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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old
+India, by W.H.D. Rouse
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+Title: The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old India
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+Author: W.H.D. Rouse
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+Illustrator: W. Robinson
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+Release Date: May 5, 2011 [EBook #36039]
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+                             THE GIANT CRAB
+                     And Other Tales from Old India
+
+
+                               Retold by
+                             W. H. D. ROUSE
+
+                       Illustrated by W. Robinson
+
+
+                                 London
+                      David Nutt, 270-271, Strand
+                                  1897
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+WARNING
+
+To the Studious or Scientific Reader
+
+
+I hope no one will imagine this to be a scientific book. It is meant to
+amuse children; and if it succeeds in this, its aim will be hit. Thus
+the stories here given, although grounded upon the great Buddhist
+collection named below, have been ruthlessly altered wherever this
+would better suit them for the purpose in view; and probably some of
+them Buddha himself would fail to recognise.
+
+My thanks are due to the Syndics of the Cambridge University Press
+for permitting the use of their translation of the Jataka Book; [1]
+from which comes the groundwork of the stories, and occasionally a
+phrase or a versicle is borrowed. To this work I refer all scholars,
+folk-lorists and scientific persons generally: warning them that if
+they plunge deeper into these pages, they will be horribly shocked.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                                    Page
+
+    The Giant Crab                                     1
+    The Hypocritical Cat                               6
+    The Crocodile and the Monkey                       9
+    The Axe, the Drum, the Bowl, and the Diamond      14
+    The Wise Parrot and the Foolish Parrot            26
+    The Dishonest Friend                              30
+    The Mouse and the Farmer                          34
+    The Talkative Tortoise                            38
+    The Monkeys and the Gardener                      41
+    The Goblin and the Sneeze                         45
+    The Grateful Beasts and the Ungrateful Prince     49
+    The Goblin in the Pool                            56
+    The Foolish Farmer and the King                   59
+    The Pious Wolf                                    62
+    Birds of a Feather                                64
+    Spend a Pound to Win a Penny                      68
+    The Cunning Crane and the Crab                    70
+    Union is Strength                                 77
+    Silence is Golden                                 80
+    The Great Yellow King and his Porter              82
+    The Quail and the Falcon                          86
+    Pride Must Have a Fall                            88
+    The Bold Beggar                                   95
+    The Jackal Would A-Wooing Go                      97
+    The Lion and the Boar                            102
+    The Goblin City                                  106
+    Lacknose                                         111
+    The King's Lesson                                114
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GIANT CRAB
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a lake in the mountains, and in that lake
+lived a huge Crab. I daresay you have often seen crabs boiled, and
+put on a dish for you to eat; and perhaps at the seaside you have
+watched them sidling away at the bottom of a pool. Sometimes a boy
+or girl bathing in the sea gets a nip from a crab, and then there is
+squeaking and squealing. But our Crab was much larger than these; he
+was the largest Crab ever heard of; he was bigger than a dining-room
+table, and his claws were as big as an armchair. Fancy what it must
+be to have a nip from such claws as those!
+
+Well, this huge Crab lived all alone in the lake. Now the different
+animals that lived in the wild mountains used to come to that lake
+to drink; deer and antelopes, foxes and wolves, lions and tigers and
+elephants. And whenever they came into the water to drink, the great
+Crab was on the watch; and one of them at least never went up out of
+the water again. The Crab used to nip it with one of his huge claws
+and pull it under, and then the poor beast was drowned, and made a
+fine dinner for the big Crab.
+
+This went on for a long time, and the Crab grew bigger and bigger
+every day, fattening on the animals that came there to drink. So at
+last all the animals were afraid to go near that lake. This was a
+pity, because there was very little water in the mountains, and the
+creatures did not know what to do when they were thirsty.
+
+At last a great Elephant made up his mind to put an end to the Crab and
+his doings. So he and his wife agreed that they would lead a herd of
+elephants there to drink, and while the other elephants were drinking,
+they would look out for the Crab.
+
+They did as they arranged. When the herd of elephants got to the
+lake, these two went in first, and kept farthest out in the water,
+watching for the Crab; and the others drank, and trumpeted, and washed
+themselves close inshore.
+
+Soon they had had enough, and began to go out of the water; and then,
+sure enough, the Elephant felt a tremendous nip on the leg. The Crab
+had crawled up under the water and got him fast. He nodded to his wife,
+who bravely stayed by his side; and then she began:
+
+"Dear Mr. Crab!" she said, "please let my husband go!"
+
+The Crab poked his eyes out of the water. You know a crab's eyes
+grow on a kind of little stalk; and this Crab was so big, that his
+eyes looked like two thick tree-trunks, with a cannon-ball on the top
+of each. Now this Crab was a great flirt, or rather he used to be a
+great flirt, but lately he had nobody to flirt with, because he had
+eaten up all the creatures that came near him. And Mrs. Elephant was
+a beautiful elephant, with a shiny brown skin, and elegant flapping
+ears, and a curly trunk, and two white tusks that twinkled when she
+smiled. So when the big Crab saw this beautiful elephant, he thought
+he would like to have a kiss; and he said in a wheedling tone:
+
+"Dear little Elephant! Will you give me a kiss?"
+
+Then Mrs. Elephant pretended to be very pleased, and put her head
+on one side, and flapped her tail; and she looked so sweet and so
+tempting, that the Crab let go the other elephant, and began to crawl
+slowly towards her, waving his eyes about as he went.
+
+All this while Mr. Elephant had been in great pain from the nip of
+the Crab's claw, but he had said nothing, for he was a very brave
+Elephant. But he did not mean to let his wife come to any harm;
+not he! It was all part of their trick. And as soon as he felt his
+leg free, he trumpeted loud and long, and jumped right upon the
+Crab's back!
+
+Crack, crack! went the Crab's shell; for, big as he was, an elephant
+was too heavy for him to carry. Crack, crack, crack! The Elephant
+jumped up and down on his back, and in a very short time the Crab
+was crushed to mincemeat.
+
+What rejoicing there was among the animals when they saw the Crab
+crushed to death! From far and near they came, and passed a vote of
+thanks to the Elephant and his wife, and made them King and Queen of
+all the animals in the mountains.
+
+As for the Crab, there was nothing left of him but his claws, which
+were so hard that nothing could even crack them; so they were left in
+the pool. And in the autumn there came a great flood, and carried the
+claws down into the river; and the river carried them hundreds of miles
+away, to a great city; where the King's sons found them, and made out
+of them two immense drums, which they always beat when they go to war;
+and the very sound of these drums is enough to frighten the enemy away.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HYPOCRITICAL CAT
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a troop of Rats that used to live in holes
+by a river side. A certain Cat often saw them going to and fro, and
+longed to have them to eat. But he was not strong enough to attack
+them all together; besides, that would not have suited his purpose,
+because most of them would have run away.
+
+So he used to stand early in the morning, not far from their holes,
+with his face towards the sun, snuffing up the air, and standing on
+one leg.
+
+The Rats wondered why he did that, so one day they all trooped up to
+him in a body, and asked the reason.
+
+"What is your name, sir?" they began.
+
+"Holy is my name," said the Cat.
+
+"Why do you stand on one leg?"
+
+"Because if I stood on all four, the earth could not bear my weight."
+
+"And why do you keep your mouth open?"
+
+"Because I feed on the air, and never eat anything else."
+
+"And why do you face the sun?"
+
+"Because I worship the sun."
+
+"What a pious Cat!" the Rats all thought. Ever after that, when they
+started out in the morning, they did not fail first to make their bow
+to the Cat one by one, and to show thus their respect for his piety.
+
+This was just what our Cat wanted. Every day, as they filed past,
+he waited till the tail of the string came up; then like lightning
+pounced upon the hindmost, and gobbled him up in a trice; after which
+he stood on one leg as before, licking his lips greedily.
+
+For a while all went well for the Cat's plan; but at last the Chief
+of the Rats noticed that the troop seemed to grow smaller. Here and
+there he missed some familiar face. He could not make it out; but at
+last a thought came into his mind, that perhaps the pious Cat might
+know more about it than he chose to tell.
+
+Next day accordingly, he posted himself at the tail of the troop,
+where he could see everything that went on; and as the Rats one by
+one bowed before the Cat, he watched the Cat out of the end of his eye.
+
+As he came up, the Cat prepared for his pounce. But our Rat was ready
+for him, and dodged out of the way.
+
+"Aha!" says the Rat, "so that is your piety! Feeds on the air, does
+he! and worships the sun--eh? What a humbug!" And with one spring he
+was at the Cat's throat, and his sharp teeth fast. The other Rats
+heard the scuffle, and came trooping back; and it was crunch and
+munch, till not a vestige remained of the hypocritical Cat. Those
+who came first had cat to eat, and those who came last went sniffing
+about at the mouths of their friends, and asking what was the taste
+of catsmeat. And ever after the Rats lived in peace and happiness.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CROCODILE AND THE MONKEY
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a deep and wide river, and in this
+river lived a crocodile. I do not know whether you have ever
+seen a crocodile; but if you did see one, I am sure you would be
+frightened. They are very long, twice as long as your bed; and they
+are covered with hard green or yellow scales; and they have a wide
+flat snout, and a huge jaw with hundreds of sharp teeth, so big that
+it could hold you all at once inside it. This crocodile used to lie
+all day in the mud, half under water, basking in the sun, and never
+moving; but if any little animal came near, he would jump up, and open
+his big jaws, and snap it up as a dog snaps up a fly. And if you had
+gone near him, he would have snapped you up too, just as easily.
+
+On the bank of this river lived a monkey. He spent the day climbing
+about the trees, and eating nuts or wild fruit; but he had been there
+so long, that there was hardly any fruit left upon the trees.
+
+Now it so happened that the crocodile's wife cast a longing eye on this
+Monkey. She was very dainty in her eating, was Mrs. Crocodile, and
+she liked the tit-bits. So one morning she began to cry. Crocodile's
+tears are very big, and as her tears dropped into the water, splash,
+splash, splash, Mr. Crocodile woke up from his snooze, and looked
+round to see what was the matter.
+
+"Why, wife," said he, "what are you crying about?"
+
+"I'm hungry!" whimpered Mrs. Crocodile.
+
+"All right," said he, "wait a while. I'll soon catch you something."
+
+"But I want that Monkey's heart!" said Mrs. Crocodile. Splash, splash,
+splash, went her tears again.
+
+"Come, come, cheer up," said Mr. Crocodile. He was very fond of
+his wife, and he would have wiped away her tears, only he had no
+pocket-handkerchief. "Cheer up!" said he; "I'll see what I can do."
+
+His wife dried her tears, and Mr. Crocodile lay down again on the
+mud, thinking. He thought for a whole hour. You see, though he was
+very big, he was very stupid. At last he heaved a sigh of relief,
+for he thought he had hit upon a clever plan.
+
+He wallowed along the bank to a place just underneath a big tree. Up
+on the tree our Monkey was swinging by his tail, and chattering
+to himself.
+
+"Monkey!" he called out, in the softest voice he could manage. It
+was not very soft, something like a policeman's rattle; but it was
+the best he could do, with all those sharp teeth.
+
+The Monkey stopped swinging, and looked down. The Crocodile had never
+spoken to him before, and he felt rather surprised.
+
+"Monkey, dear!" called the Crocodile, again.
+
+"Well, what is it?" asked the Monkey.
+
+"I'm sure you must be hungry," said Mr. Crocodile. "I see you have
+eaten all the fruit on these trees; but why don't you try the trees
+on the other side of the river? Just look, apples, pears, quinces,
+plums, anything you could wish for! And heaps of them!"
+
+"That is all very well," said the Monkey. "But how can I get across
+a wide river like this?"
+
+"Oh!" said the cunning Crocodile, "that is easily managed. I like
+your looks, and I want to do you a good turn. Jump on my back, and
+I'll swim across; then you can enjoy yourself!"
+
+Never had the Monkey had an offer so tempting. He swung round a branch
+three times in his joy; his eyes glistened, and without thinking a
+moment, down he jumped on the Crocodile's back.
+
+The Crocodile began to swim slowly across. The Monkey fixed his eyes
+on the opposite bank with its glorious fruit trees, and danced for
+joy. Suddenly he felt the water about his feet! It rose to his legs,
+it rose to his middle. The Crocodile was sinking!
+
+"Mr. Crocodile! Mr. Crocodile! take care!" said he. "You'll drown me!"
+
+"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Crocodile, snapping his great jaws. "So
+you thought I was taking you across out of pure good nature! You are
+a green monkey, to be sure. The truth is, my wife has taken a fancy
+to you, and wants your heart to eat! If you had seen her crying this
+morning, I am sure you would have pitied her."
+
+"What a good thing you told me!" said the Monkey. (He was a very clever
+Monkey, and had his wits about him.) "Wait a bit, and I'll tell you
+why. My heart, I think you said? Why, I never carry my heart inside
+me; that would be too dangerous. If we Monkeys went jumping about the
+trees with our hearts inside, we should knock them to bits in no time."
+
+The Crocodile rose up to the surface again. He felt very glad he had
+not drowned the Monkey, because, as I said, he was a stupid creature,
+and did not see that the Monkey was playing him a trick.
+
+"Oh," said he, "where is your heart, then?"
+
+"Do you see that cluster of round things up in the tree there, on the
+further bank? Those are our hearts, all in a bunch; and pretty safe
+too, at that height, I should hope!" It was really a fig-tree, and
+certainly the figs did look very much like a bunch of hearts. "Just
+you take me across," he went on, "and I'll climb up and drop my heart
+down; I can do very well without it."
+
+"You excellent creature!" said the Crocodile, "so I will!"
+
+And he swam across the river. The Monkey leapt lightly off the
+Crocodile's back, and swung himself up the fig-tree. Then he sat down
+on a branch, and began to eat the figs with great enjoyment.
+
+"Your heart, please!" called out the Crocodile. "Can't you see I'm
+waiting?"
+
+"Well, wait as long as you like!" said the Monkey. "Are you such a
+fool as to think that any creature keeps its heart in a tree? Your
+body is big, but your wit is little. No, no; here I am, and here I
+mean to stay. Many thanks for bringing me over!"
+
+The Crocodile snapped his jaws in disgust, and went back to his wife,
+feeling very foolish, as he was; and the Monkey had such a feast in
+the fig-tree as he never had in his life before.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE AXE, THE DRUM, THE BOWL, AND THE DIAMOND
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a poor young man who went out into the world
+to seek his fortune. He went aboard a ship sailing across the ocean;
+and after they had sailed for a year and a day, suddenly a great storm
+arose. The rain descended, and the wind blew, and it blew so hard and
+so wild, that the ship went miles out of her course, and the skipper
+could not tell where they were. And then, in the middle of the night,
+a great crash came, and the ship was dashed upon a reef. The waves
+beat and battered it, and turned it topsy-turvy, and the end of it
+was that every soul was drowned except the poor young man.
