could find to +caper about, was a drum. + +"You may have that drum, if you like," said the Man. "I only kept it +because its voice reminded me of my wife, and now I have another." + +"Thank you, thank you!" said the Monkey. "Now I am rich indeed!" Then he +began to beat upon the drum, and sang:-- + + "One old Woman, in a fix, + Made me go and gather sticks; + Then she gave me, for the sake + Of the fuel, one sweet cake. + Potter's son the sweet cake got, + Gave me in its place, one pot. + Cow-wife had the pot, and she + Butter gave instead to me. + Bumpkin ate the butter, then + Gave a cow to me again. + King took cow, but was not mean, + For he paid me with a Queen. + Now I have a drum, that's worth + More than any drum on earth. + You are worth a queen, my drum! + Rub-a-dub-dub, dhum dhum dhum!" + + So the Monkey capered away into the forest in + high glee, beating upon his drum, and he + has never been heard of since. + + + + +The Monkey's Rebuke + + +IN a certain village, whose name I know (but I think I will keep it to +myself), in this village, I say, there was once a Milkman. I daresay you +know that a Milkman is a man who sells milk; but I have seen milkmen who +also sell water. That is to say, they put water in the milk which they +sell, and so they get more money than they deserve. This was the sort of +Milkman that my story tells of; and he was worse than the more part of +such tricksters, since he actually filled his pans only half full of +milk, and the other half all water. The people of that village were so +simple and honest, that they never dreamt their Milkman was cheating +them; and if the milk did seem thin, all they did was to shake their +heads, and say, "What a lot of water the cows do drink this hot +weather!" + +By watering his milk, this Milkman got together a great deal of money: +ten pounds it was, all in sixpences, because the villagers always bought +sixpennyworth of milk a day. + +When the Milkman had got ten pounds, that is to say, no less than four +hundred silver sixpences, he thought he would go and try his tricks in +another place, where there were more people to be cheated. So he put his +four hundred silver sixpences in a bag, and set out. + +[Illustration] + +After travelling a while, he came to a pond. He sat down by the pond to +eat his breakfast, laying his bag of sixpences by his side; and after +breakfast, he proceeded to wash his hands in the pond. + +Now it so happened that this was the very pond where the Milkman came to +water his milk. He came all this way out of the village, because he did +not want to be seen by the people of the village. But there was one who +saw him; and that was a Monkey, who lived in a tree which overhung the +pond. Many a time and oft had this Monkey seen the Milkman pour water +into the milk-cans, chuckling over the profit he was to make. This was a +very worthy and well-educated Monkey, and he knew just as well as you or +I know, that if you sell milk, you should put no water in it. When the +Man stooped down to wash his hands in the pond, quietly, quietly down +came the Monkey, swinging himself from branch to branch with his tail. +Down he came to the ground, and picked up the bag of sixpences, and +then up again to his perch in the tree. + +[Illustration] + +The Monkey untied the mouth of the bag, and took out one sixpence, and, +click! dropped it into the pond. The Milkman heard a tiny splash, but it +did not trouble him, because he thought it was a nut or something that +had fallen from the tree. Click! another sixpence. Click! went a third. + +By this time the Milkman's hands were dry, and he looked round to pick +up his bag, and get him gone. But no bag! Click! click! went the +sixpences all this while; and now the Milkman began to look around him. +Before long he espied the Monkey sitting on a branch with his beloved +bag, and--O horror! dropping sixpences, click! click! click! one after +another into the pond. + +"I say, you Monkey!" shouted he, "that's my bag! What are you doing? +bring me back my bag!" + +"Not yet," said the Monkey, and went on dropping the sixpences, click! +click! click! + +The Milkman wept, the Milkman tore handfuls of hair out of his head; but +the Monkey might have been made of stone for all the notice he took of +the Milkman. + +At last the Monkey had dropt two hundred sixpences into the pond. Then +he tied up the mouth of the money-bag, and threw it down to the Milkman. +"There, take your money," said the Monkey. + +"And where's the rest of my money?" asked the Milkman, fuming with rage. + +"You have all the money that is yours," said the Monkey. "Half of the +money was the price of water from this pond, so to the pond I gave it." + + The Milkman felt very much ashamed of himself, and + went away, a sadder but a wiser man; and never again + did he put water in his milk. And that is why + I have not told you the name of the village + where he lived; for now that he has + turned over a new leaf, it would + hardly be fair to rake up + his old misdeeds + against him. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Bull and the Bullfinch + + +UNDER a certain tree lived a wild Bull, and a Bullfinch had his nest in +the branches. A Bull in a field is vicious enough, as I daresay you +know; but a wild Bull is worse than anything. Wild Bulls are +tremendously strong, and they can fight with almost any beast of the +forest, even Lions and Tigers. + +This wild Bull used to attack every creature that came near; and that, +not for the sake of food, as Lions and Tigers do, but out of pure +mischief. When the creature (were he man or beast) was killed, this wild +Bull would leave the corpse lying, and begin to eat grass. But the +little Bullfinch harmed nobody, unless it were a worm he would eat now +and again for a treat. All day long he hopped about, picking up seeds, +and singing away with all his throat. Many a time he saw the wild Bull +gore some creature to death; and when he saw such things, tears would +roll out of his eyes, because he could do nothing to help. + +At last he thought to himself that he could at least warn the wild Bull +of his wickedness, and clear his own conscience. So one morning, when +the wild Bull was sitting under his tree, and looking around him, +Bullfinch piped up, and said-- + +"Good brother Bull, I suppose we are akin somehow or other, because of +our names." + +"Yes, I daresay it may be so, Cousin Bullfinch," said the Bull. + +"Well," says the Bullfinch, "allow me the right of a near kinsman to say +something to you." + +"All right, go ahead," said the Bull gruffly. + +"Well," said the Bullfinch, clearing his throat (for he was a little +frightened), "don't you know that murder is a very evil deed, and yet +you do it every day of your life?" + +"Impertinent speck!" said the Bull, getting up and walking away. He +thought it cheeky that a bird so little should presume to rebuke a great +big Bull. He did not remember, you see, that big bodies are often big +fools, and precious goods are done up in small parcels. The warning of +the little Finch was as the blowing of the wind; at least, so it seemed +at the time, though afterwards (as you shall hear) the Bull did remember +it. + +So the Bull went on tossing and goring all that came within reach; and +now he would have nothing to say to the poor little Bullfinch. + +This went on, until one night a certain Lion had a dream. This Lion was +King of the Forest, and he could conquer any creature who fought with +him. In his dream the Lion thought that an angel stood before him, and +said: "O Lion! in such a place, under a tree, lives a wild Bull, who +does cruel murders every day upon innocent folk. By that tree is good +pasture, and the wild Bull has grown very fat. I think he would make a +nice meal for you; and at the same time you would be doing a good +action in ridding the world of such a monster." + +When day dawned, the Lion made no delay, but set out at once towards the +place of the wild Bull. By-and-by he caught scent of the Bull, and then +he uttered a terrible roar. The Bull heard the roar and was afraid; and +still more feared he, when he saw this Lion approach, whom he knew to be +the King of the Forest, and invincible. + +"O Bull!" roared the Lion, "your hour has come. I am come to eat you, as +a just punishment for your sins, and also because I am hungry." + +At this the Bull trembled greatly, for he knew now that his sins had +found him out. His knees gave way beneath him, and he was just about to +sink to the ground, when the words of the Bullfinch came into his mind. +Then he said-- + +"O mighty Lion! I have indeed deserved to be eaten, but I beg of you one +last favour. Give me leave to bid farewell to a little kinsman of mine, +Cousin Bullfinch, who lives in this tree, and at this moment is picking +up seeds not far off." + +The Lion was a good fellow, and had no wish to be hard on the Bull, so +he said: "I give leave, O Bull, if you will promise on your honour to +come back and be eaten." + +The Bull gave his word that he would come back, and then went slowly +away in search of the Bullfinch. + +Master Bullfinch was at the moment eating his frugal breakfast of seeds. +Suddenly he was aware that the wild Bull was approaching. He looked up, +and seeing the dejected air of the Bull, he greeted him as cheerfully +as he could, and then asked what the matter was? This Bullfinch bore no +manner of grudge for the Bull's rudeness, because in his little body was +a great heart, and he never thought of mean things. + +"O Finchy, Finchy!" moaned the Bull, "look upon me for the last time! A +hungry Lion has come to devour me, and it is of no use to resist; for he +says that an angel has sent him to punish me for my sins." + +"Poor old chap!" said the Bullfinch, "tell me all about it." + +Then the wild Bull told him the dream which the Lion had seen. + +"Ah," said the Bullfinch, "that is curious." + +"Why?" asked the Bull. + +"Because," said the Bullfinch, "I too had a dream last night, which I +think the Lion ought to hear." + +The wild Bull was not interested in the Bullfinch's dream; would you be +interested in dreams, I wonder, if you expected to be eaten the next +minute? However, he said nothing; and when Bullfinch fluttered his +wings, and flew away towards the Lion, our friend the wild Bull followed +slowly behind. + +"Good morning, King Lion," said the little bird. "So you have had a +dream?" + +"Yes," said the Lion, and then he told the Bullfinch his dream. + +"I had a dream too," said the Bullfinch, "and this it was. I dreamt that +the same angel who came to you, came afterwards to me, and said, 'O +Bullfinch! when the Lion comes to eat your friend the Bull, tell him +that he was sent not to destroy, but to cure; and that now the Bull +repents of his evil ways, the Lion may go back again to his forest.'" + +"Oh, I am so glad!" said the Lion. "I am hungry, it is true, but I +daresay I can find some other creature, who has committed no sins, and +wants no curing. So good-bye, friend Bull, and don't do it again." So +saying, the Lion shook hands with both of them, and went to look for a +fawn. + + Then the Bull, wild no longer, thanked his friend the + Bullfinch for saving his life, and they became faster + friends than ever. The Bull gored no more creatures, + indeed he welcomed them as his guests; and in the fat + pastures around that tree you might have seen, if you + had been there, whole herds of deer and antelopes + grazing without any fear; and the Bull lived + in their midst to a green old age, till + he died respected and went + to a happier world. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Swan and the Crow + + +ONCE upon a time, two Swans had to leave home on account of a famine; +and they settled by a lake in a distant land. By the side of this lake +lived a Carrion Crow. The Swans built a nest, and Mrs. Swan laid two +beautiful round eggs in the nest, and sat upon them. She had to sit on +the eggs for weeks, in order to keep them warm, so that the little ones +might grow up inside and be hatched. While she sat there, the Crow used +to help Mr. Swan to find food for his wife; and when the cygnets came +out of their shells, the Crow helped to feed them also. + +So all went happily for a time, and Mr. and Mrs. Swan were deeply +grateful to the kind Crow. But Crows are not kind without some reason, +and what this Crow's reason was, you shall now hear. + +Time went on, and one day Mr. Swan said to Mrs. Swan-- + +"My dear, the famine must be over by this time. What do you say? shall +we go home again?" + +"I am ready," Mrs. Swan said, "and we can start to-morrow if you like." + +"Stop a bit," says Mr. Crow, "I have a word or two to say first." + +"Why, what do you mean?" the Swans said, both together. + +"I mean," said the Crow, "that you may go, if you like, but these +cygnets are as much mine as yours, and may I be plucked if I let them go +with you!" + +"Yours!" said Mrs. Swan. "Who laid the eggs? who hatched them?" + +"And who fed them, I should like to ask?" said the Crow, with a +disagreeable laugh: "Caw, caw, caw!" + +Here was a bolt from the blue! The Crow stuck to it, and the end of all +was, that Mrs. Swan stayed behind to look after her little ones, while +Mr. Swan flew off to lay a complaint in court against the greedy Crow. + +But you must not suppose that this Crow meant to sit still, and let the +Swan have things all his own way. Not he; off he flew secretly to the +Judge, and to the Judge said he-- + +"O Judge, a Swan is going to lodge a false charge against me, and I want +your help!" + +"If it is false," said the Judge, "you want help from no one." + +"Caw, caw, caw!" said the Crow, "you understand me." Then this vulgar +Crow winked one eye at the Judge. + +"Hm, hm," said the Judge, looking at the Crow. It is a pity to say it, +but it is quite true, that this Judge was an unjust Judge; and he was +ready to give any decision, right or wrong, so long as he was bribed +well for his trouble. In that country, you see, there was no jury to +decide matters, but all power lay in the hands of the Judge. + +The Judge winked one eye at the Crow. Then he said, very softly, "~What +will you give me?~" + +"Silver and gold have I none," said the Crow, "but I'll tell you what I +will do. I'll carry your father's bones to the Holy Land, and bury them +in Jerusalem, and then your father will be sure to go to heaven." + +The Judge was so foolish that he really believed his father would go to +heaven at once, if only his bones were buried in Jerusalem, although his +father had been as wicked as himself while he was alive. So he agreed to +the Crow's proposal. + +When the case came into court, of course the Judge gave decision in +favour of the Crow, though there was no evidence on his side except his +own word: and who but a fool would trust the word of a Carrion Crow? +When the court rose, the Crow flew to the house of the Judge, and asked +for the bones of the Judge's father. So the Judge tied up his father's +bones in a bag, and hung the bag round the Crow's neck. Away flew the +Crow, but he didn't fly far; for as the Judge watched him, the Crow +hovered over a filthy drain; and untying the bag, began dropping the +bones one by one into the mud. + +"Hi, you brute!" shouted the Judge, "what are you doing!" + +"Oh, you pumpkin!" said the Crow, "did you verily think that I should +take the trouble to carry your father's rotten old bones to Jerusalem? +No, no; I only wanted to see what rogues the race of Judges can be. +Caw!" Flop! went the last bone into the mud, and away flew the Crow, and +never came back there any more. + +[Illustration] + + So the Judge had to pick his father's bones out of + the gutter. And the next thing he had to do was to + reverse his own decision, and give the Swan his + young ones again; because, you see, a great many + people had heard what the Crow said to the Judge, + and knew (if they didn't know it before) that the + Judge was a rogue. So the Swan got his young ones + back, and as for the Judge, he became the + laughing-stock of the whole city, and he + was obliged to go and try his + tricks elsewhere. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Pride shall have a Fall + + +THERE was once a great drought in the land. For weeks and months not a +drop of rain fell; and the sun beat down, and dried up the whole +country, so that there was no water to be found. Now there was a certain +pond in that country; and as day after day the sun blazed, the water +sank lower and lower, until it was hardly an inch deep. Numbers of Frogs +used to live in this pond; but as the water dried the Frogs died, so +that the dry mud on the banks of the pond was covered all over with dead +bodies of Frogs. + +There came a Jackal out of the forest. He was glad to see this pool, +because the pool where he used to drink had been quite dried up. So he +made a little platform of mud, and stuck up four posts at the four +corners; and then he gathered bundles of dry grass, and put them upon +the top of the four posts for a thatch. Then his eye fell on the corpses +of Frogs lying about; and being a foolish animal, he thought these +corpses were uncommonly pretty. And what do you think he did? He +gathered a lot of the dead Frogs and hung a fringe of them all round the +thatch; and in each of his ears he hung a dead Frog, like an earring. + +From far and near swarms of Rats used to come to this pond for drinking, +since it was the only water to be found for a long distance, and all the +rest was dried up. Then the Jackal kept guard over the pool; and not a +drop might any Rat so much as taste, unless he would first bow down and +worship the Jackal, and sing the following psalm, which the Jackal made +up himself:-- + + "A temple all of gold I found, + With golden lamps hung all around; + And see! the God himself is here, + With two big pearls in either ear." + +Even a Rat can tell a dead Frog from a pearl, but willy nilly he needs +must sing it, or else no water. So when the Rat had sung this psalm, and +bowed himself down three times before the Jackal, worshipping him as if +he were a God, he was allowed to go down and take a sip of the water. + +One day, what should come down to the water to drink but an Ox with one +eye. + +"Ho! ho! one-eyed Ox!" screamed the Jackal, "not a drop till you sing +your psalm." + +The Ox blinked his one eye stupidly, and looked round. "What psalm?" +asked the one-eyed Ox. + +"Mine," said the Jackal, who was very proud of his psalm, "my own +composition." Then he sang it over to the Ox, that he might hear it. + + "'A temple all of gold I found--' + +"That's this, you know," he explained, pointing to the scraggy thatch-- + + "A temple all of gold I found, + With golden lamps hung all around; + And see! the God himself is here, + With two big pearls in either ear." + +"Ah," said the one-eyed Ox, "I'm rather stupid, I fear, and it will take +me a minute or two to learn that psalm. It's a mighty fine psalm, that; +I never heard the like in church. Suppose I say it over to myself while +I'm a-drinking? that will save time, and it would be a thousand pities +to spoil a thing like that." + +This flattered the Jackal so much that he agreed. + +One-eye went down to the pool, and took a long, long pull at the water. +Then he came out of the water, and went slowly up to the Jackal, as he +was sitting under his thatch, with its string of dead Frogs, and the two +Frogs in the Jackal's ears. + +"Now then, booby!" the Jackal said, "look sharp, the God is waiting." + +The Ox opened a big mouth, and in a very hoarse voice he sang-- + + "A nasty dirty thatch I found, + With dried-up Frogs hung all around; + And see! the mangy Jackal here, + With two dead Frogs in either ear." + +You may imagine the rage of the Jackal to hear this! He fairly foamed at +the mouth. "You blasphemous beast!" screamed he, "I'll teach you to +abuse a God!" And with that he jumped down off his seat, and gave chase. + +Away scuttled the Ox; and as he ran, the water he had been drinking went +gurgling inside him, flippity-flop, flippity-flop. + +This sound rather frightened the Jackal. "What's that?" he cried. + +"A dog at your heels," said the Ox. + + The Jackal was so scared at the very name of dog, + that he turned about in no time, blind with terror, + and away he scampered as hard as he could pelt. + He was so frightened, that he did not see where + he was going; so he ran straight into + the midst of a pack of hounds, who + made short work of the + conceited Jackal. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Kid and the Tiger + + +A NANNY-GOAT and a Tigress were near neighbours in a certain wood, and +fast friends to boot. The Tigress had two tiger-cubs; and the family of +the Nanny-goat were four frolicksome kids, named Roley, Poley, Skipster, +and Jumpster. + +But the Tigress was jealous of her friend the Nanny-goat, because Nanny +had four young ones, while she had only two. One day, as she was musing +on the injustice of her fate, she thought to herself, "What if I eat up +two of Nanny's kids, and then things will be equal? They do say, friends +have all things in common." So to Nanny-goat she hied, and said she-- + +"Sister Nanny, my little ones have gone out, and I am very lonely at +home. Do let one of your dear kiddies come and sleep with me, for +company. Will you, please?" + +"Gladly will I, sister," said honest Nanny-goat, thinking no evil of her +friend. Then she ran out to the fields, where Roley and Poley were +rolling over each other, and Jumpster was jumping over the back of +Skipster. + +"Children, children!" said Nanny-goat, "a treat for you! A kind friend +has asked one of you out to spend the night." + +"Baa baa baa!" cried the Kids, running up; and then three of them called +out all together, dancing about old Nanny, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me +go!" But the fourth, who was a wise little imp (and Roley it was, to be +sure), asked in a quiet tone, "Who is it, Mammy Nanny-goat?" + +"Why, who should it be but your Aunt Yellowstripe?" said Nanny. + +At this they all looked rather crestfallen; for although Nanny-goat +loved her friend dearly, all the youngsters were afraid of her, for what +reason they could not say. Children have a way of finding out their +friends; and these Kids had noticed at times a gleam in the eyes of +Auntie Yellowstripe, which boded ill to little Kids. + +"No-o, thank you, Mammy Nanny-goat," said Skipster, skipping away. + +"No-o-o, thank you, Mammy," said Jumpster, and jumped after her. + +"No-o-o-o, thank you," said Poley, and rolled away by himself. + +Why did Poley roll away by himself? Because Roley stayed behind. Roley +did not say No, thank you; on the contrary, he said Yes. Why Roley said +yes instead of no, was his own concern; and I think Roley knew what he +was about. + +This was how Roley went with the Tigress; and that night the Tigress put +him to sleep by her side. She cuddled him up, and made a great fuss of +him, thinking to herself, "Soft words cost nothing; and when he is fast +asleep, we shall see what we shall see." + +But Roley was no such fool as the Tigress thought him. So he did not go +to sleep, but only pretended; and no sooner did Dame Yellowstripe begin +to snore, than up jumps Roley, as soft as you please, and fetches out +one of Yellowstripe's own cubs, who were sleeping away at the back of +the cave. He laid the cub in his own place, and went into the corner to +sleep with the other cub. + +About midnight the Tigress awoke, and as she felt the warm little thing +nestling beside her, she chuckled to herself. Then she gave him one tap +with her mighty paw; crack! went his neck, and his dancing days were +over; the Tigress gobbled him up, skin, bones, and teeth. It was pitch +dark, you know, and she could not see that she was eating her own cub. +"One less of the brood now," thought the Tigress; turned over, and went +to sleep again. + +Next morning, they all woke up; and Yellowstripe, to her dismay, saw +that Roley was rolling about, right as a trivet. She looked round for +her own cubs, and lo and behold! one was missing. At first she could not +make it out in the least; but when it dawned upon her what had happened, +she nearly turned yellow all over with rage and disappointment. + +"Did you have a good night, Roley dear?" said she in a wheedling tone to +the Kid. + +"Oh yes, Auntie," said the little Kid, "only a gnat bit me." + +This astonished the Tigress, who thought that the Kid must be stronger +than he appeared to be. "Never mind," said she to herself; "come +to-night, we shall see what we shall see." + +That night all went as before; only this time Roley put a huge stone in +his place, and then he ran off as fast as his legs could carry him. When +the Tigress awoke, she gave a pat to the stone: it hurt her paw sadly. + +"Good heavens," said she, "what a mighty Kid it is, to be sure! I must +make short work of him now I have the chance, or there is no knowing +what may happen. When he grows up, he may kill me." So she gave a fierce +bite at the stone, and broke all her front teeth. + +Now the Tigress' fury knew no bounds. She went raging about the cave, +hunting in every corner for Roley; but Roley was not to be found, +because, as I have told you, he was not there. So the Tigress was forced +to wait until morning for her revenge. + +All night long the Tigress lay awake with the pain of her teeth; and +when morning came, she sought out a familiar friend to take counsel +with. This friend was an old one-eyed Tiger. The Tigress and the +one-eyed Tiger talked for a long time together, and as they talked they +walked. When they came to the end of their talk, their walk was also at +an end, and they found themselves at the mouth of Yellowstripe's den. +There in the den, as calm as you please, playing with the one remaining +Tiger cub, was Roley. + +"Ha ha," laughed One-eye, "so there you are. Let us sit down, and I will +tell you a story." + +"Do, do, Nuncle One-eye," cried Roley. + +So they all sat down, and One-eye began. "When I eat little Kids," said +One-eye, "four of them make me a mouthful; and I'm coming one of these +days to make one mouthful of you and your brother and sisters." + +"Capital, capital, Nuncle One-eye!" said Roley, clapping his paws; +"what good stories you do tell, Nuncle One-eye! Now I'll tell you a +story. When you come to eat us up, Skipster will hold you by the +forelegs, and Jumpster will hold you by the hind legs, and Poley will +hold your head, and Roley will chop it off, if only mother will give us +a light." + +This terrified One-eye extremely, for he was a great coward. He thought +it all as true as gospel, so he took to his heels, and left Yellowstripe +in the lurch. + +On the way, he met six other Tigers, friends of his. "Oh my friends!" +said he, "I have such a treat for you! A fine fat Kid, crying out to be +killed! Come along, come along, I'll show you the way, and all I ask is +the pleasure of serving you." Cunning old One-eye! + +The six Tigers believed all that One-eye said, and away they all trotted +together towards the place where Roley lived. They knew he would go home +sooner or later; and indeed he was there already, and saw them coming, +so he climbed up a tree. Goats are wonderfully good at climbing rocks, +but I think most of them cannot climb trees; still, whatever may be true +of other goats, Roley could. If it were not so, this story would never +have been written. So Roley climbed up a tree, and sat on a branch, with +his legs all dangling in the air. + +The first Tiger gave a jump, and missed him. Number two gave a jump, and +missed him. They all jumped, one after another, and not one of them +could touch Roley; who sat and laughed at them so heartily, that he +nearly fell off his perch. + +At last, when they were tired of jumping, and jumping, up gets old +One-eye, and says, "I know how to get at him. I'll stand here, and you +get on my back, and then the rest of you one a-top of another, and then +we shall catch him nicely." They all thought this an excellent idea; so +One-eye propped his old carcass against the tree, and the other Tigers +mounted one on another's shoulders, until there they were, all seven in +a pyramid. Then the topmost Tiger stretched out his paw, and all but got +hold of Roley. + +Thereupon One-eye cocked up his solitary eye, to see how things were +going on up aloft; and seeing this, Roley called out-- + +"Mother, give me a lump of mud, and I'll hit the brute in his sound eye, +and then we will finish him off." + + When One-eye heard this, he gave a great start, and + down toppled the whole seven in a heap, one a-top of + the next, spitting and roaring and scratching. They + were so much taken aback, that they imagined all sorts + of powerful beasts to be fighting with them, when it was + only their own selves, biting each other; and the + end of all was, that as soon as the seven Tigers + had each got his four legs to himself, off + they went helter-skelter into the forest, + and never more troubled Mammy + Nanny-goat and her four + frolicsome + Kids. + + + + +The Stag, the Crow, and the Jackal + + +ONCE upon a time there was a Stag living in a certain jungle, and in the +same jungle lived a Crow. These two were bosom friends. Why a Stag +should take a fancy to a Crow, I cannot say; but so it was; and if you +do not believe it, you had better not read any further. + +It so befell that a Jackal came by one day, and his eye fell on this +Stag, and a fine plump Stag he was. The Jackal's mouth began to water. +How he would like to make a meal of so dainty a piece of flesh. But he +knew it was of no use trying to attack the Stag, who seemed very strong. +Still, by hook or by crook, that Stag he would have. So in the depths of +his cunning heart he concocted a trick, of which you shall shortly hear. + +The Jackal watched his chance, and as soon as he had found the Stag +alone, he began to say, sidling up to the Stag, and whispering in his +ear-- + +"Beware of that Crow; he's fooling thee. Beware, beware all birds of the +air. There's no trusting any bird, let alone a Crow, who is worst of +the whole feathered tribe. Now you and I, who never try in the air to +fly, good honest gentlemen with four legs apiece, we are marked out for +friends by Nature herself." + +Will you be surprised to hear that the Stag listened to the crafty and +slanderous words, and deserted his friend the Crow? When your hair is +grey you will know that such is the way of the world, and that a true +friend who sticks to the end, is harder to find than a diamond mine. + +But although this Stag was shallow-hearted and weak, not so the Crow. He +was a true friend, and he was cut to the heart by the unkindness of his +friend the Stag; but he wasted no time in fruitless tears. He went about +his work as usual, and waited for a chance of winning back his recreant +friend. + +Well, Stag and Jackal scoured about the woods together, and the Jackal +did his best to make himself agreeable. In this he had poor success; for +though the Stag tried hard to like his new comrade, yet he could not +help seeing that he was dirty; moreover, the Jackal ate all sorts of +dead animals, but the Stag was a vegetarian, and did not approve of this +kind of food. But though the Stag had qualms now and again, he was not +strong enough to break loose from the friendship of the Jackal. + +But the time was ripening for the Jackal's blow. He knew a place where +huntsmen used to set gins and snares, to catch the wild animals. So one +day, as he and the Stag were out a-walking together, the Jackal so +managed that they passed by this place. The Jackal took good care to +keep clear of the snare; but the innocent Stag knew nothing of snares or +gins, so into a snare he stept, and snap! he was fast. + +Now was the time for a true friend to show his friendship. But the +Jackal, as we already know, was a humbug; accordingly, all he did was to +sit by the side of the Stag, and try not to look pleased. + +"Oh dear, what shall I do?" said the Stag, when he found himself caught. +"Oh my friend, do help me out." + +"You shock me, friend," said the Jackal, pulling a long face; "surely +you have not forgotten that it is Sunday? We are told in the Ten +Commandments to do no work on the Sabbath day. If it were not so, how +gladly would I help you!" So saying, he wiped away a crocodile tear. He +sat down and waited in the hope that the Stag would die, and then he +would eat him. + +But the faithful Crow was not far. Though his friend the Stag would not +so much as cast him a look, the Crow followed him ever, biding his time; +and now the time had come. + +The Crow perched on a neighbouring tree, and said-- + +"Dear friend, I am only a weak little bird, and I cannot help you; but I +can teach you to help yourself. My advice is, pretend to be dead, and +when the Hunter comes, he will open the snare without any care, and you +can escape." + +"Thank you, long-suffering friend!" said the Stag; and so he did. When +the Huntsman came, he thought the Stag was dead; he opened the snare, +and before he was aware, the Stag was up and off and away. + + The Stag asked his friend the Crow to forgive + him, and they lived happily together as + before. As for the treacherous + Jackal, he never came + near them more. + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Monkey and the Crows + + +IN a certain land, a flock of Crows built their nests in the branches of +a huge cotton-tree. + +In that country, the climate is not the least like ours. It is hot all +the year round, and for eight months the sun blazes like a fiery +furnace, so that the people who live there are burnt as black as your +boot; then after eight months comes the rain, and the rain comes down in +bucketsful, with lightning fit to blind you, and thunder enough to crack +your head. These Crows were quite happy in their nests, whatever +happened; for when it was hot, the leaves of the trees sheltered them +from the sun, and in the rainy