+
+The waves washed him ashore, more dead than alive, and on the shore
+he lay till next morning, when the sun warmed him and woke him up
+from his faint. He got up and looked about him, and wandered over
+the place, which he found was an island. It did not take him long to
+walk round it; and then he saw that it was a small island, and far as
+the eye could reach not another speck of land was to be seen. There
+were plenty of trees growing in the island, with fruit and flowers,
+bananas and cocoanuts, and springs of water; but on the trees were
+no birds, and no animals ran about on the ground. So he lived on the
+fruits and roots, and did the best he could.
+
+One day, to his great surprise, he saw a black thing in the sky; and,
+still more surprising, the black thing had no wings. Yet it was flying,
+and flew nearer and nearer, until he saw that it was a large wild
+pig. How could a pig fly through the air? He rubbed his eyes and looked
+again; yes, a pig it was beyond all doubt; and it flew closer and
+closer until it came to the island. He hid behind a bush, and saw the
+pig sink slowly to the ground and lie down under a tree. Soon the pig
+was fast asleep and snoring. He went up close, and, to his amazement,
+by the pig's side, was the most magnificent diamond he ever saw. It
+blazed and sparkled in the sun and looked like a ball of fire. He
+stepped gingerly up to the pig, and took hold of the diamond; the pig
+was very sleepy and snored away heartily. As he turned the diamond
+about in his hand and saw it flash, he suddenly thought to himself,
+"What if the pig should wake? He looks fierce, he has great sharp
+tusks, and I have nothing to defend myself with. If I were only up
+in that tree, now----" But what on earth had happened? As the thought
+came into his mind, he found himself perched in the tree-top.
+
+For a little while he was quite dazed and dizzy. Then he began to
+wonder if it could be the diamond which had done this miracle. So
+just to try, he wished himself down again; and there he was, without
+knowing how! He began to understand that this was a magic diamond,
+and something which he must take great care of. Then he wished himself
+up in the tree again.
+
+When he was in the tree once more, he picked off a nut that was
+growing on the tree, and dropped it upon the pig's nose. The pig
+woke up, raised his head, and looked round for the diamond; he was
+a very intelligent pig, indeed he was really not a pig at all, but a
+great magician, who used to fly about in the shape of a pig because
+he was as wicked as could be, and preferred being a pig rather than
+a man. There are really a great many people like that, only we see
+them in the shape of men and do not know the difference.
+
+Now when this pig saw that his diamond was gone, he fell in a fury; for
+all his power lay in the diamond, and without it he was nothing more
+than any other pig. So he glared and snorted, and looked all round,
+and down, and up--and then he saw the man who had dropped the nut
+upon his snout! Then his fury knew no bounds; he foamed at the mouth,
+and ran raging round and round the tree; but the man only laughed,
+and dropped more nuts on him. This made him mad indeed, for pigs
+cannot climb trees, and he saw that his diamond was lost, and with
+it all his magical power; so in his madness he charged straight at
+the tree, and ran his tusks right into the trunk. There they stuck,
+and tug as he would, he could not get them out.
+
+The man wished himself down from the tree, and looked about for a large
+stone, with which he battered the pig's skull till it was dead. Then he
+held the diamond over the pig, so that the sun's rays shone down and
+were reflected through it; and so fine and strong was the diamond,
+that in a very short time a delicious smell of roast pork rose to
+his nostrils, and the whole pig was done to a turn, with rich crisp
+crackling. Then he took a sharp shell which he found lying on the
+beach, and carved off slices of the pork, which he ate. It was very
+nice indeed, and he had the best meal he had enjoyed since the ship had
+been wrecked on the reef, and he had been cast ashore on that island.
+
+By-and-by, when he had finished his dinner, it occurred to him that
+as the pig had flown there through the air, so he might fly away. So
+holding his diamond in his hand, he wished to fly through the air to
+the nearest land. Then he felt himself rising, and he was carried
+swiftly through the air, and away, away over the sea; the island
+grew smaller, it became a black patch, it dwindled to a speck in the
+distance. The sun shone warm upon him, the waves sparkled underneath;
+porpoises gambolled about, playing leap-frog in the sea; flying-fish
+came out of the water in a flash of light, and dropped into the water
+again; still he went on, till, as the sun was setting, he came close
+to a sandy beach; and there before long he stood, wondering what he
+should do next.
+
+He looked round, and not far off, behind a clump of bushes, rose a
+thin column of smoke. He put the diamond in his pocket, and walked
+towards the smoke. Soon he saw a queer little hut, and at the door,
+upon the ground, sat a man without any legs. Whether a shark had
+bitten off his legs, or whether he never had any, I cannot tell you,
+for he never told me; but there he sat, like a chessman. He had a
+fur cap, and a fur coat; he did not need any trousers, for he had no
+legs to put them on, as I have told you. In front of him was a fire,
+and over the fire was a spit, and on the spit was a young kid roasting.
+
+"Good evening, sir," said the young man.
+
+"Good evening," said the other.
+
+"Can you give me a night's shelter?" the young man asked.
+
+"Whatever I have, you may share," said the old man with no legs.
+
+So they sat down, and ate a good meal; but the young man was
+rather frightened to see that the other man ate skin, and bones,
+and everything. And he did not like the way the old man eyed him. In
+fact I must tell you, that this old man was another magician, and a
+friend of the magician who looked like a pig; and when any travellers
+came that way, he used to eat them. He did not eat this traveller,
+because the kid was ready roasted; but he meant to do it as soon as
+he should be hungry again.
+
+"How did you get here?" asked the old man.
+
+"I flew over the sea," said the young man.
+
+"Indeed!" said the old man. "And how did you manage that?"
+
+Then the traveller showed his diamond, and told the old man what a
+wonderful stone it was, and how it gave any one power to fly through
+the air.
+
+"If you will give me your diamond," said the old man, "I will give you
+my axe. You see I have no legs, so you may wonder how I live. This is
+the way I live. If I slap this axe on the handle, and say, Wood and
+fire! away it flies, and cuts wood and kindles a fire. If I slap the
+steel, and say, Heads! away it flies, and chops off the head of a goat
+or any animal I want; and then it brings me meat for my dinner. Now
+I have lived here for a thousand years by the help of my axe, and I
+am rather tired of being in one place. I should like to see the world
+before I die, and that is why I want your diamond."
+
+"All right," said the young man, "it's a bargain." They exchanged the
+axe and the diamond; the old man turned it over in his hand, chuckling
+greedily. As soon as the young man got grip of the axe, he smacked
+the steel, and says he, "Heads!" In a jiffy the axe sliced through
+the old man's neck like a turnip, and he had no more head than legs.
+
+Then the traveller picked up the diamond, and put it in his pocket. So
+now he had two magic things instead of one. He blessed his luck,
+and fell asleep very happily inside the old magician's hut.
+
+Next morning, with the diamond in his pocket and the axe on his
+shoulder, the young man set out on his travels. All day long he walked
+through the forest, until at evening time he saw before him another
+hut, like the first, where lived the old man with no legs. Before
+this hut, too, there was a fire burning, and beside the fire sat an
+old man without any arms. Whether a tiger had bitten off his arms or
+whether he never had any, I cannot say, because he never told me;
+but there he sat like a pair of compasses. He had the stump of a
+tree to sit on, and before him was another stump, and on this stump
+was a large bowl of milk, out of which he was drinking. When he saw
+our friend, he tipped over this bowl with his chin; instantly a deep
+roaring river surrounded him and his hut, and he sat in the middle,
+laughing at the young man's surprise. But he did not laugh long, for
+the young man instantly wished himself over the river, and there he
+was. Now it was his turn to laugh.
+
+"How on earth did you do that?" asked the old man. He was much too
+astonished to think of saying good-day.
+
+"Oh, that's nothing," said the young man, and showed him his diamond.
+
+The old man's eyes glistened. He thought how nice it would be to have
+that diamond.
+
+"What do you say to selling me that diamond?" said he.
+
+"What will you give me for it?" asked the young man.
+
+"I will give you this bowl. It is a wishing bowl. Whenever you are
+hungry all you have to do is to wish for something in it, and there
+it is; milk, or soup, or wine; anything that can go in a bowl. And
+if you turn it over, as you saw me do just now, a rushing, roaring
+river pours out, and surrounds you, or, if you like, it will flood
+a whole country and drown every living thing."
+
+"Dear me!" said the young man, "that is a wonderful bowl. Well,
+I agree; I'll give you my diamond for it." So they exchanged the
+bowl and the diamond. The old man took the diamond in his hand and
+watched it sparkle; but he did not watch long, for the young man
+slapped his hatchet and cried, "Heads!" In a jiffy the steel sliced
+through the old man's neck like a cucumber, and he had no more head
+than arms. Then the young man picked up his diamond and put it away in
+his pocket. So now he had three wonderful things instead of two. He
+blessed his good luck, wished for some delicious wine in his bowl,
+drank it, and went to sleep happily, in the old man's hut.
+
+Next morning the young man was up betimes; and after taking a meal
+out of his wishing-bowl, he set out once more to walk through the
+forest. After he had walked for some hours, he heard, far in the
+distance, a loud rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub, boom, boom, boom. He
+felt as if he could hardly help running away; still, with a great
+effort, he began to walk towards the sound, which got louder and
+louder every minute, till at last it made a tremendous din. Then,
+suddenly, just as he came upon a little open glade in the forest, he
+heard a rustle, bustle, jostle, and out of the trees came a great herd
+of elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, and all sorts of wild animals,
+their hair bristling with fright, and every one of them tearing along
+at full speed. They were far too much terrified to notice him, and,
+scurrying across the glade, they vanished among the trees.
+
+By this time the noise had ceased, but it was not long before he came
+upon another little glade, and at the end of the glade was a hut,
+and in front of that hut sat a big black giant with a drum.
+
+"Good day to you!" roared the giant, in a great voice.
+
+"Good day!" said the young man, rather frightened.
+
+"Come and have something to eat!" roared the giant.
+
+"Thank you," said the young man.
+
+They sat down, and the giant offered him some food. But the young
+man thought it was safer not to take any of the giant's food, so he
+pulled out his bowl, and wished for some soup, and sipped it.
+
+"What is that?" asked the giant.
+
+The young man told him it was a wishing bowl, that gave any food
+he wanted. The giant was very much delighted with the wishing bowl,
+and thought that if he could get that bowl, he would be able to eat
+without the trouble of getting things.
+
+"I'll buy that bowl!" he roared.
+
+"What will you give me for it?" asked the young man.
+
+"I will give you this drum," said the giant. "If you beat on one side,
+everybody that hears it will run away."
+
+"Ah, that was why the lions and tigers were running away just
+now!" said the young man.
+
+"Yes," said the giant. "And if you beat on the other side, a splendid
+army of soldiers and horses will spring up out of the ground and
+defend you."
+
+"All right, here you are," said the young man, and gave him the bowl.
+
+The giant took the bowl in great glee, and horrid to tell, wished
+out loud for a bowlful of blood! He began to drink it, but he did not
+finish; for as he buried his nose in the bowl, the young man slapped
+his axe, and said--"Heads!" Down came the axe with a crash on the
+giant's head, and cut it clean in two!
+
+If the young man was glad when he saw the giant's head cleft in two,
+he was gladder when he went inside the giant's hut. For there, all
+round the wall, were the bodies of travellers who had passed that
+way; and they were tied to the uprights of the wall, and their bodies
+were dry as dust, and shrivelled like a medlar. For this giant used
+to catch all travellers and tie them up in his house, and then he
+sucked their blood till they were dry. So when our traveller saw what
+a narrow escape he had had, he determined no longer to remain in that
+dreadful place. Picking up the bowl and the drum, and feeling to see
+that his axe and diamond were safe, he wished himself at the gate of
+the nearest city.
+
+Now the king of this city was a very cruel king. He used to rob and
+murder even his own subjects; and as for strangers, he had short
+shrift and no mercy for them. So when the king heard that there was a
+stranger outside the gates, he made up his mind to have some sport;
+and sent out a company of soldiers to fetch him in. The young man
+beat his drum, and they all took to their heels! You may imagine
+how angry the king was to hear this; he had all their heads chopped
+off on the spot, and sent a regiment. The same thing happened to the
+regiment. But this only made the king angrier than ever. He ordered
+all his army to be marshalled before the gates, and himself riding at
+their head, led them forward to capture this audacious stranger. Then
+the young man tipped over his wishing bowl. Out poured a roaring
+torrent of water that flooded the plain, and drowned every soldier
+in the army, all except the king, who had galloped back to the city,
+and got up on the wall. Then the young man slapped his axe, and cried,
+"Heads! I want the king's head!" Off flew the axe through the air
+like a boomerang, and sliced off the king's head, and brought it
+back to its master. The people inside the city began to cheer with
+joy, when they saw the king with his head off. And when the axe came
+back, the young man beat upon the other side of his drum; and lo and
+behold! the earth began to tremble, it seemed full of holes, and from
+every hole sprouted a warrior fully armed. Surrounded by his army,
+he marched into the city, where he became king, and lived happily
+ever after. And I hope that we may be half as happy as he was.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WISE PARROT AND THE FOOLISH PARROT
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a man who had two pet parrots that
+could talk very nicely; indeed they had more sense than most people
+have, and when their master was alone he used to spend the evening
+chattering with them. They cracked jokes like any Christian, and told
+the funniest tales.
+
+But this man had a thievish maid-servant. He had to lock everything
+up, and even as it was, never turned his back but she was filching
+and pilfering.
+
+One day the man had to go away on a journey. Before he went he took
+out the two parrots, and perched one on each fist, and says he to them,
+"Now, Beaky and Tweaky, I want you to watch the maid while I am gone;
+and if she steals anything, you are to tell me when I come home again."
+
+They blinked at him, their eyelids coming up over their eyes from
+underneath, as you must have noticed in parrots; looking very solemn
+as they did so. Then Beaky said,
+
+
+        "If she do it
+        She shall rue it!"
+
+
+But Tweaky said nothing at all; only winked again more solemnly
+than ever.
+
+"Good Beaky!" said the man, "naughty Tweaky!"
+
+Then he went away.
+
+As soon as he was out of sight, the maid began her games. She picked
+the locks of his cupboards and ate the sugar, she ate the biscuits,
+she drank the wine. Beaky hopped into the room, stood on one leg,
+and shrieked,
+
+
+        "Naughty maid!
+        Aren't you afraid?
+        Master shall know,
+        And you shall go!"