season the leaves kept them pretty dry. + +One evening there came a terrible storm, with torrents of rain like +Noah's flood. In the midst of it, the Crows noticed a Monkey sliding +along, drenched and draggle-tailed, looking like a drowned Rat. The +Crows set up a chorus of caws, and called out-- + +"O Monkey, what a fool you must be! Look at us, dry and comfortable, in +our nests of rags and twigs. If we, with only our little beaks to help +us, can make comfortable nests, why can't you, with two hands and two +feet and a tail?" + +[Illustration] + +You might have thought the Monkey would take this advice to heart. But +not a bit of it. Monkeys are naturally a lazy tribe, and they are full +of envy, hatred, and malice. What they like best is destroying whatever +they can lay their hands on; and when I look upon some of the nations of +this globe, I cannot help thinking that they really must be descended +from Monkeys. So this Monkey snapt and snarled, and said to the Crows-- + +"Just wait till morning, and then we'll see what a Monkey can do." + +The simple birds were delighted to hear this, and looked forward to +seeing the Monkey do something wonderfully clever, with his tail and his +two hands and two feet. + +Morning came, and the rain was over. The Monkey climbed up into the +tree, and in his rage and envy he tore all the Crows' nests to pieces. + + Then the Crows were sorry they spoke, and determined + for the future to mind their own business, + and let fools alone. For, as the wise man + said, "To give good advice to a fool + is like pouring oil upon + the fire." + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Swan and the Paddy-Bird + + +A WILD Swan was flying once to his home, when he paused to rest on a +tree. This was a kind of tree you have most likely never seen. It was +very tall, and had no branches upon it until you came to the top, but at +the top was a large clump of green leaves, and bunches of cocoa-nuts +hanging down. + +It so happened that on this tree was the nest of a Paddy-bird. A +Paddy-bird is a bird something like a heron, which feeds on fish and +frogs. At the moment when the Swan perched upon the tree, this +Paddy-bird was sitting demurely on the edge of a pond that was below the +tree, watching the water for a rise. She had no fishing-rod, but when +she saw a little fish or a frog swim past, out went her beak like a +flash, and the fish was pierced. Then she ate the fish, or carried it +off to her little ones in the nest. + +When the Paddy-bird chanced to look round, she saw the Swan sitting upon +her tree. She was frightened at this, thinking that perhaps it was some +bird of prey, come to devour her chicks. So she left her fishing, and at +once flew up to the top of the cocoa-nut tree. The Swan looked harmless +enough when she came closer, so plucking up courage, the Paddy-bird +thus addressed him-- + +"Good-day, sir. May I ask who you are?" + +"I am a Swan," said the other, "and I am on my way home; but as it is a +hot day, I thought I would rest awhile on your tree. I hope you have no +objection?" + +"Welcome, my lord Swan, welcome!" said the Paddy-bird. "I only wish I +could offer you entertainment. But I am ashamed to say that I have no +food worth your taking. I am a poor bird, and you know we Paddy-birds +eat only small fish and frogs, which your highness would hardly touch." + +"Oh, never mind for that," answered the Swan; "thank you all the same, +but I can find my own food on this tree of yours." + +This set our Paddy-bird's heart all a-flutter, for what could he mean +but her brood? However, all was well in a minute; when she saw the Swan +go to one of the green cocoa-nuts hanging to the tree. You have seen, I +suppose, three little soft places at the top of a cocoa-nut, which are +holes in the shell filled up with pulp. The Swan pierced his bill +through one of these holes, and drank the milk inside the cocoa-nut. +Then he gave some of the milk to the Paddy-bird, and flew away. + +This milk tasted very nice, and the Paddy-bird began to say to herself, +"What a fool I have been all these years! Here am I, watching and +waiting all day long for a frog, and nasty things they are too, and all +this while there was plenty of delicious milk within a yard of my nest! +Well, good-bye fish, and good-bye frogs; I have done with you now for +ever." + +The next time the Paddy-bird felt hungry, she flew to a cocoa-nut and +began to peck at it. But she did not know the secret of the three little +holes at the top of the cocoa-nut; so she pecked, and pecked, and got no +further. At last she gathered all her strength, and gave a tremendous +peck at the cocoa-nut. Snap! her bill broke off, and the blood ran out, +and very soon the poor Paddy-bird had bled to death. + + Next day, the Swan happened to fly by that way + again; and coming to the tree, he found his friend the + Paddy-bird lying dead on the ground, with her bill + snapt off clean. He understood at once what had + happened, and said to himself, "This is what + comes of trying to do what one is not + fit for. Let the cobbler stick to + his last, or misfortune + follows fast." + +[Illustration] + + + + +What is a Man? + + +IN a certain forest, a Lioness dwelt who had one cub. This cub did not +go to school, as you one day will go; but he learned his lessons at +home. And what do you think his lessons were? Not multiplication which +is vexation; not the Rule of Three which puzzles me; not spelling and +copy-books. No; the Lioness had only one lesson to teach her cub, and +that was, to avoid mankind as if they were poison. Every day, morning +and evening, she taught him for an hour; telling him again and again, +that of all the beasts of the forest he need fear none, for a lion is +stronger than any, but man he must fear and keep clear of. + +Well, the little Lion grew big; and as often happens to children as well +as lions' cubs, he grew conceited too. He could not believe that his +mother was old enough to know better than he; no, he would see for +himself. So one fine day, this Lion set out on a voyage of discovery. + +The first thing he saw was an Ox. This Ox was a fine sturdy animal, and +the Lion felt rather nervous to see such hoofs and horns. You must +remember he was young and ignorant, and had hardly seen any animal but +his mother and father. So he went up to the Ox, and said timidly-- + +"Good morning, sir. Will you be good enough to tell me if you are a +Man?" + +If an Ox could laugh, that Ox would have laughed in the face of the +Lion's cub. But an Ox is always solemn, like a Turk, though he does not +love bloodshed as a Turk does. This Ox was chewing the cud, munching and +mouthing with great calmness, so as to get the full flavour of the rich +grass. He turned his meek eyes, and stared at the Lion. Then he said-- + +"A Man! God forbid. A Man is a terrible creature. He makes slaves of us +Oxen, and puts a yoke on our necks and fastens us to a thing called a +plough; and makes us pull the plough to and fro, up and down, till we +are tired to death. If we won't go, he sticks a prod into us, which +hurts us very much. I can't think what is the use of all this pother; we +get no good of it. And when we are old, and can work no more, he kills +us, and eats our flesh, and the skin he makes into shoes for his own +feet. Keep clear of Men, if you value your life." Then the Ox turned his +head away, and went on with his chewing. + +This gave our Lion something to think about. He thought the Ox a very +fine animal indeed, and yet, said the Ox, Man was stronger. + +The Lion went his ways, and by-and-by, what should he see but a Camel. +If the Ox was a fine creature, here was a finer; ever so tall, with a +hump on his back, and a long neck, and great long legs. Surely this must +be the terrible Man he had heard so much of. But to make certain, he +approached the Camel with great respect, and said-- + +"Good morning, sir. Pray, will you tell me if you are a Man?" + +The Camel turned his long neck, and sniffed and sneered as Camels have a +way of doing, and a most unpleasant way it is. + +"Pooh!" said he. "Stuff! poof! you oaf! you think me a Man? I wish I +were a Man, wouldn't I make short work of you! A man, quotha! Why, I am +a slave to that same Man. They catch us, these Men, and make a hole in +our noses, and put a ring in it--do you see my ring? How do you think I +like a hole made in my nose, as if two holes were not enough! Then they +tie a rope to the ring, and lead us about all day long just where they +please, without a with your leave, or by your leave! And they make us +squat down in the mud, and put a great load on our backs, enough to +crush a whipper-snapper like you. Groan as we may, it's all of no use, +they do what they choose. Man! the very name makes me shiver. Get out, +and leave me alone!" + +This frightened our Lion, because who knew whether the great animal +might not kill him, if it came into his head, so the Lion went away as +fast as he could. + +[Illustration] + +In a little while, he espied an Elephant. Here was a monster, to be +sure! A great black mountain, with a long nose curling about, and huge +white teeth sticking out, and big ears flapping. The Lion was quite +terrified this time, and would not go near the Elephant, until he +suddenly saw that the Elephant had a rope round his tusks, by which he +was tied fast to a stake. Then he plucked up courage to approach, and +said-- + +"Good morning, my lord. Please will you tell me, are you a Man?" + +The Elephant trumpeted loudly. That was his way of laughing at the idea +that he could be mistaken for a Man. + +"Hooroo! hooroo!" he shrieked. "A Man! Hooroo! No, but a Man is my +master, and that's the truth. A Man tied me to this post. Cruel and +selfish brutes, are men; and with all my strength, I am no match for a +Man. They get on our backs, a dozen of them at a time, and make us +fetch, and carry, and drive us about by sticking a sharp spike into our +skulls. Don't you go near a Man, if you love your life; why, bless me, +they will make mincemeat of you! Hooroo!" The Elephant swished his trunk +all round him in his excitement. + +Our Lion had now seen three astonishing creatures, and they all said +that a Man was stronger than they were. What could this terrible +creature be like? He must be a mountain indeed, if he was to master such +a beast as the black Elephant. Yet the black creature said that Men got +on his back, a dozen of them at a time. The Lion could not understand it +at all. He shook his head, and stalked away thoughtful. + +As the Lion was going along, he saw a puny and weak-looking thing, +walking upright on two legs. He seemed to be a kind of monkey, thought +the Lion. It never entered his head that this little thing could be a +Man, but he trotted up to him gaily, and said-- + +"Good morning, my friend. Can you tell me where I can find a Man? I +have been hunting for one all the morning." + +"I am a Man," said the other. + +At this the Lion laughed in his face. "You a Man!" said he. "Come, come; +I may be young, but I am no fool, my good fellow. Why, you are not so +big as one leg of that mountain over there, who was tied to a stake, as +he said, by a Man." + +"All the same," the Man said, "I am one of them." + +"But look here," the Lion went on, "my father and mother both say that +Man is a terrible and cruel creature, and the only creature a Lion need +fear. Now, either you are no Man, or else my father and mother are quite +wrong." + +"Well," said the Man, "I am not nearly so strong as you are, or the +Elephant and Camel, or even the Ox. As you say, I am not much to look +at, but I have one power which you all lack." + +[Illustration] + +"Indeed," said the Lion, "and what may that be?" + +The Man answered, "Reason." + +"I never heard of reason," said the Lion. "Please explain it to me, will +you?" + +"It is not easy to explain what reason is," replied the Man; "but if you +like, I will show you how it works." + +The Lion was pleased. "Oh please do," he said. + +I must tell you that this Man was a woodcutter, and he had an axe upon +his shoulder. He now lifted this axe and drove a blow into a stout +sapling which grew hard by. When he had split the sapling, he took a +wedge of wood, and hammered it in with the back of his axe, until there +was a large cleft in the trunk of the sapling. "Now then," said the Man, +"just put your paw in that hole." + +The Lion obediently put his paw into the cleft, and then the Man pulled +out the wedge from the cleft. The sapling closed tight on the paw of the +Lion, and squeezed it. "Now," said the Man, "you know what reason is." + +But the Lion no longer cared to hear about reason; all he wanted was to +get his paw out of the cleft. He pulled and he tugged, he roared and he +struggled; but all of no use; he could not by any means get his paw +free. The end of all was, in madness and fury he dashed his head against +the ground, and died. + + This was how the Lion learnt how terrible a being + is Man; but unluckily, you see, his knowledge was + of no use to him or any one else, because it cost him + his life. If he had listened to his mother's + teaching, he might be living still, and + you would not be reading + this story. + + + + +The Wound and the Scar + + +THERE was once a forest where a Lion dwelt. Over all the beasts of the +forest the Lion lorded it, and of men not one durst come near the place +for fear of King Lion; none, that is, except one only, a Woodman who +lived in a little hut just upon the borders of the woodland; and between +the forest and the hut a river flowed. This Woodman came often into the +forest, to cut wood; and he had no fear to do so, because the Lion and +he were bosom friends. Such fast friends they were that if ever the +Woodman failed to pay his daily visit, the Lion was grieved and missed +him sorely. + +It happened once that the Woodman fell ill of a fever. In his woodland +hut he lay all alone, for no wife was there, or sister to care for him. +So he tossed and moaned, and waited for the hours to pass. + +Of course during all this time the Woodman could not visit the forest, +and his friend the Lion missed him. "What can be the matter," thought +King Lion. "Has some enemy killed him, or has he fallen sick?" At last +he could no longer bear the suspense, and set out in search of the +Woodman. + +I do not think that the Lion had ever yet been to his friend's house; +and for all he knew he might be walking straight into a trap. But he was +so fond of the Woodman that he never thought of danger. All he wanted +was to see his friend. Accordingly, he followed the path by which the +Woodman came into the woods; and in due time this path led him to the +bank of a wide and swift river, and over on the opposite bank was a hut. + +In plunged the Lion, not waiting to think; and though there were +crocodiles in that river ready to eat him, and though the current bade +fair to sweep him away, so strong was his love for his friend that he +swam across. + +The Woodman's house stood within an enclosure, and all the doors and +gates were shut; but the Lion jumped over the wall, and searched about, +until he managed somehow to force his way into the house. Then he saw +his friend lying upon a bed, and very ill, all alone, with no one to +tend him. + +How grieved the Lion was to see his friend, you can imagine better than +I can tell. The Lion knelt down by his friend's side, and began to lick +him all over. This woke the man from his dazed condition; and when he +found the Lion licking his body, he did not like the smell of the Lion, +so he turned his head away, with a grunt of disgust. + +Now I think this was very unkind, because the Lion had no other way of +showing how much he cared for his friend. Think what a long way he had +come to see his friend, and think what danger he had faced; and now to +be met with a grunt of disgust! The Lion stopped licking the Woodman, +and got up slowly, and went away. Back he swam over the deep and swift +river, but all the heart was taken out of him; he cared not for the +crocodiles, indeed now he would not have been very sorry if a crocodile +had devoured him. One crocodile did actually get a nip at his leg, and +left a wound there. Back to his den he crept, solitary and sad. And when +he got to his den, he lay down, sick of his friend's fever, which he had +taken by licking him. + +In a week or so, the Woodman was well again; and thinking nothing of +what had passed, he shouldered his axe, and trudged away to cut wood. +When the time came for his midday meal, he went as his custom was to the +Lion's den; and there he found his friend the Lion, thin and sick. + +"Why, friend, what is the matter?" the Woodman asked. + +"I am ill," said the Lion. + +"What is it?" asked the Woodman again. + +But the Lion would answer nothing; and do what he would, the man could +not get him to say another word. So he left him for that day, and went +home. + +For several days after, the man did the same thing; and gradually the +Lion got better. At last one day, when the Lion was quite well again, +the man said to him-- + +"Tell me, good friend Lion, what it is that has made you so silent and +gloomy of late?" + +Then answered the Lion, "O Woodman, I will tell you. When you were ill, +I swam a swift river and faced death, all for your sake; I came into +your house when you lay deserted, and licked your body, and took the +fever which you had into my veins; and this wound which you see, I +received from a crocodile as I was swimming across on my way back. But +you received me with scorn, and turned away your face in disgust. The +fever is gone, and this wound (as you see) is healed; but the wound in +my heart can never heal. You are no true friend; and from henceforth our +ways lie apart." + +The man was ashamed of his unkindness, but it was too late, for, as the +poet says-- + + "Who snaps the thread of friendship, never more + Can join it as it once was joined before." + +[Illustration] + + + + +The Cat and the Parrot + + +ONCE upon a time, a Cat and a Parrot had joint lease of a certain piece +of land, which they tilled together. + +One day the Cat said to the Parrot, "Come, friend, let us go to the +field." + +Said the Parrot, "I can't come now, because I am whetting my bill on the +branch of a mango-tree." + +So the Cat went alone, and ploughed the field. When the field was +ploughed, the Cat came to the Parrot again, and said-- + +"Come, friend, let us sow the corn." + +Said the Parrot, "I can't come now, because I am whetting my beak on the +branch of a mango-tree." + +So the Cat went alone, and sowed the corn. The corn took root, the corn +sprouted, it put forth the blade, and the ear, and the ripe corn in the +ear. Then again the Cat came to the Parrot, and said-- + +"Come, friend, let us go and gather the harvest." + +Said the Parrot, "I can't come now, because I am whetting my beak on the +branch of a mango-tree." + +[Illustration] + +So the Cat went alone, and gathered the harvest. She put it away in +barns, and made ready for threshing. When all was ready for the +threshing, again the Cat came to the Parrot, and said-- + +"Come, friend, let us thresh the corn." + +Said the Parrot, "I can't come now, because I am whetting my beak on the +branch of a mango-tree." + +So the Cat went, and threshed all the corn alone. Then the Cat came back +to the Parrot, and said-- + +"Come, friend, let us go and winnow the grain from the chaff." + +Said the Parrot, "I can't come now, because I am whetting my beak on the +branch of a mango-tree." + +So the Cat winnowed the grain from the chaff alone. Then she came back +once again to the Parrot, and said-- + +"Come, friend, the grain is all winnowed and sifted; come and divide it +between us." + +"Certainly," said the Parrot, and came at once. You see the Cat had done +all the work, but the Parrot was quite ready to share the profit. They +divided the corn into two halves, and the Cat put her half away +somewhere, and the Parrot carried his half to his nest. + +Then the Cat and the Parrot agreed to invite each other to dinner every +day; that is to say, the Cat asks the Parrot to-day, and the Parrot asks +the Cat to-morrow. The Cat's turn came first. Then the Cat went to +market and bought a ha'porth of milk, a ha'porth of sugar, and a +ha'porth of rice. When the Parrot came there was nothing but this stingy +fare. Moreover, the Cat was so inhospitable, that she actually made the +Parrot cook the food himself! Perhaps that was her way of rebuking her +friend for his laziness. + +Next day the turn came to the Parrot. He procured about thirty pounds +of flour, and plenty of butter, and everything else that was needed, and +cooked the food before his guest came. He made enough cakes to fill a +washerwoman's basket--about five hundred. + +When the Cat came, the Parrot put before her four hundred and +ninety-eight cakes, in a heap, and kept back for himself only two. The +Cat ate up the four hundred and ninety-eight cakes in about three +minutes, and then asked for more. + +The Parrot set before her the two cakes he had kept for himself. The Cat +devoured them, and then asked for more. + +The Parrot said, "I have no more cakes, but if you are still hungry, you +may eat me." + +The Cat was still hungry, and ate the Parrot, bones and beak and +feathers. Thus the tables were turned; for if the Parrot had the best of +it before, the Cat had the best of it now. + +An old woman happened to be near, and saw this. So she picked up a +stone, and said-- + +"Shoo! shoo! get away, or I'll kill you with this stone." + +Now the Cat thought to herself, "I ate a basketful of cakes, I ate my +friend the Parrot, and shall I blush to eat this old hag?" + +No, surely not. The Cat devoured the old Woman. + +The Cat went along the road and perceived a Washerman with a donkey. He +said, "O Cat, get away, or my donkey shall kick you to death!" + +Thought the Cat, "I ate a basketful of cakes, I ate my friend the +Parrot, I ate the abusive old Woman, and shall I blush to eat a +Washerman?" + +No, surely not. The Cat devoured the Washerman. + +The Cat next met the wedding procession of a King: a column of soldiers, +and a row of fine elephants two and two. The King said, "O Cat, get +away, or my elephants will trample you to death." + +[Illustration] + +Thought the Cat, "I ate a basketful of cakes, I ate my friend the +Parrot, I ate the abusive old Woman, I ate the Washerman and his donkey, +and shall I blush to eat a beggarly King?" + +No, surely not. The Cat devoured the King, and his procession, and his +elephants too. + +Then the Cat went on until she met a pair of Landcrabs. "Run away, run +away, Pussycat!" said the Landcrabs, "or