+
+
+The maid jumped as if she had been shot, and looked round. She thought
+somebody had caught her unawares; but when she saw it was Beaky she put
+on a sweet smile, and held out a lump of sugar, saying in a coaxing
+voice, "Pretty Poll! pretty Beaky! I won't do it again! Come, then,
+and have a nice lump of sugar."
+
+This temptation was too strong for poor Beaky. He wanted very much
+to do his duty, but he wanted the lump of sugar more. So he put his
+head on one side and, looking very wise, sidled up to the maid. This
+was very wrong of Beaky, because he knew the sugar was stolen; and in
+another minute he was sorry; for as soon as he came within reach and
+pecked at the sugar, the maid caught him by the neck with the other
+hand. Then her smile changed, and she sneered,
+
+"So Beaky is going to tell, is he? Tell-tale tit! I'll teach Beaky
+to tell tales!" As she said each word, she plucked out a feather from
+poor Beaky's head. Beaky shrieked and Beaky struggled, but all in vain;
+she did not let him go till he was bald as a bullet.
+
+Tweaky saw all this, but said nothing, only winked and blinked, and
+looked more solemn than ever. The maid looked at him, but thought she,
+"That bird is too stupid to tell, and he isn't worth the trouble of
+plucking." So she left him alone.
+
+By-and-by the master came in. The maid went up to him in a great
+bustle, and said she had found Beaky stealing sugar, and she had
+plucked him as a punishment.
+
+When the evening came, the master sat in his room with Beaky and
+Tweaky. Poor Beaky felt ashamed of himself, and had nothing to say;
+he sat on his perch the picture of misery, with his tail drooping,
+and his ridiculous bald head. Tweaky said nothing at all.
+
+Now it happened that the master had a bald head too, and when he took
+off his skull-cap, which he generally wore to keep his head warm,
+Tweaky noticed it.
+
+He laughed loud and shrieked out, "Oh-oh-oh! Where's your feathers,
+Tell-tale tit? Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+Tweaky was only a parrot, you see, and was not always quite correct
+in his grammar, as you are.
+
+"What do you mean?" asked the master.
+
+But for a long time Tweaky would say nothing but the same words over
+and over again, "Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?" However,
+by-and-by they heard the maid going to bed, tramp, tramp, tramp. Then
+Tweaky grew a little braver; and next time the master asked him what
+he meant, he replied:
+
+
+        "Every parrot has two eyes,
+        Both the foolish and the wise;
+        But the wise can shut them tight
+        When 'tis best to have no sight.
+        Wisdom has the best of it:
+        Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+
+Then the master understood what had happened, for he was a very clever
+man; and without any delay he ran upstairs two steps at a time,
+and woke the maid, and made her dress herself, and turned her out
+of the house then and there. I wonder why he did not do it before,
+but that is no business of mine.
+
+After that, poor Beaky never had the heart to talk again; but Tweaky,
+whenever he saw a bald-headed man, or a woman with a high forehead,
+shrieked out at the top of his voice--
+
+"Ha! ha! ha! Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE DISHONEST FRIEND
+
+
+There was once a man who went on a journey, and he asked a friend to
+take charge of his plough till he should return. The friend promised
+to take great care of it. But no sooner was the man gone than he sold
+the plough and put the price in his own pocket. Was not that a mean
+trick to serve a friend?
+
+The man came back, and asked his friend for the plough.
+
+"Oh, I am so sorry," the friend replied; "my house is infested with
+rats, and one night a very big rat came and ate it up."
+
+"Ah well," said the man, "what can't be cured must be endured! It
+must have been a very big rat, though."
+
+"It was," said the other, "very big."
+
+You must not suppose this man was quite such a fool as he seemed. You
+will soon see why he did not make a fuss about his plough.
+
+Next day he took his friend's son out for a walk. When they had gone
+some distance he took the boy to another friend's house, and told
+this friend to keep the boy safe, but not to let him go out of the
+house till he returned.
+
+Then he ran back to the boy's father.
+
+"Where is my boy?" asked the father.
+
+"Your boy? Oh, I remember--a hawk swooped down and carried him off."
+
+"Oh, you liar! oh, you murderer!" said the friend. "Come before the
+judge, and then we shall see."
+
+"As you please," said the man.
+
+So they went to the court.
+
+"What is your complaint?" asked the judge.
+
+"My lord, this man took my son out for a walk with him, and came back
+alone, and now he says a hawk carried him off. He must have murdered
+the boy! Justice, my lord, justice!"
+
+"What is this?" asked the judge sternly. "Come, my man, tell the
+truth."
+
+"It is the truth, my lord," said the man; "he came with me for a walk,
+and was carried away by a hawk."
+
+"Nonsense!" said the judge. "Who ever heard of a hawk carrying off
+a boy?"
+
+"And who ever heard, my lord, of a rat eating a plough?"
+
+"What do you mean?" asked the judge.
+
+The man told his story. Then the judge saw that the man who complained
+had cheated his friend, and understood what was the reason of this
+little trick. So he said to the man whose son was lost:
+
+"If you find the plough that was entrusted to you, perhaps your son
+may be found too."
+
+The man was much annoyed at being found out, but, willy nilly, he
+had to give the plough back. Then his son was brought back safe to
+him again. And he began to see that honesty is the best policy.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE MOUSE AND THE FARMER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Mouse, who made his hole in a place where
+there were thousands and thousands of golden sovereigns buried in the
+ground. Now there was a Farmer who owned the land where this treasure
+was buried; but he did not know about it, or else of course he would
+have dug it up. He often noticed the little Mouse sitting with his
+head peeping out of the hole, but as he was a very kind Farmer, he
+never hurt the Mouse; and now and then when he was having his own
+dinner, he would throw the Mouse a bit of cheese.
+
+The Mouse was very grateful to the Farmer, and wondered what he could
+do to show it. At last he thought of the treasure; for this Mouse was
+sensible enough to know that Farmers are very pleased to get a golden
+sovereign now and again. So one day, as the Farmer went by the hole,
+Mousie ran out with a golden sovereign in his mouth, and dropped it at
+the Farmer's feet. You can imagine how glad the Farmer was to see a
+golden sovereign. Indeed, it was the first one he had seen since the
+Corn Laws were abolished. So he thanked the Mouse, and went down to
+the village, and bought him a beautiful piece of meat. After this the
+Mouse every day brought the Farmer a golden sovereign, and every day
+the Farmer gave him a big chunk of meat. Thus in a few weeks Mousie
+grew quite fat.
+
+But the Farmer had a big black cat that used to prowl about watching
+for mice. It used never to notice the Farmer's own favourite Mouse
+while the Mouse was thin; but when he grew sleek and fat and shiny,
+Grimalkin (which was the Cat's name) lay in wait for him one day and
+pounced upon him. Poor little Mousie was terrified.
+
+"Please don't kill me, Mr. Grimalkin!" said Mousie.
+
+"Why not? I'm hungry and you are fat!"
+
+"But, sir, if you eat me now, you'll be hungry to-morrow, won't you?"
+
+"Of course I shall!" said Grimalkin.
+
+"Well," said Mousie, who had suddenly thought of a plan; "if you
+will only let me go, I'll bring you a beautiful juicy piece of meat
+every day!"
+
+This was a tempting offer for Grimalkin, who was a lazy Cat, and
+liked sitting by the fire, and licking himself all over, better than
+hunting for mice.
+
+"All right," said he; "only if you leave out one day, you're a dead
+mouse!" Then, with a frightful spit, bristling up all his whiskers
+and eyebrows, Grimalkin ran away.
+
+So next day, when the Farmer gave Mousie his dinner, Mousie carried it
+off to the black Cat, and the black Cat spat and swore and ate it up,
+and away ran Mousie trembling. But by degrees Mousie grew thinner
+and thinner, because Grimalkin always had his dinner; and soon he
+was nothing but skin and bone. Then the Farmer noticed how thin his
+Mouse had become, so one day he asked the Mouse whether he was ill.
+
+"No," said Mousie, "I'm not ill."
+
+"What is the matter, then?" asked the Farmer.
+
+"I never get any dinner now," said Mousie, with tears running down
+over his nose, "because Grimalkin eats it all!" Then he told the
+Farmer about the bargain he had made with Grimalkin.
+
+Now the Farmer had a beautiful piece of glass, with a hole in the
+middle. I think it was an inkstand, but I am not sure. So he took
+this piece of glass and put Mousie inside it, and turned it upside
+down upon the ground in front of Mousie's hole. "Now," said he,
+"next time Grimalkin comes for your dinner, tell him you have none
+for him, and see what will happen."
+
+So next day up comes Grimalkin for his dinner, spitting and looking
+very fierce.
+
+"Meat! meat!" says he to the Mouse.
+
+"Get off, vile thief!" says Mousie, "I've no meat for the likes
+of you!"
+
+At this Grimalkin could hardly believe his ears. He was in a rage,
+I can tell you; and, without stopping to think, pounced upon Mousie,
+and swallowed him, inkstand and all. You see, as it was all glass,
+Grimalkin did not know that there was any inkstand there, because he
+saw the Mouse through it.
+
+Now cats can digest a good deal, but they can't digest a glass
+inkstand. So Grimalkin, when he had swallowed the Mouse and the
+inkstand, felt a pain inside; and this got worse and worse, until at
+last he died. And then Mousie crept out of the inkstand, and crawled
+up through Grimalkin's throat, and went back to his hole again. And
+there he lived all his life in happiness, every day bringing a golden
+sovereign to the Farmer, who gave him every day a beautiful dinner
+of meat.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE TALKATIVE TORTOISE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Tortoise that lived in a pond. He was a
+most worthy Tortoise, but he had one fault, he would talk in season
+and out of season; all day long it was chatter, chatter, chatter in
+that pond, until the fish said that they would rather live on dry
+land than put up with it any longer.
+
+But the Tortoise had two friends, a pair of young Geese, who used to
+fly about near the pond in search of food. And when they heard that
+things were getting hot for the Tortoise in that pond, because he
+talked so much, they flew up to him and cried eagerly:
+
+"Oh, Tortoise! do come along with us! We have such a beautiful home
+away in the mountains, where you may talk all day long, and nobody
+shall worry you there!"
+
+"All very well," grumbled the Tortoise, "but how am I to get there? I
+can't fly!"
+
+"Oh, we'll carry you, if you can only keep your mouth shut for a
+little while."
+
+"Yes, I can do that," says he, "when I like. Let us be off."
+
+So the Geese picked up a stout stick, and one Goose took one end in
+her bill and the other Goose took the other end, and then they told
+the Tortoise to get hold in the middle; "only be careful," said they,
+"not to talk."
+
+The Tortoise set his teeth fast on the stick, and held on like grim
+death, while the Geese, flapping their strong wings, rose in the air
+and flew towards their home.
+
+All went well for a time. But it so happened that some boys were
+looking up in the air, and were highly amused by what they saw.
+
+"Look there!" cried one to the rest, "two Geese carrying a Tortoise
+on a stick!"
+
+The Tortoise on hearing this was so angry that he forgot all about his
+danger, and opened his mouth to cry out: "What's that to you? Mind
+your own business!" But he got no farther than the first word; for
+when his mouth opened he loosed the stick, down he dropped, and fell
+with a crash on the stones.
+
+The talkative Tortoise lay dead, with his shell cracked in two.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE MONKEYS AND THE GARDENER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a beautiful park, full of all manner of
+trees and shrubs, with beds of flowers set here and there, and no end
+of fruit-trees. A gardener used to take care of this park; pruning
+the trees when they made too much wood, and digging the ground,
+and watering the flowers in dry weather.
+
+It happened that there was a fair to be held away in the city, and the
+gardener very much wanted to go. But who would take care of the park
+and garden? If his master came in and found all the flowers drooping
+or dead, what would he say then! It would never do.
+
+Meditating thus, and in doubt, he looked up into the branches of the
+trees, and a bright thought struck him. I must tell you that in this
+park there were not only herds of deer, and plenty of rabbits and other
+creatures that usually live in parks, but there were troops of monkeys
+in the trees, who climbed and chattered and cracked nuts all day long,
+with no lessons to do. And when the gardener cast up his eyes to the
+trees, he saw some monkeys that he knew very well indeed. Many a time
+he had been kind to them; and now he thought they should do the like
+by him, as one good turn deserves another.
+
+So the gardener called out, "Monkeys, I want you!"
+
+Down they all clambered, and in a very short time they were sitting
+beside him on the grass.
+
+"Monkeys," said he, "I have been a good friend to you, letting you
+eat my nuts and apples. And now I want to take a holiday. Will you
+water my garden while I am away?"
+
+"Oh yes, yes, yes!" cried the Monkeys. They thought it a great joke,
+and leaped for joy.
+
+So the gardener handed over his watering-pots to the monkeys, and
+put on his Sunday clothes, and went away to the fair.
+
+Meanwhile,the Monkeys held a solemn council, sitting in a ring round
+the Monkey chief.
+
+"Brothers," said the Monkey chief, "our good friend, the gardener
+has given us charge of this garden and all there is in it. We must
+take care not to hurt anything, and, above all, not to waste the
+water. There is very little water, and I really don't think it will
+go round."
+
+It was in fact a well, very small at the top, but very deep, and at
+the bottom the water was always running. You might have watered till
+doomsday out of that well; but monkeys, though they are cunning,
+are not wise, and these monkeys thought that a little round hole
+could not hold very much water.
+
+"So you see," the Monkey chief went on, "you must give each plant
+just enough water, and no more; and I think the best way will be,
+to see how long the roots are."
+
+So each Monkey took a watering-pot, and they scattered all over
+the garden. Every bush and every plant they carefully pulled up, and
+measured its roots; and then they gave a great deal of water to plants
+with long roots, and only a little when the roots were short. After
+that they put the plants and bushes back in the holes they came from.
+
+After a day or two, back came the gardener from his fair. But what
+was his horror to see that nearly all the plants in the garden were
+drooping, some of them dead and many dying, while the Monkeys were
+busy in every direction pulling up the rest.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear, what in the world are you doing? My garden is
+ruined, my garden is ruined!" The poor gardener wept for sorrow.
+
+The Chief Monkey was very much surprised. He thought he had been very
+clever to put water according to the size of the roots, and he said so.
+
+"Clever!" said the gardener. "Clever indeed! Fools you are, there is
+no mistake about it."
+
+"Fools they may be," said his master, who had come up behind him
+without being seen, "but, after all, that is their nature. You ought
+to have known better than to put monkeys in charge of a garden,
+and you are a greater fool than they."