we will nip you!" + +"Ha! ha! ha!" laughed the Cat, shaking her sides (fat enough they were +by this time), "I ate a basketful of cakes, I ate my friend the Parrot, +I ate an abusive old Woman, I ate the Washerman and his donkey, I ate +the King and all his elephants, and shall I run away from a Landcrab? +Not so, but I will eat the Landcrab too!" So saying, she pounced upon +the Landcrabs. Gobble, gobble, slip, slop: in two swallows the Landcrabs +went down the Cat's gullet. + +But although the Landcrabs slid down the Cat's gullet easily enough, you +must know that they are hard creatures, too hard for a Cat to bite; so +they took no harm at all. They found themselves amongst a crowd of +creatures. There was the King, sitting with his head on his hands, very +unhappy; there was the King's newly-wed bride in a dead faint; there was +a company of soldiers, trying to form fours, but rather muddled in mind; +there was a herd of elephants, trumpeting loudly; there was a donkey +braying and the Washerman beating the donkey with a stick; there was the +Parrot, whetting his beak on his own claws; then there was the old Woman +abusing them all roundly; and last of all, five hundred cakes neatly +piled in a corner. The Landcrabs ran round to see what they could find; +and they found that the inside of the Cat was quite soft. They could not +see anything at all, except by flashes, when the Cat opened her mouth, +but they could feel. So they opened their claws, and nip! nip! nip! + +"Miaw!" squealed the Cat. + + Then came another nip, and another great Miaw! + The Landcrabs went on nipping, until they had nipped + a big round hole in the side of the Cat. By this time the + Cat was lying down, in great pain; and as the hole was + very big, out walked the Landcrabs, and scuttled away. + Then out walked the King, carrying his bride; and out + walked the elephants, two and two; out walked the + soldiers, who had succeeded in forming fours-right, by + your left, quick march! out walked the donkey, with + the Washerman driving him along; out walked the old + Woman, giving the Cat a piece of her mind; and last + of all, out walked the Parrot, with a cake in each + claw. Then they all went about their business, + as if nothing had happened; and the + Parrot flew back to whet his + beak on the branch of the + mango-tree. + +[Illustration] + + + + +Notes + + + + +Notes + +1.--The Talking Thrush + + Told by KÁSHI PRASÁD, village school, Bhingá, district + Bahráich, Oudh. + +Man sows cotton-seeds in garden--Phudki bird sees him--Makes her nest of +the cotton--Goes to a Behana, and says, "If I bring you cotton, will you +card it, and give me half, keeping half yourself?"--He does so--"Now +make it into balls" (Piuni)--Does so on the same terms--A Kori spins +thread on the same terms--And weaves it into cloth--Similarly a tailor +makes it into clothes--She flies to court and sits on a peg--Says the +King, "Give me your suit"--She does so, and says, "The King covets my +suit"--"Come here, and I will return it"--She comes, and he catches +her--"I will cut you in pieces"--"The King will cut me in pieces +to-day"--He cuts her up and tells his servant to wash them--"To-day the +King is washing and cleaning"--Puts her in a pan of oil--"To-day the +King is frying me in oil"--Eats her--"I shall go into the King's +stomach"--The Bird puts out its head--Two soldiers attempt to cut it off +and mutilate the King so that he dies. + +The _motif_ is much the same as in No. 2 of the collection. The pieces +of the Thrush speak like the fish in the tale of the "Fisherman and the +Jinni" (Burton, "Arabian Nights," Library Edition, I. 59). + + +2.--The Rabbit and the Monkey + + Told by DANKHAH RABHA, in the Bhutan Hills. Taken + without essential change from _North Indian Notes + and Queries_, iv. § 465. + + +3.--The Sparrow's Revenge + + Told by SHIN SAHÁI, teacher of the village school + of Dayarhi Chakeri, Etah District. Another version + of the _Podnâ_ and the _Podnî_, _N.I.N.Q._ iii. + 83. Compare the _Valiant Blackbird_, No. 28 below. + +Hen Sparrow tells her husband to go into the jungle and fetch firewood +to cook _khîr_ (rice milk)--A _Chamâr_ kills him--Hen makes carriage of +straw, yokes two rats to it, and drives off to take vengeance--Meets a +Wolf--"Where are you going?"--"To take vengeance on the Chamâr who +killed my husband"--"May I help?"--"It will be kind"--Meets a Snake, who +salutes her with, "Râm! Râm! Whither away?"--Replies as before, and same +thing happens--So with a Scorpion--They arrive at the house of the +Chamâr--Wolf hides near the river--Snake under pile of cow-dung +fuel--Scorpion under the lamp--The Sparrow flies up to the eaves and +twitters--Out comes Chamâr--Says she, "A friend awaits you near the +river." To the river he goes--Wolf seizes him--His wife goes to the heap +for fuel--Snake bites her--She calls to her son, "Bring the +lamp"--Scorpion stings him--They all die--Hen Sparrow gets another mate, +and lives happily ever after. + +It is part of the Faithful Animal cycle (Temple, "Wide-awake Stories," +412; Clouston, "Popular Tales and Fictions," i. 223 _seqq._). This form +of tale, in which the weaker animal gets the better of its more powerful +oppressor, is common in Indian folk-lore. Compare No. 1 of this +collection. + + +4.--The Judgment of the Jackal + + Told by SHIUDAN CHAMAR, of Chaukiya, Mirzápur. + _N.I.N.Q._ iii. 101. + +Merchant puts up at house of Oilman--Oilman ties the horse to his +mill--Next morning Merchant asks for it--He replies, "It has run +away!"--"But what is that horse?"--"My mill gave birth to it in the +night"--Appeal to Siyar Panre, the Jackal--"Go back and I will come"--He +bathes in a tank--Delay--They seek him, and find him sitting by the +tank--"Why did you delay?"--"Too busy; the tank caught fire, and I have +just put it out"--"You are mad; who ever heard of a tank on fire?"--"Who +ever heard of a mill bearing a foal?"--Oilman returns horse. + +A parallel may be found in the Buddhist _Jātaka_, No. 219 (Cambridge +translation, ii. 129), another Version from the Frontier in Swynnerton's +"Indian Nights' Entertainment," p. 142. Compare Stumme, _Tunisische +Märchen_, vol. ii., Story of an Oilman. + + +5.--How the Mouse got into his Hole + + Told by BISRAM BANYA and recorded by MAHARAJ SINH, + teacher of the school at Akbarpur, Faizabad district. + + +6.--King Solomon and the Owl + + Told by MUNSHÍ CHHOTÉ KHÁN, teacher of the village school + at Ant, District Sitápur, Oudh. + + [A new legend of the Fall.] + +Solomon hunts alone--An Owl asks him to receive him--Solomon asks, "Why +do you hoot all night?"--"To wake men and women early for prayer: +travelling is difficult, for treasure is dearer than life"--"Why do you +shake your head?"--"To remind mankind that the world is but a fleeting +show, and to show my disapproval of their delight in worldly +things"--"Why do you eat no grain?"--"_Adam ate wheat in heaven, and was +turned out of it on that account._ Adam prayed, and God sent him into +the world, and blessed him to be the father of mankind. If I eat one +grain I expect to be cast into hell"--"Why do you drink no water in the +world at night?"--"Because Noah's race was drowned in this world in +water. If I drink, it would be hard for me to live"--Solomon is pleased, +and asks the Owl to remain with him, and advise him on all points. + +There is no verse in the original. + +All through the eastern world the owl, from its association with +graveyards and old ruins, is regarded as a mystic bird, invested with +powers of prophecy and wisdom (Crooke, "Popular Religion and Folk-lore +of Northern India," i. 279). + + +7.--The Camel's Neck + + Told by BACHÁÚ, a Kasera, or brassfounder, of Mirzápur, + North-West Provinces. + +Camel practises austerities--Bhagwán is pleased, and appears to +him--"Who are you?"--"Lord of the Three Regions"--"Show me your proper +form"--Bhagwán appears in his four-handed form (Chaturbhuji)--Camel does +reverence--"Ask a boon"--"Let my neck be a _yojan_ long"--"Be it +so"--The neck becomes eight miles long--He can now graze within a radius +of four miles (sic)--It rains--He puts his neck in a cave--A pair of +Jackals eat his flesh--The Camel dies--A wise man says-- + + "Álas dókh mahán dekhyo phal kaisá bhayá; + Yátén únt aján, maran lagyo nij karm se." + +"Idleness is a great fault: see what was the result of idleness. By this +the foolish Camel died, simply owing to his own deeds." + +This is one of the very common cycle of tales where the fool comes to +ruin in consequence of a stupid wish. In the "Book of Sindibad," it +appears as the "Peri and the Religious Man" (Clouston, "Book of +Sindibad," 71); La Fontaine has adopted it as the "Three Wishes," and +Prior as "The Ladle." The Italian version will be found in Crane, +"Italian Popular Tales," 221. The four-hand god is Vishnu in his form as +Chaturbhuja. + + +8.--The Quail and the Fowler + + Told by RAMESWAR-PURI, a wandering religious beggar + of Kharwá, District Mirzápur. + +Fowler catches a Quail--"I'll teach you three things, and if you free me +I'll teach you a fourth: (1) Never set free what you have caught; (2) +What seems to you untrue you need not believe; (3) What is past you +should not trouble about"--He sets the Quail free--Says the Quail, "I +have in my stomach a gem weighing 1¼ seers, and worth lakhs of rupees; +had you not let me go you would have that gem"--Fowler falls on the +ground in misery--Says the Quail, "You forget my teaching: (1) You set +me free; (2) You did not ask how a body so light could contain such a +gem; (3) You are troubled about what is past"--Flies away--Fowler +returns home a wiser man. + +Compare the "Laughable Stories of Bar-Hebraeus," E. A. W. Budge (Luzac, +1897), No. 382, where a Sparrow acts as this Quail does. See also the +"Three Counsels worth Money" in No. 485. + + +9.--The King of the Kites + + Told by RÁM DÉO, Brahman, of Mirzápur. + +Frog and Mouse dispute, each saying he is King of the Kites--The dispute +lasts for several years--They refer it to a _Panch_ (Committee of +Five)--The other three are Bat, Squirrel, Parrot--They cannot decide--A +small Kite appears--Carries off both Frog and Mouse, and eats them--The +rest depart--The dispute does not arise again. + +The belief that each species of bird and beast has a king of its own is +common. Thus, we have a king of the serpents, of mice, of flies, +locusts, ants, foxes, cats, and so on (Frazer, "Pausanias," iii. 559). +Also see No. 27 of this collection. + + +10.--The Jackal and the Camel + + Told by HAR PRASÁD, Brahman, of Saráya Aghat, + District Etah, N.W.P. + +Camel grazing, entangles nose-string in a tree--Confused in mind, +appeals to Jackal--"Brother, I will free you for one _seer_ of +flesh"--He agrees--Jackal asks the tongue--"Have you a witness?"--Jackal +tries all the beasts, offering half of all he gets--Wolf refuses--Jackal +explains that the Camel will die, and they will get all his body--He +then agrees, and swears it--Camel opens his mouth, curls back +tongue--Jackal cannot catch the tongue--Wolf tries--When the head is +well in, Camel closes his jaws--"O _Dâdâ_ (father), what is this?"--Says +Jackal, "The result of lying," and runs away--Wolf dies. + +In Oriental folk-lore the jackal takes the place which the fox occupies +in the Western world, and numerous tales are told of his cunning. This +fact has formed the base of an argument to prove that the European Beast +tales originated from the East (Tawney, "Katha Sarit Ságara," ii. 28). + + +11.