+
+Then he sent that gardener away and got another.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN AND THE SNEEZE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a very powerful Goblin, who haunted a
+little house just outside the gates of a city. Nobody else lived in
+this house. There was a big black beam that ran across from one side
+to the other, up in the roof; and there this Goblin perched. For
+twelve years he had served the King of the Goblins faithfully, and
+as a reward he was now permitted to gobble up any man who sneezed
+inside that house; and, indeed, that is why these creatures are called
+Goblins. But if, when a man sneezed, some one else said, "God bless
+you!" as people do say, or "May you live a hundred years!" then the
+man who said it was free; and if the other answered, "The same to
+you!" he was free too. Everybody but these the Goblin might gobble
+up for a single sneeze.
+
+Now it fell out that one day a father and son were travelling along
+the road, and they came to the city gates just as the sun went down. I
+must tell you that in those days the people used to shut the city
+gates fast at sunset, and nothing would make them open again till the
+morning--they were horribly afraid of robbers or wild soldiers, who
+might come and damage them in the night. So when these two wayfarers
+came up to the gates, and wanted to go in, the porter said no.
+
+"Now, do we look like robbers?" asked the father. Certainly they
+did not, dusty and grimy with their trudge, and a bag of tools over
+the shoulder.
+
+"Robbers or no robbers, orders are orders," said the porter, "and
+this gate doesn't open for the King himself."
+
+"Well, what are we to do?" The poor fellow was in despair.
+
+"Oh, there's an empty house outside; there it is among the trees. It
+is haunted, they say; but I daresay the Goblin won't hurt you."
+
+"Goblin!--well, we must take our chance, I suppose." Indeed, there was
+nothing for it; so to the house they went. They rested, and cooked
+a meal for themselves on a fire of sticks, and then prepared to go
+to sleep.
+
+The Goblin, however, was not going to let them off so easily;
+he wanted his dinner too. After waiting a long time, with never a
+sneeze from one or the other, he raised a cloud of fine dust; that
+was rather mean of him, but still he was very hungry, and did not
+stick at trifles. Sure enough, the father nearly sneezed his head off.
+
+The Goblin chuckled, and made ready to pounce from his perch and
+devour the pair of them. But the son happened to see him, and, being
+a sharp lad, he guessed the truth. "God bless you, father!" says he;
+"may you live a hundred years!"
+
+How the Goblin gnashed his teeth! However, if his pudding was lost,
+his meat was left; so he stretched out a great claw to clutch the
+father and tear him to pieces.
+
+Just then the father cried, "Thank you, my son, and the same to you!"
+
+He was only just in time; the claw was within an inch of his throat;
+but the Goblin, baffled, flew up to his perch again, and sat mouthing
+and mumbling there.
+
+Then the son began to talk to this Goblin, and showed him the error of
+his ways, and how cruel he was to eat men; and the end of it was, he
+persuaded the Goblin to become a vegetarian, and to follow him about,
+and be his errand-boy. You will think this was a very soft-hearted
+Goblin. Perhaps no one had ever spoken kindly to him before; anyhow,
+whatever the reason was, he went out with the two travellers, as tame
+as a tabby cat; and for all I know, they may be travelling together
+to this very day.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GRATEFUL BEASTS AND THE UNGRATEFUL PRINCE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a King, and he had a son. And this son was
+so cruel and disagreeable, that he took a delight in hurting people,
+and never spoke to anybody without an oath or a blow. He was a thorn
+in the flesh to everybody he came across; he was like grit in the
+porridge, like a fly in the eye, like a stone in the shoon. And they
+called him the Wicked Prince.
+
+One day the Wicked Prince went down to the river to bathe, along with
+a number of servants. By-and-by a great storm came on, and the clouds
+were so thick that it became pitch-dark. However, this Prince was
+obstinate, and would not give up his bathe; and as he was too lazy
+even to bathe himself, he swore at his servants, and said:
+
+"You lazy beasts! Bathe me, and look sharp about it, or I'll tickle
+you with a cat-o'-nine-tails!"
+
+Now the servants had had enough of this young bully; and thought they,
+"What if we pitch him into the river, where the current is strong,
+and just leave him there! We can easily pretend he was carried away
+where we could not reach him; and if the King finds us out, and puts
+us to death--anyhow, death is better than his eternal bullying." So
+they pitched him head over heels into the water, though he screamed
+and struggled, and then they went home and told the King that he
+had gone in to bathe, and a flood carried him away. I daresay it was
+wicked of them to tell such a lie, but it was more the Prince's fault
+than theirs.
+
+Meanwhile the Prince had got hold of a tree that had been torn up by
+the roots, and climbing upon it, went floating down the river.
+
+Now on the banks of this river lived a Snake. This Snake had once been
+a very rich man, and he had buried a vast treasure on the river bank;
+and he loved his riches more than he loved his own soul, so when he
+died, he was born again as a Snake, and had to live for ever close to
+his buried hoard. And a Rat that lived close by had also been a man
+once, and buried his money as the Snake had done, instead of using it
+in doing good; so he was born as a Rat, and made a hole where his money
+lay. These two creatures were caught by the flood, and it so happened
+that they saw the tree where the Wicked Prince was, and swimming to
+it, each got on one end, while the Prince was in the middle. And a
+young Parrot flying through the air, was beaten down by the rain;
+for in that country the drops of rain are as big as pigeons' eggs,
+and no birds can fly through it. Then it so happened that this Parrot
+dropped down upon the same tree where the Snake was, and the Rat,
+and the Wicked Prince; and so there were four of them on the tree,
+floating down the river.
+
+As the tree came near to a bend in the river, it was washed close to
+the bank. And on the bank a man was sitting. He did not mind the rain
+a bit, because he was a Hermit, who thought the world so wicked that
+he left it and went to live in the jungle all by himself. He built
+himself a little hut by the riverside, and, wet or fine, he cared not
+a jot. This man saw the tree, and managed to catch hold of it and pull
+it ashore. Then he got the four creatures off it, and took them into
+his hut, and dried them and warmed them by the fire. But he began
+with the Parrot, because she looked the most miserable of them all;
+and then he dried the Rat; and next the Snake; and only attended to
+the man when he had comforted the other three. This made the Wicked
+Prince very angry. If he abused even those who made much of him,
+you may imagine how he cursed and swore in his heart at this man who
+left him to the last! But he said nothing, because he was afraid that
+if he did the man might turn him out in the storm again.
+
+In a day or two the rain stopped, and the flood went down; and
+the creatures were all right again as they took their leave of the
+Hermit. The Snake thanked him for his kindness and said:
+
+"You have saved my life, good Hermit! What can I do for you? You
+seem to be a poor man; I am rich, and if you ever want money
+just come to my hole and call 'Snake,' and you shall have all my
+treasure. Good-bye!" The Rat said the same.
+
+The Parrot was very sorry to think that she had no money, so she said:
+"Silver and gold have I none; but if you ever are hungry, and want
+some rice, come to my tree and call 'Parrot,' and I'll get you as
+much rice as ever you like."
+
+But the Wicked Prince hated this kind Hermit, because he had been
+left to the last. However, he pretended to be grateful, and said
+to the Hermit: "I hope you will pay me a visit soon. I am a Prince,
+and I shall be glad of a chance to repay you for all you have done
+for me." Then he went away, chuckling to think how he would torment
+the poor Hermit, if ever he got him into his power.
+
+This Hermit had all his wits about him, and he knew that people often
+promise what they never mean to do; so after a while he thought he
+would put them all to the test. So first he took his stick, and
+journeyed to the city where the Wicked Prince lived. The Prince,
+who was King himself now, saw him coming, and thought to himself:
+"Aha! here's that rascal that left me to the last. Wants me to pay
+him for it, I suppose! Well, I'll pay him! I'll pay him out!" So
+he called to his men: "Hi there, brutes! do you see that fellow? He
+tried to rob me the other day--just catch him and give him a flogging,
+and then stick a stake through his body, and leave him to die!"
+
+Then the servants caught the Hermit, and flogged him well. But the
+Hermit did not cry out or grumble, only kept on saying to himself
+quietly: "The proverb's true, the proverb's true!"
+
+"What proverb do you mean?" they asked him.
+
+"It's unlucky to save a drowning man," said the Hermit.
+
+Then he told them the whole story, and very angry they were when
+they heard it. They stopped beating the Hermit at once, and seizing
+the Wicked King, they beat him instead, and stuck a stake through
+his body, and left him to die.
+
+Then they made the Hermit King instead of the Wicked Prince. And the
+Hermit took them a walk into the country, and when they came to the
+Snake's hole he called out "Snake!" Out came the Snake, and curled
+up against his feet, and showed him the hole where his treasure was;
+and the Hermit gave it all to his servants. And then they went to the
+Rat's hole, and he called out "Rat!" And the Rat ran up, and rubbed
+his nose against the King's hand, and gave him all his treasure, which
+the King gave to his servants as well as the other. And last of all
+they went to the Parrot's tree, and called "Parrot!" And the Parrot
+flew up and gave a call, and instantly all the air was black with
+Parrots. And all the Parrots carried a grain of rice in their beaks,
+and dropped it on the ground; and there was such a heap of rice,
+that it was enough to feed all the people for the rest of their lives.
+
+So the grateful beasts kept their promise, and the ungrateful Prince
+was killed, and the Hermit ruled over his people kindly, and they
+all lived happily until they died. And when they died they all went
+to heaven; and the Snake and the Rat and the Parrot went there too,
+because they had at last overcome their love of money, and given
+it away to show how grateful they were to the Hermit for being kind
+to them.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN IN THE POOL
+
+
+Animals in the forest have no bottles and glasses to drink out of, so
+if they are thirsty they have to go down to a pool. Now in a certain
+great forest there was a pool, in which lived a horrible Goblin. He
+was big and black, like an immense monkey, with an immense mouth,
+and four rows of sharp teeth; but he could not come out of the water,
+because he had no nose, but only gills like a fish. So if any animal
+came down into the water to get a drink, he pounced upon him at once
+and gobbled him up; but he could not touch the animals while they
+remained on the bank.
+
+One year there was a great drought, and the sun was so hot that it
+dried up all the water in that forest for many miles round, except
+the pool where this Goblin was; but this pool was very deep and cool,
+under the trees, and therefore it was not dried up. There was a herd
+of monkeys who had been wandering about for a long time in search of
+water, but found none, until they came to this pool. But the King of
+the Monkeys was very clever, and he noticed that there were a great
+many footprints going down to the water, and none coming away. So he
+warned his Monkeys not to go near that pool. However, one of them
+was very thirsty, and ran down into the water; but as soon as he
+got into the water, and was having a delicious drink--suddenly he
+disappeared! There were some bubbles, and no more was seen of the
+Monkey. The other Monkeys watched for a long time, wondering what
+had become of their friend; and then another, who was so thirsty
+that he could not help it, stepped quietly into the water and began
+to drink. In an instant he gave a shriek and threw up his hands,
+and the others saw him dragged down below the water! A few bubbles
+came up to the top and burst, but the poor Monkey was gone.
+
+What were they to do? They were dying of thirst, and yet they were
+afraid to drink; the banks were high, and they could not reach the
+water from the top. So they all sat round the banks, looking at the
+water, very unhappy.
+
+By-and-by a man came down to the side of the pool. He wanted a drink
+of water, but he had no glass. So he looked round, and then he saw
+the Monkeys sitting on the bank, very unhappy.
+
+"What's the matter?" said he.
+
+"Don't go into that pool!" said the King of the Monkeys. "If you do,
+you will be drowned, like our two poor friends!"
+
+Then they told him how their friends had gone into the water to
+drink, and how they had both been pulled underneath and drowned,
+none of them could tell how.
+
+The man understood at once that it was a Goblin. So he pulled up a long
+reed that was growing on the bank of the pool and cut off the ends,
+and then he put down one end of it into the water and sucked at the
+other end, and the water came up from the pool into his mouth. At
+this the Monkeys were delighted, and they all pulled up reeds from
+the bank (for you know a monkey always imitates what he sees men do),
+and sucked up the water through them, and so quenched their thirst
+without going into the pool. And the Goblin, finding that no more
+food was to be got, died of starvation; and a good thing too.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FOOLISH FARMER AND THE KING
+
+
+Once there was a foolish Farmer, who had a son at court, serving the
+King. This Farmer was a very poor man, and all he had to plough his
+fields with was one pair of oxen. Two oxen was all he had, and one
+of them died.
+
+The poor Farmer was in despair. One ox was not enough to draw the
+plough over the heavy land; and he had no money to buy another. So
+he sent a message to his son, that he was wanted at home.
+
+When the son came, his father told him that one of his oxen was dead,
+and he had no money to buy another. So he begged his son to ask the
+King to give him an ox.
+
+"No, no," said his son, "I am always asking the King for something. If
+you want an ox, you must ask him yourself."
+
+"I can't do it!" said the poor Farmer. "You know what a muddle-head
+I am. If I go to ask the King for another ox, I shall end by giving
+him this one!"
+
+"Well, what must be, must be," said his son. "Anyhow, I cannot ask
+the King: but I'll train you to do it."
+
+So he led his father to a place which was dotted all over with clumps
+of grass. The young courtier tied up a number of bundles of this
+grass, and arranged them in rows. "Now, look here, father," said he,
+"this is the King, that is the Prime Minister, that is the General,
+here are the other grandees," pointing to each bundle as he said
+the name. "When you come into the King's presence, you must begin by
+saying: 'Long live the King!' and then ask your boon." To help him
+to remember, the son made up a little verse for his father to say,
+and this is the verse:
+
+
+    "I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work was done.
+    Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please give me another one!"
+
+
+"Well," said the Farmer, "I think I can say that." And he repeated
+it over and over, bowing and scraping to the bunch of grass that he
+called the King.
+
+Every day for a whole year the Farmer practised; and how the ploughing
+got on meanwhile I do not know. Perhaps he lived on the seed-corn,
+and did not plough at all.
+
+At the end of the year he said to his son:
+
+"Now I know that little verse of yours! Now I can say it before any
+man! Take me to the King!"
+
+So together father and son trudged away to the King's palace. There
+on a throne he sat, in gorgeous robes, with his courtiers all around
+him, the Prime Minister, the General, and all, just as the young man
+had told his father. But the poor Farmer! his head was beginning to
+swim already.
+
+"Who is this?" said the King to the Farmer's son, who, as you know,
+was a courtier, so the King knew him.
+
+"It is my father, Sire," he answered.
+
+"What does he want?" the King asked.
+
+All eyes were turned on the Farmer, who by this time was as red
+as a turkey-cock, and hardly knew whether he stood on head or
+heels. However, he plucked up courage, and out came the verse, as
+pat as a pancake:
+
+
+    "I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work was done.
+    Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please take the other one!"
+
+
+The King couldn't help laughing; and he saw there must be a mistake
+somewhere. "Plenty of oxen at home, eh!" said he, keeping up the joke.
+
+"If so, Sire," said the Farmer's son with a bow, "you must have
+given them."
+
+The King thought that rather neat. "If I have not given you any so
+far," said he, smiling, "I will do it now."
+
+And when the pair got home, the Farmer in despair at his blunder,
+lo and behold in his cowhouse were half a dozen of the finest oxen
+he had ever seen! So the poor old Farmer got his oxen, though he did
+make a muddle of the verse.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE PIOUS WOLF
+
+
+Once there was a flood, and there was a large rock with a Wolf sleeping
+on the top. The water came pouring around the rock, and when the
+Wolf awoke he found himself imprisoned, with no way of getting off,
+and nothing to eat.
+
+"H'm!" said he to himself, "here I am, caught fast sure enough, and
+here I shall have to stay yet awhile. Nothing to eat, either! Well,"
+he thought, after a pause, "it is Friday to-day, when people say you
+ought to fast. Suppose I keep a holy fast to-day? A capital idea!" So
+he crossed his paws, and pretended to pray, and thought himself very
+good and pious to be fasting.
+
+A fairy saw this, and heard what he said; and she thought she would
+just see how much was real and how much was sham. So she changed
+herself into the shape of a pretty little Kid, and jumped down out
+of the air on to the rock.
+
+The Wolf opened an eye to see what the noise could be, and there was
+a tender little Kid, standing on the rock. He forgot his prayers
+in a minute. "Aha!" said he. "A Kid! I can keep my Friday fast
+to-morrow. Now for the Kid!" He smacked his lips, and jumped at
+the Kid.
+
+But the Kid jumped away, and, try as he would, he could not come
+near it. You know it was the fairy, and the fairy did not let herself
+be caught.
+
+After trying to catch the Kid for some time the Wolf lay down
+again. "After all," said he, "it is Friday; and perhaps I had best
+keep my fast to-day."
+
+"You humbug!" said the fairy, who had gone back to her proper shape;
+"you are a nice creature to pretend that you are keeping fast! You
+fast because you can't help it, not because you are really good. As
+a punishment, you shall stay on this rock till next Friday, and fast
+for a week!"
+
+So saying, she opened her wings and flew far away.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+BIRDS OF A FEATHER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a big horse called Chestnut. He was as
+fierce as a fury, and bit everybody who came near him; his groom
+always had a broken bone, or a bruise at the least; and, as for the
+other horses, let Chestnut loose in the herd, and there was a fine
+to-do: a kick for one, a bite for another; it was hurry, skurry,
+worry, till they took themselves off and left him alone in the clover.
+
+Now the King wanted to buy some horses, and a dealer had driven down
+a couple of hundred of them for the King to buy. But the King was a
+skinflint, and wanted to get them cheap; so he dropped a hint to his
+groom, that it would not be a bad thing if Chestnut made acquaintance
+with these horses; at the same time, he dropped a gold piece in
+the groom's hand. So the groom led Chestnut by this new herd, and,
+all of a sudden, he quietly flicked Chestnut with his whip; Chestnut
+reared and plunged, the groom shouted, and, pretending to find the
+horse too strong for him, let go the halter. Off galloped Chestnut,
+kicking up his heels in the air, roaring and whinnying; and fine
+fun he had among the new horses! By the time he had done with them,
+hardly one had a whole skin.
+
+The poor dealer was in despair. He would be ruined! And next day, when
+the King came to see the horses, he turned up his nose. "Pooh! do you
+suppose I want bruised old hacks like that? Look at that sore! And
+here is a broken jaw! Why, half of them limp!" In vain the dealer
+protested that it was Chestnut's fault; the King only laughed,
+and asked if he expected him to believe that one horse could do all
+that mischief. (And yet, as you know, it was one horse, and at the
+King's own bidding too.) However, it was a pity that he should have
+to take them back again, the King said; so, if he liked, as a favour,
+he would buy the horses, at half price.
+
+The dealer was not taken in by this, but he pretended to be very
+grateful, and went home again, wondering what he could do. He was
+afraid to offend the King, and, indeed, very few people were rich
+enough to buy his splendid horses. So he knew that he would be
+obliged to take some more down to the King another time. Then he
+suddenly remembered he had just such another vicious brute at home,
+named Strongjaw, that nobody could do anything with. "Aha!" said he; "I
+have it! I'll take Strongjaw down with me next time, and if he does not
+prove a match for Chestnut I am very much mistaken." He chuckled with
+glee as he thought what a fine fight there would be between the two.
+
+Next time, as he had resolved, he brought Strongjaw with the drove,
+and as soon as the King's groom came by with Chestnut, and let
+him go as he did before, the dealer's eyes twinkled, and he let out
+Strongjaw. Chestnut pricked up his ears, and Strongjaw pricked up his;
+then, without taking any notice of the rest, they trotted up to each
+other and rubbed noses, and began to lick each other all over. They
+did not fight at all, but in a moment they became bosom friends.
+
+The dealer could not understand this, neither could the King. However,
+this time the King had to pay a good price for the horses, and as
+he saw his little trick was found out, he felt rather ashamed of
+himself, and so he paid the man for the other horses as well. Still,
+they kept wondering and wondering what the reason could be that these
+two horses, each so fierce and wild, were quiet as a pair of kittens
+together. The King asked the wisest man in all his kingdom to explain
+it; and the man, who was a minstrel, that is, he used to sing songs
+to the King about all that had happened or would happen in the world,
+took up his harp and sang:
+
+
+        "If the reason you would know,
+        Like to like will always go;
+        Here's a pair of vicious horses
+        Just the same in all their courses;
+        Both are wild, and bite their tether:
+        Birds of a feather flock together."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+SPEND A POUND TO WIN A PENNY
+
+
+Some people were steaming peas under a tree, in order to make a meal
+for their horses. Up in the branches sat a Monkey, who watched with
+his restless eyes what they were doing.
+
+"Aha!" thought the Monkey. "I spy my dinner!"
+
+So when they had finished steaming the peas, and turned away for
+a moment to look after the horses, gently, gently, the Monkey let
+himself down from the tree. He grabbed at the peas, and stuffed
+his mouth with them, and both hands as full as they could hold,
+then he clambered up to his perch as best he could. There he sat,
+his wizened old face happy and cunning, eating the peas.
+
+Suddenly one pea fell.
+
+"O dear, O dear! O my pea, my pea!" cried the Monkey, gibbering in
+distress. The other peas began to fall out of his mouth, but he did
+not notice them. He wrung his hands in despair, and the peas began
+to fall out of his hands too, but he took no notice. All he thought
+of was this, that one pea was gone.
+
+So he shinned down the trunk, and scrambled about on the ground,
+hunting for his lost pea, but he could not find it anywhere.
+
+By this time the men had come back, after seeing to their horses. When
+they saw a monkey meddling with their cooking-pots they all waved
+their arms, and called out, "Shoo! shoo!" Then they picked up stones,
+and began to pelt the Monkey with them. This terrified the Monkey so
+much that he gave one jump to the nearest branch, and swung himself
+up to the top of the tree.
+
+"After all," said he to himself, "it was only one pea." But he ought
+to have thought of that before, for now like a thunderclap, it came
+home to him, that somehow or other all the other peas had gone too.
+
+That day the Monkey had to content himself with the smell of boiled
+peas for dinner, and I hope the loss taught him not to be so greedy
+in future.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CUNNING CRANE AND THE CRAB
+
+
+Once upon a time a number of fish lived in a little pool. It was
+all very well while there was rain; but when summer came, and it
+began to be very hot, the water dried up and got lower and lower,
+until there was hardly enough to hide the fish.
+
+Now not far away there was a beautiful lake, always fresh and cool;
+for it lay under the shadow of great trees, and it was covered all
+over with water-lilies. And a Crane lived on the banks of this lake.
+
+The Crane used to eat fish, when he could catch any; and one day,
+coming to the little pool, he saw all the fish gasping in it, and
+thought of a neat trick to get hold of them without trouble.
+
+"Dear Fish," said the Crane, "I am so sorry to see you cooped up in
+this hole. I know a beautiful lake close by, deep and fresh and cool,
+and if you like I will carry you there."
+
+The Fish did not know what to make of this, because never since the
+world began had a crane done a good turn to a fish. You see it is
+just as absurd to suppose that a crane would help fish, as to think
+that a cat would be kind to a mouse.
+
+So they said to the Crane, "We don't believe you; what you want is
+to eat us."
+
+This was just what the Crane did want, but he did not say so. "No,
+no!" said he; "I'm not so cruel as all that. I have eaten a fish now
+and then"--he saw it was of no use denying that, because they knew he
+had--"but I have plenty of other food, and it goes to my heart to see
+you here. In this hot water you will all be boiled fish before long!"
+
+"That's true enough," said the Fish; "the water is hot." Well, the
+end of it was, they persuaded an old Fish with one eye to go and see.
+
+The Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak and put him in the lake;
+and when he had seen that what the Crane said was true so far, he
+carried the Fish back again to tell the others.
+
+The old Fish could not say enough to praise the lake. "It's ever so
+big," he said, "and deep and cool, just as the Crane said; and there
+are trees overshadowing it, and water-lilies are growing in the mud;
+and the whole of it is covered with fine fat flies! Ah, what a feast
+I have had!" And he rolled up his one eye at the thought of it.
+
+Then all the Fish were eager to go. And now it was who should be
+first; every Fish was anxious to remain no longer in the pool. They
+came to the top of the water, all begging the Crane to take them to
+this beautiful lake.
+
+"One at a time!" said the Crane. "I have only one beak, you know!" And
+he smiled to himself, for that beak was made to eat fish, not to
+carry them.
+
+However, it was decided that as the one-eyed Fish had been so brave
+as to trust himself in the Crane's beak, before he knew what the
+truth was, he certainly deserved to go first.
+
+So the Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak, and carried him over
+to the lake. But this time he did not drop the Fish in; he laid him
+in the cleft of a tree, and pecked his one eye out with his beak;
+then he killed him, and ate him up, and dropped his bones at the foot
+of the tree.
+
+By-and-by the Crane came back for another. "Now then, who's
+next?" asked the Crane. "Old One-eye is swimming about, as happy as
+a king!" He picked up another fish, and served him like the first,
+dropping his bones at the foot of the tree.
+
+And so it went on, until in a few days the pool was empty. The cunning
+Crane had eaten every single one of the fish! He stood on the bank,
+peering into every hole, to see whether there might not be a little
+one left somewhere. There was one, surely! No, it was a Crab. Never
+mind, he thought; all's fish that comes to my net!
+
+So he invited the Crab to come with him to the lake.
+
+"Why, how are you going to carry me?" asked the Crab.
+
+"In my beak, to be sure!" replied the Crane.
+
+"You might drop me," said the Crab, "and then I should split."
+
+"Oh no, I promise I won't drop you!" said the Crane. But the Crab
+had more sense than all the fish put together, and he did not believe
+in the Crane's friendship at all. So he still pretended to hesitate,
+and at last he said:
+
+"Well, I'll tell you what. I can hold on tighter with my claws than
+you can with your beak. I'll come, but you must let me hold on to
+your neck with my claws. Then I shall feel safe."
+
+The Crane was so hungry that, without stopping to think, he agreed;
+and then the Crab got tight hold of his neck with his claws, and the
+Crane carried him towards the lake.
+
+But after a while the Crab saw that he was being carried somewhere
+else, indeed to that tree where the Crane used to sit and eat the fish.
+
+"Crane dear," said he, "aren't you going to put me in the lake?"
+
+"Crane dear, indeed!" said the Crane, "do you suppose I was born
+to carry crabs about? Not I! Just look at that heap of bones under
+yon tree! Those are the bones of the fish that used to live in your
+pool. I ate them, and I'm going to eat you!"
+
+"Are you, though!" said the Crab, and gave the Crane's neck a
+little nip.
+
+Then the Crane saw what a fool he had been to let a Crab put a claw
+round his neck. He knew that the Crab could kill him if he liked,
+and he was frightened to death at the thought. People who try to
+deceive others often pay for it themselves; and that is what happened
+to the Crane.
+
+"Dear Crab!" said he, with tears streaming from his eyes, "forgive
+me! I won't kill you, only let me go!"
+
+"Just put me in the lake, then," said the Crab.
+
+The Crane stepped down to the lakeside, and laid the Crab upon the
+mud. And the Crab, as soon as he felt himself safe, nipped off the
+Crane's head as clean as if it had been cut with a knife.
+
+So perished the treacherous Crane, caught by his own trick. And the
+Crab lived happily in the beautiful lake for the rest of his life.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+UNION IS STRENGTH
+
+
+There once was a clever Fowler who used to hunt quails. He could
+imitate the quail's note exactly; and when he had found a hiding-place,
+he used to sit hidden in it, and call out the quail's note, until a
+number of quails had come together; then he threw a net over them,
+and bagged them all.
+
+But amongst the quails was one very clever bird, and he hit on the
+following device: He told the quails, when they felt the net drop over
+them, that each one should pop his head through one of the meshes of
+the net, and then at the word, away they should fly together.
+
+All fell out as he arranged. Next day the Fowler sounded his imitation
+of the quail's note, and the birds flocked from far and near; then,
+when a good many had gathered in a clump within his reach, he cast the
+net, which fell over them and made them all prisoners. They all did
+what the wise Quail had told them; each quail put his head through one
+of the meshes, then at a word they were all away together, bearing
+the net with them. After some little time they saw a large bush,
+and dropped upon this bush; then the net was held up by the bush,
+while all the birds got away underneath.
+
+Again and again this happened, until the Fowler began to despair;
+he came home every night empty-handed, and besides that he had lost
+ever so many nets.
+
+Why did he keep on trying to catch them, then? Because he thought
+that sooner or later they would begin to quarrel, and then the game
+would be his.
+
+And quarrel they soon did. One Quail happened to tread on another's
+toe.
+
+"What are you doing, clumsy?" said the second Quail angrily.
+
+"I'm very sorry," said the first; "I really did not mean to tread on
+your toe."
+
+"You did!"
+
+"I tell you I didn't!"
+
+"What a lie!"
+
+"A lie, is it? Hoity, toity, how high-and-mighty we are, to be sure! I
+suppose it is you lift up the net, all by yourself, when the man
+throws it over us!"
+
+And so they went on, getting angrier and angrier. And the result was,
+that next day, when the fowler made his cast, said the first Quail
+to the second:
+
+"Now then, Samson, lift away! They say that last time your feathers
+all fell off your head!"
+
+"Oh, indeed! They say that when you tried to lift, both your wings
+moulted! Lift away, and let us see if it is true!"