--The Wise Old Shepherd + + Told by MUNSHI FAZL KARÍM of Mirzápur. + +A Nága (Snake) goes out of his hole to take an airing--Enters the Raja's +court--All flee in terror--Raja orders the Snake to be killed--The +Prince kills it--Snake's wife goes in search--Enters the court and +learns his fate--Vows to make his wife also a widow--Coils round the +Prince's neck in the night--He dares not stir--Queen-mother goes to see +what is the matter--Sees the Snake--Raja sends archers--They prepare to +shoot--Snake pleads fair reprisals, and asks that the matter be decided +by Panch--They find five Shepherds holding a Panchayat--They all go +thither--The men all agree that the Snake is right except one--He asks +how many sons has the Snake--"Seven"--"Then you must wait till the +Princess has three more, and then you may kill him." + +There is a universal taboo in India against killing a snake. When a +cobra is slain it is supposed that its mate always avenges its death +(Crooke, "Popular Religion and Folk-lore of Northern India," i. 226). + + +12.--Beware of Bad Company + + Told by JAGAT KISHOR, master at the Government School, + Gondá, Oudh. + +A Swan made friends with a Crow--They fly away from Mánsarowar to find +some sport--Perch on a pipal tree under which a pious Raja is +worshipping his Thákurji (idol of Rám or Krishna)--Crow drops filth on +his head and flies away--He sees the Swan and shoots it--Swan says:-- + + "Kák náhin, ham hans hain, + Mán karat ham bás; + Dhrisht kág ké mél són, + Bhayo hamaró nás." + +("I am no Crow but a Swan, dwelling in Mán Sarówar; being friend of an +ignoble Crow I am destroyed.") + +The Crow, as in several tales in this collection, is in Oriental +folk-lore the representative of all that is thievish and mischievous. + + +13.--The Foolish Wolf + + Told by MAHÁDEVA PRASÁD, pupil of branch school, Nau + Shaharah, District Gonda, Oudh. + +Wolf and Ass were friends--Played as described in text--Boy sees Wolf +running away from Ass, and says, "What a timid Wolf"--Says the Wolf, +"You shall rue it, I'll carry you off to-day"--Boy tells his +mother--"Never mind, he won't hurt you"--Hides stone in loin-cloth--Wolf +comes for him--Leaves him in his den for the morrow--Goes to play with +the Ass--Boy climbs a tree--Wolf finds no Boy--Stands gaping with +perplexity--Boy throws stone into his mouth and kills him. + + +14.--Reflected Glory + + Told by MÁTÁ DÍN, assistant teacher, Pili-Bhít district, N.W.P. + +A Shepherd had a lame Goat which he beat--It ran away--Fearing the wild +beasts, it sat down beside a cave where were footsteps of a Lion--A +Jackal comes up--"Rám, Rám, grandfather! I have found food after many +days." "Rám, Rám, grandson, I was told to sit here by the owner of these +footprints."--"A Lion! if I eat you, he will eat my cubs"--He goes--A +Wolf comes, and the same thing happens--The Lion comes--Says the Goat, +"By the influence of your footprints I have been safe; beasts came to +devour me, and I became your man: they fled." "If you have called +yourself my man I will not eat you"--Lion finds an Elephant: "I have a +lame Goat; let him go on your back and eat the young leaves as you +graze"--He agrees, and the Goat says, "Khoj pakar liyo baran ko hasti +mili hai ái gaj mastak achchhi charhi ajayá kopal khâya" ("By betaking +myself to the footprints of the great, I have got an +Elephant")--Mounting on the Elephant's head, the Goat feeds well on new +leaves. + + +15.--The Cat and the Sparrows + + Told by TULSI RÁM, Brahman, of Sadabad, Mathura + district. For the _motif_, compare _Jātaka_, No. + 333 (translation, vol. iii. p. 71). + +16.--The Foolish Fish + + Told by HARI CHAND or HEM CHANDI, teacher of a + village school, Mirzápur district. A variant of + the same, told by SHEO-DÁN, Chamár, Chankiyá, + Mirzápur district. + +Banya sees Tiger sunk in the mud--Tiger tries him to release him--Swears +he will not hurt him or his family--Banya saves him--Says Tiger, "Shall +I eat you or your ox?"--Banya protests--Tiger: "It is the way of my +family"--Banya says, "Let the Jackal arbitrate"--Jackal asks to see the +place the Tiger was in--Then to be shown exactly how he was--The Tiger +goes in again, and the Jackal advises the man to go home and leave him. + + +17.--The Clever Goat + + Recorded by MÁTÁ DÍN, assistant teacher, Pili-Bhít district. + + +18.--A Crow is a Crow for Ever + + Told and recorded by SÁHIB RÁM, Brahman, of Nardauli, + Etah district. + +The verse is:-- + + Kág parháe pinjra: parhi gaye cháron Ved: + Jab sudhi ai kutum ki rahe dhed ke dhed. + + "I kept my crow in a cage, and taught him all four Vedas; + When he thought of his family, he became filthy as ever." + + +19.--The Grateful Goat + + Told by BIKKÚ MISRA, Brahman, Achhnérá village, Agra district. + +Butcher buys a Goat--"Spare my life, and I will repay you"--He spares +him--The Goat goes into the forest and meets a Jackal--"I am going to +eat you." "Wait till I get fat in the forest." "Good: look out for me +when you come back"--Meets a Wolf--Same thing happens--Finds a temple of +Mahádeva--In it are gold coins--Swallows them--Goes to a +flower-seller--"Cover me with flowers"--He does so, and the Goat voids +two mohurs--Sets out to return--Meets the Wolf--"Have you seen a Goat?" +"No"--Meets the Jackal--"Have you seen a Goat?" "Yes, some distance +back"--Proceeds to the Butcher, and voids the rest of the coins--The +Butcher is grateful, and never kills him as long as he lives. + +Agra district. Tales of animals spitting gold are common, as in Grimm's +"Three Little Men in the Wood" ("Household Tales," i. 56) and in +Oriental Folk-lore (Tawney, "Katha Sarit Ságara," ii. 8, 453, 637; +Knowles, "Folk-tales of Kashmir," p. 443). + + +20.--The Cunning Jackal + + Told by BAL BÍR PRASÁD, teacher of the school at + Sultánpur, Oudh. + +A Jackal sees melons on the other side of a river--Sees a Tortoise--"How +are you and your family?" "I am well, but I have no wife." "Why did you +not tell me? some people on the other side have asked me to find a match +for their daughter." "If you mean it I will take you across"--Takes him +across on his back--When the melons are over the Jackal dresses up a +jhau-tree as a bride--"There is your bride, but she is too modest to +speak till I am gone"--Tortoise carries him back--Calls to the stump--No +answer--Goes up and touches it--Finds it is a tree--Vows revenge--As +Jackal drinks, catches his leg--"You fool, you have got hold of a stump +by mistake; see, here is my leg," pointing to a stump--Tortoise leaves +hold--Jackal escapes--Tortoise goes to Jackal's den--Jackal returns and +sees the footprints leading into the den--Piles dry leaves at the mouth, +and fires them--Tortoise expires. + +This is an unpublished variant of the "Jackal and the Crocodile" +(Temple, "Wide-awake Stories," 243). + + +21.--The Farmer's Ass + + Told by RÁM SINH, Haidar-Garh, district Barau Banki. + +A Washerman has an Ass that brays on hearing a conch-shell, thinks he +must have been a saint in a former life, but something went wrong (kahin +chuk gaya) and he became an Ass--Names him Tulsi Das--Ass dies--"He was +valuable to me," shaves head, performs obsequies, gives feast to +clansmen--Goes to shop of a Banya--"Why are you in mourning?" "Tulsi +Das, who was a great saint, is dead"--Banya shaves, too--Raja's sepoy +asks him why--"Tulsi Das is dead"--Shaves, too--Comrades ask why--Same +thing--Same with the chief of the sepoys--The minister, the raja, all +shave--Queen asks why--Raja tells her--"But who is Tulsi Das?" "A friend +of the minister's"--So the report is traced back to the Washerman, who +says, "He was my Ass." + +_N.I.N.Q._, iii. § 104, gives the same tale about an ass named Sobhan +(beautiful): told by Shyam Sundar, village accountant of Dudhi, Mirzápur +district, recorded by Ahmad Ullah. Compare Temple's "Wide-awake +Stories," 'The Death and Burial of poor Hen Sparrow;' Lady Burton's +"Arabian Nights," iii. 228, 'The Unwise Schoolmaster who fell in Love by +Report;' Jacob's "English Fairy Tales," 'Tetty Mouse and Tatty Mouse,' +and _note_, p. 234. + + +22.--The Parrot Judge + + Told by MAKUND LÁL, Mirzápur. + +A Bird-catcher had a Parrot which knew only two words, Beshak +(undoubtedly) and Cheshak (what doubt)--Took it to market, and gave out +that it knew Persian, price 5 lakhs of rupees--Nobleman asks it, "Do you +know Persian?"--"Cheshak"--Buys it--Puts it in a gold cage, and gives it +good food--King one day began to talk to the Parrot in Persian--It could +say nothing but these two words--The owner threw it on the ground and +killed it. + + +23.--The Frog and the Snake + + Told by AKBAR SHÁH, Mánjhi, one of the jungle-folk + of Manbasa, Dudhi, Mirzápur, and recorded by + Pandit Ramgharíb Chaubé. _N.I.N.Q._, iii. § 101. + +No change. The King of the Snakes is Vásuki Nága. + + +24.--Little Miss Mouse + + Told by AKBAR SHÁH, Mánjhi, of Manbasa, Dudhi, + Mirzápur. _N.I.N.Q._, iv. § 19. + +No change in first part. The music-shop is in the original the house of +the Chamâr (a caste of labourers and leather-workers), who gives a drum, +which is broken by a woman husking rice, who strikes it with a pestle. +The crop in the last scene is rice. + + +25.--The Jackal that Lost his Tail + + Told by PARMANAND TIWÁRI, student, Anglo-Sanskrit School, + Mirzápur. _N.I.N.Q._, iv. § 17. + +A Kurmi (one of the agricultural tribes) used to go to his field--At +noon his wife brought the dinner--Meets Jackal, and all falls out as in +tale till the tail is cut off--Jackal returns and finds wife gathering +cow-dung--"Your son (_sic_) has cut off my tail, and I must bite you." +"He is dead, come to the funeral feast?"--He and his friends come--"To +prevent you squabbling, let me tie you up"--Ties them to the cattle +pegs, tailless Jackal with specially strong chain--Kurmi comes out with +bludgeon--They break their ropes and flee, all but tailless Jackal, +which Kurmi kills. + +This is connected with the Æsopian fable of "The Fox who Lost his Tail." + + +26.--The Wily Tortoise + + Told by BRIJ MOHAN LÁL, second master, High School, Manipuri, + N.W.P. The bird is a _Hansa_. _N.I.N.Q._, iii. § 295. + + +27.--The King of the Mice + + Told and recorded by BABU GANDHARAB SINH, of Etah. + +Kingdom of Mice--Mouse King and Fox Wazir--All animals of forest did +homage--Caravan passed--Camel left behind--Eats the Mouse King's +garden--Fox brings him in--Mocks the King--Nose-string gets +entangled--King says he is served right--He begs release and promises +service--Mouse gnaws string--Camel serves him--Woodcutters find Camel +and take him--King sends to fetch them--Demands his Camel--The +Woodcutters tell their King--He refuses--King of Mice collects armies +and burrows under Woodcutter's treasury--Brings all the money out in +charge of a detachment of Mice--Wise man sees it--Covets the money--Old +Mouse says, "Why do you covet? our King will give you service"--Goes to +the King--The King bids him fetch more of his brethren--With these the +Mouse King invades the realm of Woodcutters--Mice undermine the walls of +the enemy's fort--Woodcutters' army flee--King of Mice gets back his +Camel, and makes the Woodcutter King his vassal. + +(The episode of the wise man seems to be interpolated, as the men play +no part in the attack.) + +Another version in _N.I.N.Q._, iii. § 292, told by THÁKUR UMRÁO SINH of +Sonhár, Etah district, N.W.P. For Kings of Animals, compare No. 9 of +this book. + + +28.