+
+But while they were quarrelling, and each telling the other to lift
+the net, the Fowler lifted it for them, and crammed them all together
+into his basket, and took them home for supper.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+SILENCE IS GOLDEN
+
+
+Once upon a time a Lion had a she-jackal for his mate, and they had
+a young one. This Cub was just like his sire to look at, in shape
+and colour, mane and claws; but in voice he took after his dam. So
+you would fancy he was a lion, so long as he held his tongue.
+
+This Cub used to play about with the young Lions, and merry times
+they had to be sure, tumbling head over heels, and trying to knock
+each other down. One day, in the midst of their game, the mongrel
+Cub thought he would frighten them; so he opened his mouth wide,
+intending to roar, and all that came out was a yelp like the yelp of
+a jackal. The other young Lions were quite shocked; they could not
+imagine what strange creature this was. One of them went up to the
+old Lion, who was watching them, and said:
+
+
+        "Lion's claws and lion's paws
+        Lion's feet to stand upon;
+        But the bellow of this fellow
+        Sounds not like a lion's son!"
+
+
+"You are right," said the old Lion; "his dam was a Jackal." And then,
+turning to the poor Cub, who was looking very crestfallen, he said:
+
+
+        "All will see what kind you be
+        If you yelp as once before;
+        So don't try it, but keep quiet,
+        Yours is not a lion's roar."
+
+
+The poor Cub slunk away with his tail between his legs, while the other
+Lions sniffed and turned up their noses at him. Ever after that he took
+good care to hold his tongue when he was in the company of his betters.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT YELLOW KING AND HIS PORTER
+
+
+Once upon a time, in a great and rich city, reigned a mighty King,
+who was called by the title of the Great Yellow King. This King was
+very cruel to his people, and ground them like grist in the mill;
+he robbed them of their goods, many he cast into prison, others he
+ill-treated, cutting off an arm, or a leg, or blinding them, and some
+he put to death without cause. He was just as bad at home; when he
+was a boy he did nothing but tease his sisters, pulling their hair
+and putting spiders down their necks; and now that he was grown up he
+made life a misery to wife and child. He was like a speck of dust that
+gets into your eye, or a thorn in the heel, or grit between your teeth.
+
+But it is a long lane that has no turning; and at last the Great Yellow
+King died. When a king or queen dies, people are generally very sorry,
+and wear mourning for them; but when the Great Yellow King died there
+was such rejoicing and merriment as had not been known for many a
+long day. All the shops were shut, and all the schools had a whole
+holiday; there were raree-shows and merry-go-rounds, and everybody
+high and low was half daft with joy.
+
+But one man was not joyful. On the steps of the palace sat the Yellow
+King's porter, sighing and sobbing, weeping and wailing. No one could
+understand it; everybody in the whole town was glad, and here was
+this porter crying! At last some one asked him why he cried.
+
+"What is the matter?" said he. "Was the Great Yellow King so kind to
+you as all that? I never heard of his being kind to anybody!"
+
+"No, it isn't that!" sobbed the man.
+
+"Well, what is it then?"
+
+The man looked up and rubbed his eyes. "Well," said he, "I'll tell
+you. When his majesty used to come out of his palace, down the steps,
+he always gave me a cuff on the head, and another when he came
+back. What a fist his majesty had, to be sure! Now if he tries that
+game on with the porter who sits by the gates of Death, I am very
+much afraid they won't have him there at any price, and then he will
+come back to us!"
+
+But the other man laughed, and said, "Don't be afraid of that,
+Porter! He's dead and done for, and however much they wish it, they
+can never send him back to us again."
+
+So the Porter was comforted, and wiped his eyes, and went to get a
+glass of beer.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE QUAIL AND THE FALCON
+
+
+There once was a young Quail that lived on a farm. When the farmer
+ploughed up the land, Quailie used to hop about over the clods and pick
+up seeds, or weeds, or worms, or anything that the plough turned up,
+and he ate these and lived on them.
+
+You might think this was very nice for him; he had no trouble to find
+food, because the ploughman turned it up; he had only to hop along
+after the plough and peck. Not a bit of it; he must needs better
+himself, as he said; so one fine day he flew away over the farm, away
+to the forest which fringed it; and, alighting on the ground just
+where the forest began, he looked about to see if there was anything
+good to eat.
+
+Up in the air, just above the tree-tops, a Falcon was sailing, poised
+on outstretched wings; as Quailie searched for worms, so the Falcon
+was searching for quails; and lo and behold, he spied one! Down he
+came with a swoop and a whirr, and in an instant the Quail was in
+his crooked claws.
+
+What could poor Quailie do now? He twittered and fluttered, and at
+last began to cry.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear!" whimpered Quailie, the tears running down his
+beak, "what a fool I was to poach on other people's preserves! If
+I had only stayed at home this Falcon could never have caught me,
+not even if he had come and tried!"
+
+"What's that, Quailie?" asked the Falcon. "Do you think I can't catch
+you anywhere?"
+
+"Not on my own ground!" cried the Quail.
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+"A ploughed field full of clods."
+
+"Oh, nonsense, Quailie, clods won't help you. Just try; off you
+go! I'll follow."
+
+The Quail flew off, feeling as happy now as he was miserable a moment
+gone; and when he got back to his farm he picked out a big clod and
+perched on the top. "Come on, Falcon!" cried he; "come on!"
+
+Down came the Falcon with a swoop like a flash of lightning; but just
+as he came close the Quail dodged him nimbly and tumbled over the
+clod to the other side, leaving the Falcon to come full tilt against
+the clod of earth; and so swift was he, that the shock killed him.
+
+So the Quail found out how much better it is for most people to stick
+to what they are used to; and as for the Falcon, he might have thought,
+if he had been able to think at all, that a bird in the hand is worth
+two in the bush.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a beautiful wild Goose that lived in the
+mountains; he was King of the Geese, and he had a mate and two or
+three fine young ones. But it had happened once that this Goose, in
+his travels about the world, fell in with a young lady Crow, who was
+very pretty; as black as jet, with two eyes like black beads, and she
+flirted and flouted so enchantingly that he had married her, like the
+goose he was; so he had two wives, the little black Crow and the Goose.
+
+In course of time this Crow laid a beautiful egg, all white with blue
+spots, and twice as big as an ordinary crow's egg. She was very proud
+of her egg, and sat on it for a longtime, until one day, pop! went
+the egg, and out came a funny little chick. The Crow did not know
+what to make of this chick; he was not black, as she was, and he
+was not white, like his father, but something betwixt and between,
+a dingy grey with brown streaks. So she named him Streaky.
+
+Be sure that Streaky fancied himself mightily, being so very different
+from all the Crows he lived with; he was larger, to begin with,
+and then he had a very loud voice, with several different notes in
+it; not to mention his brown streaks, which made him a proud bird
+indeed. And I think the other Crows took him at his own price, as
+foolish creatures are apt to do, and thought him very wonderful,
+though he was really only a mongrel.
+
+Now the Goose, his father, used to pay a visit to the Crow colony now
+and again, flying down from the mountains to the dust-heap where they
+lived, outside the city gate. But he did not stay long, because the
+Crows used to feed on offal and dead bodies, in fact anything dirty
+they could find; and King Goose could not get what he liked to eat.
+
+Well, once as he was talking to his sons, the young Geese, they asked
+him why he was always going away for days at a time.
+
+"Why," said he, "I go to see a son of mine that lives somewhere else."
+
+"Oh, how nice!" said the Geese. "Then he must be our brother. Do let
+us bring him here on a visit! Do, father!"
+
+At first the father Goose would not let them go, for fear of mischief;
+but after a while he was persuaded, and gave them very careful
+directions how to fly, and where to go, and how to find the place
+where Streaky lived, on the top of a tall palm-tree that grew out of
+a dust-heap at the city gate.
+
+So away they flew, and away they flew, till at last they saw the tall
+palm-tree; and on the very top of it, a big nest; and in the nest,
+a little black Crow, and our funny friend Streaky.
+
+They said "How do you do?" and told their errand; because they meant
+to go through with it now, although they did not much like the look
+of this ugly bird Streaky, with his airs and graces. Mrs. Crow was
+very much pleased, but Streaky looked bored, and said:
+
+"Aw, caw, I don't think I can fly all that way. It is really too
+much trouble. Why did not the Governor come to see me instead, as
+usual--aw?" This rude bird called his father the Governor; you see,
+as he had been brought up among carrion crows, his manners were none
+of the best.
+
+The young Geese began to like him less than ever. However, they put
+a good face on it, and answered him:
+
+"Well, Streaky, if you are as weak as all that, we will carry you on
+a stick."
+
+These Geese were very big, strong birds, and they thought nothing of
+carrying Streaky. So they looked about until they found a strong stick,
+and then each of them took an end in his mouth, and Streaky perched
+in the middle. They could not say good-bye to Mrs. Crow, because
+their mouths were full of the stick, but they made her a nice bow,
+like polite little Geese, and flew off.
+
+As for Streaky, he was far too full of his own importance to say
+good-bye to his mother, or even so much as "Thank you" to the two
+birds who were so kindly carrying him. There he sat, on the middle
+of the stick, as proud as Punch, pluming his feathers, and feeling
+that now all the world would see what a splendid bird he was.
+
+As they flew over the city Streaky looked down, and saw the king of
+the city, in a beautiful carriage drawn by four white thoroughbreds,
+driving round the city in great state and grandeur. "Aha!" thought he,
+"that's as it should be! But I'm every bit as good as he!" and in
+his joy he began to sing a little song which he made up on the spur
+of the moment, and here is his song:
+
+
+    "As yonder king goes galloping with his milk-white four-in-hand,
+    Streaky has these, his pair of Geese, to carry him over the land!"
+
+
+The Geese were very angry when they heard Streaky sing this song. But
+they were very well-bred Geese, as you must have seen already;
+so they said nothing at all to him then, but carried him safely to
+their home, and then they told their father what Streaky had said,
+so that he might do as he thought best.
+
+Old King Goose was more angry than they were, and was very sorry he
+had left his son to be brought up by a Crow who knew no manners. So
+he called Streaky, and this is what he said:
+
+"Streaky, you have been very rude to your brothers, who are at least
+as good as you; and if you think they are like a pair of horses,
+to be driven about for your pleasure, you make a great mistake. So
+the best thing you can do is to fly back to your mother; for your
+manners suit the dust-heap better than the mountains."
+
+I don't know whether Streaky was ashamed of what he had said; creatures
+like Streaky are very thick-skinned, and it takes a great deal to
+make them ashamed; but anyhow he had to go back, and this time he
+must fly by himself, for it was hardly likely that his brothers would
+carry him when he had been so rude. He got back a few days later,
+tired and hungry, and spent the rest of his days on the dust-heap,
+eating carrion. What his mother thought of it all I don't know;
+but King Goose never went to see them any more.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE BOLD BEGGAR
+
+
+There was once a King who was so fond of good eating and drinking that
+they called him King Dainty. He often spent as much as a thousand
+pounds on a single dish; which is great wastefulness, when you can
+dine heartily for a shilling. He thought that if people could not
+eat things so nice as his, yet they must greatly enjoy seeing him
+eat them. So he fitted up a beautiful tent outside his own door,
+and there he took his meals, sitting on a golden throne, under a
+white silk umbrella. Anybody who liked could see him eat his dinner
+without charge. This was very generous, wasn't it?
+
+A man who had often seen him eat thought he would like a taste of
+the King's choice food. And this is what he did.
+
+He came running towards the crowd who, as usual, were watching the
+King eat his dinner, and shouted: "News! news! news!" Now at that time
+there were no newspapers, and no posts, and no telegraphs; so any one
+who brought news was sure of instant hearing. Accordingly the crowd
+made way for him at once, and he ran up to the King, looking very
+much excited, and shouting "News!" Then he fell down before the King,
+as if he were faint with hunger, and gasped.
+
+"Poor fellow!" said the King. "Give him something to eat." So they
+propped him up on a chair, and the King fed him out of his own dish,
+and gave him delicious wine to drink. The man made a hearty meal,
+I can tell you. They thought he never would finish; but he did finish
+at last, after an hour or two.
+
+Then the King said to him: "Now, my good fellow, let us hear your
+news."
+
+"The news is, your Majesty," said the man, "that an hour ago I was
+hungry, and now I am not!"
+
+All the people looked shocked at his impertinence. But the King only
+laughed, and said: "That news is true of most of us every day of
+our lives. Well, you are a bold fellow; this time you may go free,
+but I advise you not to try it again."
+
+The man bowed low, and went away happy in the success of his trick. I
+don't know whether the King spent less money upon his dinner after
+that, but I am quite sure that no one else got a meal at his table
+in the same way.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE JACKAL WOULD A-WOOING GO
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a family of Lions that lived in the
+Himalaya Mountains in a Golden Cave. They were three brothers and
+one sister. Near by was a silver mountain with a Crystal Cave, and
+in this Crystal Cave lived a Jackal.
+
+The young Lions used to be out all day, hunting, while their sister
+kept everything neat and tidy at home. When they caught anything
+they used to keep a bit for her, because they were not greedy Lions,
+and they thought that if she did the work at home she deserved some
+of the game they got abroad.
+
+Now this Jackal fell violently in love with the young Lioness. She
+was very beautiful, with soft brown fur, and large soft eyes, and
+fine whiskers; and he did not stop to think what a mongrel cur a
+Jackal looks beside a Lion, how small, and sneaking, and snarling;
+so that it was the height of impertinence even to think of such a
+thing. He did think of it, and more, he actually proposed to the
+Lioness! You shall hear how he did it.
+
+He had the sense to wait until the three brothers had gone out hunting
+for food; and then he came and tapped on the rock at the mouth of
+the Golden Cave. The Lioness looked out, and very much surprised
+was the Lioness to see the Jackal there. She knew him by sight,
+of course, as a neighbour; and, indeed, when he was in his Crystal
+Cave you could always see him, perched up in the air as it might be;
+for you can see through crystal like glass, and it looked just as
+if there were nothing there. But they were not on visiting terms,
+so the Lioness was surprised to see him come tapping at her door. She
+gave him a distant bow, and waited.
+
+"Beautiful Lioness!" said he, "I love you! see how much we are
+alike! You have four feet, and so have I; clearly we are made for
+one another. Will you marry me? We shall be so happy together!"
+
+This offer so astonished the Lioness that she could say nothing. She
+hated the vile creature, vilest of all creatures; that he should dare
+to address himself to a royal lioness! a scavenger to a queen! The very
+thought of the insult made her furious. She resolved that, after such
+a thing as that had spoken to her, she might just as well die, either
+by holding her breath or by starving herself. As these thoughts passed
+through her mind the Jackal was waiting for his answer; but no answer
+he got. This seemed a pretty broad hint that he was not wanted there;
+so he went home again, very woebegone, with his tail between his legs,
+and lay down in his Crystal Cave in much misery.
+
+By-and-by the eldest brother of the Lioness came home again, with
+a fine fat deer which he had killed. "Here, sister," he called out,
+"have a bit!"
+
+She put on a very gloomy air. "No," she said, "I think I shall have
+to die."
+
+"Why, what on earth is the matter?" asked he.
+
+"A nasty, dirty Jackal came, and wanted to marry me!"
+
+"The brute!" said her brother. "Where is he?"
+
+"Can't you see him, lying up in the sky?" You know the crystal was
+transparent, and as she had never been there she could not tell he
+was really in a cave.
+
+Off galloped the young Lion, furious with rage, and when he got near
+the place where the Jackal was lying in his Crystal Cave, he leaped
+at him, when--crack! went his skull against the wall of crystal,
+and down fell the Lion--dead!
+
+Just as the Lioness was getting anxious about her eldest brother,
+the second came in. She told him the same tale, though she was
+beginning to be sorry that she was going to die. He had not hurt
+her, after all; and how nice the meat smelt! But the second Lion
+did not give her much time to think; he growled, and off he went,
+leaped into the air, cracked his crown against the wall of crystal,
+and fell down dead beside his brother.
+
+Now when the third brother came in, the Lioness was quite sure she
+didn't mean to die. However, she looked as gloomy as ever, and told
+her brother what had happened; he had better go out and see what
+was become of the other two. Surely two Lions were a match for any
+Jackal! Still, there he was, as before, up in the air.
+
+"Up in the air?" said the youngest brother, who was cleverer than all
+the rest put together. "Stuff and nonsense! Now let me think. There
+must be something for him to lie upon; and yet you can see through
+it." He scratched his head with one paw and looked wise. "I have
+it! Crystal, of course, or glass--that's what it is!" So up he jumped,
+and when he got near the Crystal Cave, there were his two brothers,
+dead, with their skulls cracked right across like a teacup.
+
+He sat down again, and scratched his head with the other paw. "H'm! it
+looks as though it may be difficult to get at this Jackal. However,
+I'll try kindness first. Jackie, Jackie dear!" he called out.
+
+Now you must know that Lions have a very loud voice, and, if you
+have heard them talking in the Zoo, you will know that even when
+they want to coax and purr they are enough to frighten you. And so
+the poor Jackal, who, after all, was not so bad as the proud Lioness
+made out, when he heard the Lion coaxing him down, thought "What an
+awful roar!" His heart was beating very hard before, but this time it
+gave such a leap that something went snap! And the Jackal was dead too.
+
+Then the Lion looked up, and saw that the Jackal was dead. So he
+buried his brothers, and went and told his sister all about it. You
+might expect her to be sorry that her two brave brothers were dead,
+all because she held her nose so high in the air; but not a bit of
+it; she was quite satisfied so long as one was left to catch food
+for her. So she lived all the rest of her life in the Golden Cave,
+but I never heard that any other animal asked her to marry him.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE LION AND THE BOAR
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Lion who lived in the mountains, and
+he used to drink water out of a beautiful lake. It so happened that,
+as he was drinking there one day, he saw a Boar feeding over on the
+opposite bank. Now he had just eaten a leg of elephant, and was not
+hungry; but he made a note of that Boar, thinking to himself what
+a nice meal the Boar would make some other day. So, after drinking
+his fill, he crawled quietly away through the bushes, hoping that
+the Boar could not see him. But the Boar had sharp eyes, and did see
+him. "Hullo!" said he to himself, "yon Lion is afraid of me, that's
+clear! Ah well, he need not think to get off so easy. If he wants
+to go, he must fight me first!" He puffed his chest out very big,
+and rubbed his tusks against a tree, then he called out:
+
+
+        "Stay, stay, runaway!
+        Let us have a fight to-day!
+        You have four feet, so have I!
+        If you fail, you can but try!"
+
+
+The Lion could hardly believe his ears. What! a Boar challenge him
+to fight! He could break a Boar's back with a tap of his paw. Still,
+he hid his astonishment at this impertinent Boar and only said:
+
+"Please, Mr. Boar, let me off to-day, as I'm rather tired; I have
+just been wrestling with a fox. But, if you like, I will meet you
+here this day week, and then we can fight it out between us."
+
+He said this so humbly that the Boar became haughtier than ever. "Oh,
+very well," said he, "it shall never be said I took a mean advantage
+of any one. This day week, then! Good-day to you."
+
+When he got home, his friends hardly knew him. Every bristle on his
+back was standing up straight; his little greedy eyes were gleaming;
+he ran into the house, knocking over the pots and pans, snarling
+at his wife, and making himself very disagreeable indeed. At last
+the other Boars protested, and said they would not stand it any
+longer. "Oho!" says he, "you defy a Boar that has killed a Lion! Come
+on, then!" and very fierce indeed he looked.
+
+Killed a Lion! They did open their eyes. "Where is the Lion you have
+killed?" asked a pretty little sow, full of curiosity.
+
+"Well, I haven't exactly killed him yet," said the Boar rather
+unwillingly. "He is coming to be killed this day week."
+
+"What on earth do you mean?" his friends asked. He told them the story,
+but he did not feel quite so bold now as he had felt before. And
+when he finished, he felt worse than ever; for one and all they set
+up such a weeping and wailing that the whole forest resounded with
+it! "Oh dear, oh dear!" they cried, "you'll be the death of us! Kill a
+Lion? Why, he will crunch you up in a trice, and then he'll come here,
+and we are all dead Boars!"
+
+By this time the poor Boar had lost all his conceit; you see he was
+an ignorant Boar, and did not know at all what the strength of a Lion
+is. So his heart was down in his toes, and all he wanted now was some
+way out of the mischief. Nobody could think of a way, until one very
+old and wise Boar advised him to roll in the mud till he was very
+dirty, because Lions are clean beasts and do not like dirt.
+
+So every day he rolled and wallowed in the dirtiest places he could
+find; and by the appointed time he was like a big cake of dirt. So
+when he came to the lake where he was to meet the Lion, the wind took
+a whiff of him to the Lion, and the Lion gave a jump, and snuffed,
+and sneezed, and swished his tail, and cried out, "Get to leeward,
+get to leeward! Here's a pretty trick! Well, you have saved your life;
+I would not touch you with a pair of tongs now!" and, in great disgust
+he went away, saying, as he went, this little rhyme:
+
+
+        "Dirty Boar, I want no more,
+            You're saved from being eaten;
+        If you would fight, I yield me quite,
+            And own that I am beaten!"
+
+
+You may be sure that our friend the Boar did not wait any longer, but
+scampered off home. But when he got there, I am sorry to say he told
+all his friends he had beaten the Lion, and the Lion had run away! He
+certainly had beaten the Lion in one way, but not in fair fight, so
+it was rather mean to pretend he had. However, nobody believed him,
+and the colony of Boars thought the best thing they could do was to get
+away from that place as fast as their four legs could carry them. "If
+he is beaten," said they with a wink, "still, after all, he is a Lion."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN CITY
+
+
+Long, long ago, in the island of Ceylon, there was a large city full
+of nothing but Goblins. They were all She-goblins, too; and if they
+wanted husbands, they used to get hold of travellers and force them
+to marry; and afterwards, when they were tired of their husbands,
+they gobbled them up.
+
+One day a ship was wrecked upon the coast near the goblin city,
+and five hundred sailors were cast ashore. The She-goblins came down
+to the seashore, and brought food and dry clothes for the sailors,
+and invited them to come into the city. There was nobody else there
+at all; but for fear that the sailors should be frightened away,
+the Goblins, by their magic power, made shapes of people appear all
+around, so that there seemed to be men ploughing in the fields, or
+shepherds tending their sheep, and huntsmen with hounds, and all the
+sights of the quiet country life. So, when the sailors looked round,
+and saw everything as usual, they felt quite secure; although, as
+you know, it was all a sham.
+
+The end of it was, that they persuaded the sailors to marry them,
+telling them that their own husbands had gone to sea in a ship, and
+had been gone these three years, so that they must be drowned and lost
+for ever. But really, as you know, they had served others in just
+the same way, and their last batch of husbands were then in prison,
+waiting to be eaten.
+
+In the middle of the night, when the men were all asleep, the
+She-goblins rose up, put on their hats, and hurried down to the prison;
+there they killed a few men, and gnawed their flesh, and ate them up;
+and after this orgie they went home again. It so happened that the
+captain of the sailors woke up before his wife came home, and not
+seeing her there, he watched. By-and-by in she came; he pretended
+to be asleep, and looked out of the tail of his eye. She was still
+munching and crunching, and as she munched she muttered:
+
+
+        "Man's meat, man's meat,
+        That's what Goblins like to eat!"
+
+
+She said it over and over again, then lay down; and soon she was
+snoring loudly.
+
+The captain was horribly frightened to find he had married a
+Goblin. What was he to do? They could not fight with Goblins, and
+they were in the Goblins' power. If they had a ship they might have
+sailed away, because Goblins hate the water worse than a cat; but
+their ship was gone. He could think of nothing.
+
+However, next morning, he found a chance of telling his mates what
+he had discovered. Some of them believed him, and some said he must
+have been dreaming; they were sure their wives would not do such a
+thing. Those who believed him agreed that they would look out for a
+chance of escape.
+
+But there was a kind fairy who hated those Goblins; and she determined
+to save the men. So she told her flying horse to go and carry them
+away. And accordingly, as the men were out for a walk next day,
+the captain saw in the air a beautiful horse with large white and
+gold wings. The horse fluttered down, and hovered just above them,
+crying out, in a human voice:
+
+"Who wants to go home? who wants to go home? who wants to go home?"
+
+"I do, I do!" called out the sailors.
+
+"Climb up, then!" said the horse, dropping within reach. So one
+climbed up, and then another, and another; and, although the horse
+looked no bigger than any other horse, there was room for everybody
+on his back. I think that somehow, when they got up, the fairy made
+them shrink small, till they were no bigger than so many ants, and thus
+there was plenty of room for all. When all who wanted to go had got up
+on his back, away flew the beautiful horse and took them safely home.
+
+As for those who remained behind, that very night the Goblins set
+upon them and mangled them, and munched them to mincemeat.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+LACKNOSE
+
+
+There was once a Gardener who had no nose, and he had a very nice
+garden full of beautiful flowers: roses, and pinks, and lilies,
+and violets, and all the prettiest flowers you can imagine.
+
+Three little boys thought they would like a bunch of flowers, but
+they did not know how to get it. So one of them went into the garden
+and said:
+
+"Good morning, Mr. Lacknose!"
+
+"Good morning, boy," said the Gardener.
+
+The boy thought the best thing he could do was to flatter the old
+fellow, so he had made up a verse of poetry that he thought very
+pretty, and so he said to the Gardener:
+
+
+        "Cut, and cut, and cut again,
+        Hair and whiskers grow amain:
+        And your nose will grow like these:
+        Give me a little posy, please!"
+
+
+The Gardener knew very well that his nose would not grow again like
+his whiskers, and he thought the little boy rather rude to mention it;
+so he became angry.
+
+"Go away!" said he, "and get your posy somewhere else!"
+
+The boy went away disappointed; but the second boy thought he would
+try his luck too. Perhaps the first boy had not spoken nicely; and
+he had made a verse of poetry too, which he thought would just suit
+the old Gardener. So in he came with "Good morning, Mr. Lacknose!"
+
+"Good morning, boy," said the old man. "And what do you want?"
+
+Then the boy put on a coaxing smile, and said:
+
+
+        "In the autumn seeds are sown,
+        And ere long they're fully grown;
+        May your nose sprout up like these!
+        Give me a little posy, please!"
+
+
+"There!" he thought, "the old fellow will like that, because he is a
+Gardener." But not a bit of it! The Gardener saw through his trick,
+and was angrier than ever.
+
+"Be off!" said he, "or I'll be after you with a stick! Plant a nose,
+indeed! You had better go somewhere and learn manners before you ask
+for my flowers!"
+
+So the second boy went away faster than the first.
+
+But the third boy was an honest little boy, and knew that there is
+nothing like the truth; so he determined to try what truth could
+do. He walked modestly into the garden and said:
+
+"Good morning, sir!"
+
+"What, another of 'em!" growled the Gardener to himself. "Another pack
+of lies, I suppose!" He would hardly look at the boy. But the boy,
+nothing daunted, repeated his verse:
+
+
+        "Babbling fools! to think that they
+        Can get a posy in this way!
+        Say they yes, or say they no,
+        Noses cut no more will grow.
+        See, I ask you honestly:
+        Give a posy, sir, to me!"
+
+
+The Gardener was so pleased to find a straightforward and honest
+little boy, that he took his scissors and cut a most beautiful bunch
+of flowers, which he gave the boy with a smile. The boy said, "Thank
+you, sir, very much!" and went away delighted.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE KING'S LESSON
+
+
+Once upon a time there lived a very good King, whose name was
+Godfrey. Of course, when a man is King, everybody is ready to call him
+good; but this King really was good. He used to hold courts of justice
+for people to come to when they had a quarrel; and he decided all the
+cases so wisely that nobody durst bring an unjust cause before him. So
+after a while the result was, that the courts became empty; all the
+rustle and bustle was quiet, the wigs and gowns were hung up on pegs,
+and as dusty as dusty could be; and nobody had any quarrels at all.
+
+"What a blessing!" thought King Godfrey to himself. "Now we have a
+little peace. And they say it's all my doing! I wonder if I am really
+as good as people make me out. Suppose I try to see?" No sooner said
+than done with this King. He asked one and he asked another; he begged
+and prayed them to tell him of his faults, so that he might mend them;
+but no, they said they really could not tell him of his faults, when he
+had none to tell of. He tried in the palace, he tried in the city; high
+and low, to and fro, it was just the same: all praise and no blame.
+
+"Well, upon my word," thought the King, "I had no idea I was such a
+good fellow. Still, who knows what they say behind my back? Happy
+thought! I'll disguise myself, and that will soon show me the
+truth." So he dressed himself like a traveller, and got a carriage
+and pair, and drove all over the country, asking everybody what they
+thought of the King. Wonder of wonders! they said the same behind
+his back as they did to his face! That must have been a very nice
+country to live in, but I am sure I cannot tell where it is.
+
+Now in such a strange country as that, strange things will happen;
+and so it turned out that, as our King was driving along, he came to
+a narrow lane sunk between two steep banks, with only just room for
+the carriage; and right in the middle of this lane another carriage
+met him. There they stood, both of them, and neither would budge. Our
+King did not know who was in that carriage, but I will tell you who
+it was. This was the King of the next country, who was also a good
+king as kings go, though not so good as the first; and he had got
+the same idea into his head, that he would wander about in disguise,
+and find out what people thought of him. Everybody had a good word
+for him too, it seems; but if he found no one to pick faults in him
+before, here was one now, as you shall see.