--The Valiant Blackbird + + Told by WAZÍRAN, a Mohammedan servant of Mirzápur, and + recorded by MIRZA MUHAMMAD BEG. + +A Podna (weaver bird) and his mate lived in a tree--The Raja catches the +wife--Podna builds carts of reeds, yokes pairs of frogs, makes +kettle-drum, armed with piece of reed, sets out drumming--Meets a +Cat--"Where are you going?" "Sarkande ki to gári, do mendak jote jaen, +Raja mári Podni, ham bair bisahne jaen" ("My carriage is of reed with +two frogs yoked thereto; the King has seized my Podni; I go to take my +revenge"). "May I go with you?" "Get into my car"--Meets in same way +Ants, Rope and Club, River--Drives into King's courtyard and demands +Podni--King orders him to be shut in henhouse--"Nikal billi, teri bári. +Kán chhor, kanpati mári" ("Come out, Cat, your turn now: come out of my +ear and hit them on the head")--Cat comes out and kills fowls--Next +night shut in stable--"Niklo rassi, aur sonte tumhari bari. Kan chhor, +kanpati mari"--Rope ties horses and Club kills them--Next night shut in +with elephants--"Niklo chiunti tumhári bári. Kán chhor, kanpati +mári"--Ants run up trunks and sting their brains--Next night tied to the +Raja's bed--"Niklo darya teri bári. Kán chhor, kanpati mári"--River +begins to drown King and bed--"For God's sake, take your wife and go." + +Here, as in other tales of this collection, we have the incident of the +Helping Animals, for which see Tawney, "Katha Sarit Ságara," ii. 103, +596; Crooke, "Popular Religion and Folk-lore of Northern India," ii. +202. See _N.I.N.Q._, iii. § 173. + + +29.--The Goat and the Hog + + Told by SÚRAJ SINGH, assistant master of the Kándhla school, + district Muzafarnagar, N.W.P. See _N.I.N.Q._, iv. § 430. + +Goat and Hog friends--Goat goes to seek his fortune--Enters shop of a +Banya--Eats all he can find--Goes into inner room--Banya returns--Little +girl cries for sugar--Goes in to get some--Goat says, "Ek sing anrur +ganrur; dusri sing meri, soni marhawal. Banya beti awo nahin, dhenruki +phoron" ("One of my horns is twisted, one is gilt with gold. Don't come +in, Banya girl, or I will tear your stomach open")--Runs out--Father +sends for the Kotwal--Same thing--Prays to him--Goat comes out: "I want +sweetmeats, ornaments for my head, neck, feet, horns, tail"--Gives them, +putting on all the jewels he has in pawn--Goat shows all this to the +Hog--Hog goes to try his luck--Knew no verses--No one frightened--Banya +drives him out with stick and dogs. + + +30.--The Parrot and the Parson + + Told by BACHAU KASERA, Mirzápur. _N.I.N.Q._, v. § 72. + +Banker taught his parrot to speak--A Sadhu passed by--Quoth Parrot, +"Salaam, Maharáj, how can I get out?" "Let me ask my Guru"--Guru when +asked swooned--Sádhu told Parrot what had happened, and apologised for +not being able to help--"I understand," says Parrot--Feigns death--Cage +opened. + + +31.--The Lion and the Hare + + Told by SURYABALI, Mirzápur. + +No change. The verse is:-- + + Biná budhí ke bágh biláná: + Kharhá san kahún bágh maráná. + + +32.--The Monkey's Bargains + + Told and recorded by RAMESWAR-PURI, teacher, Khairwá + village school, district Mirzápur. + +The Story of Gangá Bûrhi (name of the old woman). No change in the +incidents, except that the cowherd is grinding corn, and the last +sentence is added. The verses are:-- + + Wáh, jangle men se lakari láyá, + Wáh, lakari main burhyá ko dinh, + Burhiyá monkon roti dinh, + Wáh rotiyá main tokôn dinh + Kyá tun mokôn mataki na degá? 5 + +"Hullo! I brought fuel from the forest. (2) I gave it to the old woman. +(3) The old woman gave me cake. (4) I gave that cake to thee. (5) Wilt +not thou give me jugs?" + + U roti main kohrá ko dinh, 4 + Kohrá monkôn metuki dinh, + U metuki main tokôn dinh, + Kyá tu mujhko makkhan na degá? + +"I gave that cake to the Potter. (5) The Potter gave me an earthen +vessel. (6) I gave that earthen vessel to thee. (7) Wilt not thou give +me butter?" + + Wáh roti main kumhará ko dinh, 4 + Kumhará monkon metuki dinh, + Wáh metuki main gwálin ko dinh + Gwálin monkon londi dinh, + Wáh londi main tokôn dinh, + Kyá tu monkôn ek bail bhí na degá? + +"(6) I gave that earthen vessel to the cowherd's wife. (7) The cowherd's +wife gave me a lump of butter. (8) I gave that lump to thee. (9) Wilt +not thou give me an Ox?" + +The others are not given, except the last lines:-- + + Baj meri dholaki dhámak dhûn; + Râni ke badle ái tun. + +"O my drum, make sounds like _dhámak dhûn_: thou art come in exchange +for a Queen." + + +33.--The Monkey's Rebuke + + Told and recorded by LÁLÁ BHAWÁNÍ DÍN, teacher of Majhgáon + district Hamirpur. + +A Banya sold milk mixed with water--Earns 100 rupees--Sets out for +home--Stops to wash at a tank--Lays the bag down--Monkey takes the bag +up a tree--Drops 50 rupees in the tank--Throws down the bag to the +man--"You sold half water and half milk: therefore I have thrown half +your money into this tank"--Banya goes home a better man. + + +34.--The Bull and the Bullfinch + + Told by PANDIT JAGANNÁTH PRASÁD, master of Marári + Kalán village school, and recorded by Pandit + Madhuban, second master of the same, Unáo + district, Oudh. + +Khusat Bird and Bull--The rest as in the story, save that "the Almighty +King of the Universe" promises his help to the Lion--Bull tells +Bird--Bird says, "Did not I warn you? still I will help"--Tells him that +he has dreamt a marriage has been arranged for himself with Mahadeva's +spouse--They apply to Mahadeva for explanation--Mahadeva thinks, "If I +say visions are real things, this Bird will claim my wife"--So says, +"Dreams go by contraries: go home and don't be foolish." + +See the value of friendship. + + +35.--The Swan and the Crow + + Told by LÁLA SHANKAR LÁL, village accountant, and + recorded by CHANGAN SINH, master of the school at + Chamkari, Etah district, N.W.P. + +No change, except Wazir for Judge and Gayá for Jerusalem. The Judge is a +Hindu, and the Crow promises to take his father's bones to the sacred +city of Gayá, in Bengal. + + +36.--Pride shall have a Fall + + Told by AKBAR SHÁH, Mánjhi, one of the jungle-folk of + Manbasa, district Mirzápur. + +No change. The animal with one eye is supposed to be cunning and uncanny +(Crooke, "Popular Religion and Folk-lore of Northern India," ii. 37, +51). Compare No. 37 of this collection. + + +37.--The Kid and the Tiger + + Told by AKBAR SHÁH, Mánjhi, and recorded by PANDIT + RAMGHARÍB CHAUBÉ. A favourite nursery tale of the + Kharwárs of Mirzápur. + +Tigress and She-goat great friends--Tigress has two cubs, Goat four kids +named Khurbhur, Muddil, Goddil, and Nathil--Tigress thinks: "It is hard +that I have only two, and the Goat has four: suppose I eat two of hers +to make things even"--Asks the Goat to let one kid sleep with her--Only +Khurbhur consents--Khurbhur puts one of her cubs in his place--She eats +it--Puts a stone in his place--She breaks her teeth--One-eyed Tiger +calls--Tells a "story": "When I eat goats, all the four kids are one +mouthful"--Khurbhur says, "When you come to eat us, Muddil will hold +your head, Nathil the fore-paws, Goddil the hind-paws, Khurbhur will cut +off your head, if mother holds the light"--Tiger runs away--Meets six +more--They go to Goat's house--Khurbhur climbs tree--They jump and miss +him--They climb one on another, One-eye at bottom--Khurbhur says, +"Mother, a lump of mud to throw in his eye"--One-eye jumps--They +fall--They run away, and trouble the goats no more. + +The one-eyed animal appears in No. 35 of this collection. + + +38.--The Stag, the Crow, and the Jackal + + Told and recorded by BALBÍR PRASÁD, Brahman, + of Mirzápur. + +Stag and Crow are friends--Jackal covets Stag--Says, "A crow is not a +friend for you; choose a denizen of earth like me"--They become +friends--Jackal leads him to snare--Stag is trapped--"I cannot help you, +because there is leather in the snare, and it is the Ekádashi (eleventh +day of the lunar fortnight) when I fast"--Crow advises him to feign +death--He does so, and escapes. + + +39.--The Monkey and the Crows + + Told by SARIJU PRASÁD, teacher of the school at Subhikha, + Bahraich district, Oudh. + +Crows build nests in a cotton-tree (_semal_)--In the rains a Monkey +arrives soaking--Said the Crows, "We build nests with only a beak: can +you not make a better with two hands and two feet?" "Wait till +morning"--Then he tears down their nests--"Good advice given to a fool +only kindles his malice." + + +40.--The Swan and the Paddy-bird + + Told by DEVI DÍN, student, and recorded by BADARI PRASÁD, + of the school at Musanagar, Cawnpur district. + +No change. The lake in the original is the famous Mana Sarovar lake in +Tibet. The Swan at the end repeats this couplet:-- + + Bit chhoto, chit saugun, bit men chit na samáe: + So murak binsat sadan, jirni bakuli nariyar kháe. + +("Desire is one thing, capacity is another. The desire exceeds the +power. Thus die the foolish, as did the Paddy-bird when she tried to eat +the cocoa-nut.") + +The Paddy-bird is the Bagla, or Bagula, a sort of small heron (_Ardea +torra_), which frequents the banks of ponds and catches little fish and +frogs. In folk-lore, from its quaint appearance, it is the type of +demure cunning, and a sanctimonious rogue ascetic is often compared to +it. + +Compare a similar tale of a crane: _Jātaka_, No. 236 (Cambridge +translation, ii. 161). + + +41.--What is a Man? + + Told by _Shibbá Sinh Gaur_, Brahman, resident in + Saharanpur, N.W.P. + +No change, except that the order of the animals is Elephant, Camel, Ox. + +Another version makes the man a carpenter--He goes away and makes a +cage--Induces the Lion to enter--Leaves him to starve. + +The complaints of the animals against men form the subject of a very +amusing Hindustani book derived from the Persian, the Akhwán-us-safa. + + +42.--The Wound and the Scar + + Told by SHAIKH FARÍD AHMAD, and recorded by the teacher of + the village school, Barhauli, district Bahraich, Oudh. + +No change, except the Wound is dealt by the Woodman's axe, at the +command of the Lion, when first he visits him after the sickness. The +verses are-- + + Samman dhaga prem ka jin toryo chatkay + Jore se na jurat hai, aut ganth par jay. + + +43.--The Cat and the Parrot + + Told by BISESHAR DAYÁL, Banya (or corn-chandler), + of Bindki, district Fatehpur, N.W.P., and recorded + by PANDIT BALDEO PRASÁD, teacher of the Tahsili + school, Bindki. + +No change, except the Parrot says, "I am sitting on the branch of a +mango-tree and getting a bill made." Number of cakes not given. And +after meeting the Raja, the Cat meets (1) four young of the wild cow +(Surahgáya), which she eats, and (2) a pair of Surahgáya, which fall +upon her, and tear her stomach open, when all those she has eaten troop +out. + +Here, as in other tales of this collection, the Parson is the Guru or +spiritual adviser of pious Hindus. + + + PRINTED BY + THE TEMPLE PRESS AT LETCHWORTH IN GREAT BRITAIN + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Notes: + +Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + +Varied accenting was retained. 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