+
+"Get out of the way!" said the driver of the other carriage.
+
+"Get out of the way yourself!" said King Godfrey's man. "I have a King
+inside," said he; you see, he knew who the disguised traveller was,
+and he thought there was no need to hide it now, when it might save
+him trouble.
+
+"If you have one King, I have another!" said the other man; and
+imagine how astonished King Godfrey's coachman was to hear that.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear," he said, "what is to be done? Both Kings! How old
+is your King?" he added suddenly, hoping, you see, that the younger
+might be willing to give way.
+
+"Fifty."
+
+"Fifty! So is mine! And how rich is he? "
+
+But it turned out they were just the same in that point; and though
+he cudgelled his brains to find out some difference, there seemed
+to be none; their kingdoms were exactly the same size, with exactly
+the same number of people in them, and their ancestors had been just
+as brave and glorious in peace or war. In fact, they were as like as
+two peas in a pod.
+
+All this time the horses were champing their bits and pawing the
+ground, as if they would like to jump over each other's heads; and I
+daresay the Kings were getting impatient too, though they were much
+too dignified to say anything. And there they might have stayed till
+doomsday, but that King Godfrey's coachman hit on a fine idea. He
+suggested that perhaps one of them was a better King than the other;
+what were his master's virtues, would the other coachman kindly
+tell him?
+
+The other coachman had his answer all ready, in poetry too, and this
+it was:
+
+
+"Rough to the rough, my mighty King the mild with mildness sways,
+Masters the good by goodness, and the bad with badness pays:
+Give place, give place, O driver! such are this monarch's ways!"
+
+
+"H'm," said King Godfrey's driver, "tit for tat is all very well,
+but I shouldn't call it virtue to pay out a bad man in his own coin."
+
+"Oh, well," says the other in a huff, "you can call it vice if you
+like; and I should be very glad to hear all your King's virtues,
+if you laugh at mine!"
+
+"Certainly," said King Godfrey's coachman; and, not to be beaten,
+he did his answer into poetry, like the other:
+
+
+"He conquers wrath by mildness, the bad with goodness sways,
+By gifts the miser vanquishes and lies with truth repays.
+Give place, give place, O driver! such are this monarch's ways!"
+
+
+Then the other man felt he had met his match. "I can't cap that,"
+said he; "your master is better than mine." And the new King, who
+had not said a word all this time, thought it was time to be moving;
+perhaps he had been asleep; anyhow, he was not at all angry with his
+coachman, but out he got, and they let the horses loose, and pulled
+the carriage up on the slope to let King Godfrey pass by. But King
+Godfrey, before he went on, gave the other King a little good advice,
+which the King promised to take; for in that strange country people
+used to follow good advice sometimes. And then they said "Good-bye,"
+and both went back home again, and both of them ruled their countries
+well until they died. The other King, we may be sure, was all the
+better for that lesson; and I hope Godfrey did not become conceited in
+that strange country, as he would have been if he lived here with us.
+
+
+
+
+                                 FINIS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+NOTE
+
+
+[1] The Jataka; or Stories of the Buddha's former
+Births. Translated from the Pali by various hands, under the
+editorship of Professor E. B. Cowell. Vol. I., translated by
+R. Chalmers, B.A. (1895). Vol. II., translated by W. H. D. Rouse,
+M.A. (1895). Vol. III., translated by H. T. Francis, M.A., and
+R. A. Neil, M.A. (1897). Vol. IV., in preparation. All the stories
+but two come from the second volume of this work.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old
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+Title: The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old India
+
+Author: W.H.D. Rouse
+
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+
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+</pre>
+
+<div class="front">
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first"></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e99width"><img src="images/titlepage.gif" alt=
+"Original Title Page." width="433" height="720"></div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first xd20e105">The Giant Crab <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"xd20e107" href="#xd20e107" name="xd20e107">iv</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first"></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e110width"><img src="images/p000.jpg" alt=
+"The Pious Wolf" width="473" height="665">
+<p class="figureHead">The Pious Wolf</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd20e114" href="#xd20e114" name=
+"xd20e114">v</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="titlePage">
+<div class="docTitle">
+<div class="mainTitle">The Giant Crab</div>
+<div class="subTitle">And Other Tales from Old India</div>
+</div>
+<div class="byline">Retold by<br>
+<span class="docAuthor">W. H. D. Rouse</span><br>
+Illustrated by W. Robinson</div>
+<div class="docImprint"><br>
+London<br>
+David Nutt, 270&ndash;271, Strand<br>
+<span class="docDate">1897</span></div>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd20e140" href="#xd20e140" name=
+"xd20e140">vi</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first xd20e105">Printed by <span class="sc">Ballantyne,
+Hanson &amp; Co.</span><br>
+At the Ballantyne Press <span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd20e148" href=
+"#xd20e148" name="xd20e148">vii</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">Warning</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first"><i>To the Studious or Scientific Reader</i></p>
+<p>I hope no one will imagine this to be a scientific book. It is meant
+to amuse children; and if it succeeds in this, its aim will be hit.
+Thus the stories here given, although grounded upon the great Buddhist
+collection named below, have been ruthlessly altered wherever this
+would better suit them for the purpose in view; and probably some of
+them Buddha himself would fail to recognise.</p>
+<p>My thanks are due to the Syndics of the Cambridge University Press
+for permitting the use of their translation of the <i>J&#257;taka
+Book</i>;<a class="noteref" id="xd20e163src" href="#xd20e163" name=
+"xd20e163src">1</a> from which comes the groundwork of the stories, and
+occasionally a phrase or a versicle is borrowed. To this work I refer
+all scholars, folk-lorists and scientific persons generally: warning
+them that if they plunge deeper into these pages, they will be horribly
+shocked. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="xd20e169" href="#xd20e169" name=
+"xd20e169">ix</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+<div class="footnotes">
+<hr class="fnsep">
+<p class="footnote"><span class="label"><a class="noteref" id=
+"xd20e163" href="#xd20e163src" name="xd20e163">1</a></span> The
+<i>J&#257;taka</i>; or Stories of the Buddha&rsquo;s former Births.
+Translated from the P&#257;li by various hands, under the editorship of
+Professor E. B. Cowell. Vol. I., translated by R. Chalmers, B.A.
+(1895). Vol. II., translated by W. H. D. Rouse, M.A. (1895). Vol. III.,
+translated by H. T. Francis, M.A., and R. A. Neil, M.A. (1897). Vol.
+IV., in preparation. All the stories but two come from the second
+volume of this work.</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="toc" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">Contents</h2>
+<ul>
+<li>&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class=
+"tocPagenum">Page</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch1">The Giant Crab</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">1</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch2">The Hypocritical Cat</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">6</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch3">The Crocodile and the Monkey</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">9</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch4">The Axe, the Drum, the Bowl, and the Diamond</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">14</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch5">The Wise Parrot and the Foolish Parrot</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">26</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch6">The Dishonest Friend</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">30</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch7">The Mouse and the Farmer</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">34</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch8">The Talkative Tortoise</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">38</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch9">The Monkeys and the Gardener</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">41</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch10">The Goblin and the Sneeze</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">45</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch11">The Grateful Beasts and the Ungrateful Prince</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">49</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch12">The Goblin in the Pool</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">56</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch13">The Foolish Farmer and the King</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">59</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch14">The Pious Wolf</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">62</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch15">Birds of a Feather</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">64</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch16">Spend a Pound to Win a Penny</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">68</span><span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="xd20e276" href="#xd20e276" name=
+"xd20e276">x</a>]</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch17">The Cunning Crane and the Crab</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">70</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch18">Union is Strength</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">77</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch19">Silence is Golden</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">80</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch20">The Great Yellow King and his Porter</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">82</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch21">The Quail and the Falcon</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">86</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch22">Pride Must Have a Fall</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">88</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch23">The Bold Beggar</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">95</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch24">The Jackal Would A-Wooing Go</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">97</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch25">The Lion and the Boar</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">102</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch26">The Goblin City</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
+<span class="tocPagenum">106</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch27">Lacknose</a> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class=
+"tocPagenum">111</span></li>
+<li><a href="#ch28">The King&rsquo;s Lesson</a>
+&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; <span class="tocPagenum">114</span></li>
+</ul>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb1" href="#pb1" name=
+"pb1">1</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="body">
+<div id="ch1" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p001.gif" alt="The Giant Crab"
+width="357" height="377"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Giant Crab</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a lake in the mountains,
+and in that lake lived a huge Crab. I daresay you have often seen crabs
+boiled, and put on a dish for you to eat; and perhaps at the seaside
+you have watched them sidling away at the bottom of a pool. Sometimes a
+boy or girl bathing in the sea gets a nip from a crab, and then there
+is squeaking and squealing. But our Crab was much larger than these; he
+was the largest Crab ever heard of; he was bigger than a dining-room
+table, and his claws were <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb2" href=
+"#pb2" name="pb2">2</a>]</span>as big as an armchair. Fancy what it
+must be to have a nip from such claws as those!</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e362width"><img src="images/p002.gif" alt=
+"Two sitting elephants." width="422" height="397"></div>
+<p>Well, this huge Crab lived all alone in the lake. Now the different
+animals that lived in the wild mountains used to come to that lake to
+drink; deer and antelopes, foxes and wolves, lions and tigers and
+elephants. And whenever they came into the water to drink, the great
+Crab was on the watch; and one of them at least never went up out of
+the water again. The Crab used to nip it <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb3" href="#pb3" name="pb3">3</a>]</span>with one of his huge claws
+and pull it under, and then the poor beast was drowned, and made a fine
+dinner for the big Crab.</p>
+<p>This went on for a long time, and the Crab grew bigger and bigger
+every day, fattening on the animals that came there to drink. So at
+last all the animals were afraid to go near that lake. This was a pity,
+because there was very little water in the mountains, and the creatures
+did not know what to do when they were thirsty.</p>
+<p>At last a great Elephant made up his mind to put an end to the Crab
+and his doings. So he and his wife agreed that they would lead a herd
+of elephants there to drink, and while the other elephants were
+drinking, they would look out for the Crab.</p>
+<p>They did as they arranged. When the herd of elephants got to the
+lake, these two went in first, and kept farthest out in the water,
+watching for the Crab; and the others drank, and trumpeted, and washed
+themselves close inshore.</p>
+<p>Soon they had had enough, and began to go out of the water; and
+then, sure enough, the Elephant felt a tremendous nip on the leg. The
+Crab had crawled up under the water and got him fast. He nodded to his
+wife, who bravely stayed by his side; and then she began:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear Mr. Crab!&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;please let my husband
+go!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Crab poked his eyes out of the water. You know a crab&rsquo;s
+eyes grow on a kind of little stalk; and this Crab was so big, that his
+eyes looked like two thick tree-trunks, with a cannon-ball on the top
+of each. Now this Crab <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb4" href="#pb4"
+name="pb4">4</a>]</span>was a great flirt, or rather he used to be a
+great flirt, but lately he had nobody to flirt with, because he had
+eaten up all the creatures that came near him. And Mrs. Elephant was a
+beautiful elephant, with a shiny brown skin, and elegant flapping ears,
+and a curly trunk, and two white tusks that twinkled when she smiled.
+So when the big Crab saw this beautiful elephant, he thought he would
+like to have a kiss; and he said in a wheedling tone:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear little Elephant! Will you give me a kiss?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then Mrs. Elephant pretended to be very pleased, and put her head on
+one side, and flapped her tail; and she looked so sweet and so
+tempting, that the Crab let go the other elephant, and began to crawl
+slowly towards her, waving his eyes about as he went.</p>
+<p>All this while Mr. Elephant had been in great pain from the nip of
+the Crab&rsquo;s claw, but he had said nothing, for he was a very brave
+Elephant. But he did not mean to let his wife come to any harm; not he!
+It was all part of their trick. And as soon as he felt his leg free, he
+trumpeted loud and long, and jumped right upon the Crab&rsquo;s
+back!</p>
+<p>Crack, crack! went the Crab&rsquo;s shell; for, big as he was, an
+elephant was too heavy for him to carry. Crack, crack, crack! The
+Elephant jumped up and down on his back, and in a very short time the
+Crab was crushed to mincemeat.</p>
+<p>What rejoicing there was among the animals when they saw the Crab
+crushed to death! From far and near they came, and passed a vote of
+thanks to the Elephant and his wife, and made them King and Queen of
+all the animals in the mountains. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb5"
+href="#pb5" name="pb5">5</a>]</span></p>
+<p>As for the Crab, there was nothing left of him but his claws, which
+were so hard that nothing could even crack them; so they were left in
+the pool. And in the autumn there came a great flood, and carried the
+claws down into the river; and the river carried them hundreds of miles
+away, to a great city; where the King&rsquo;s sons found them, and made
+out of them two immense drums, which they always beat when they go to
+war; and the very sound of these drums is enough to frighten the enemy
+away. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb6" href="#pb6" name=
+"pb6">6</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch2" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p006.gif" alt=
+"The Hypocritical Cat" width="438" height="670"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Hypocritical Cat</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a troop of Rats that used
+to live in holes by a river side. A certain Cat often saw them going to
+and fro, and longed to have them to eat. But he was not strong enough
+to attack them all together; besides, that would not have suited his
+purpose, because most of them would have run away.</p>
+<p>So he used to stand early in the morning, not far from their holes,
+with his face towards the sun, snuffing up the air, and standing on one
+leg. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb7" href="#pb7" name=
+"pb7">7</a>]</span></p>
+<p>The Rats wondered why he did that, so one day they all trooped up to
+him in a body, and asked the reason.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is your name, sir?&rdquo; they began.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Holy is my name,&rdquo; said the Cat.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why do you stand on one leg?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Because if I stood on all four, the earth could not bear my
+weight.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why do you keep your mouth open?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Because I feed on the air, and never eat anything
+else.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And why do you face the sun?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Because I worship the sun.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What a pious Cat!&rdquo; the Rats all thought. Ever after
+that, when they started out in the morning, they did not fail first to
+make their bow to the Cat one by one, and to show thus their respect
+for his piety.</p>
+<p>This was just what our Cat wanted. Every day, as they filed past, he
+waited till the tail of the string came up; then like lightning pounced
+upon the hindmost, and gobbled him up in a trice; after which he stood
+on one leg as before, licking his lips greedily.</p>
+<p>For a while all went well for the Cat&rsquo;s plan; but at last the
+Chief of the Rats noticed that the troop seemed to grow smaller. Here
+and there he missed some familiar face. He could not make it out; but
+at last a thought came into his mind, that perhaps the pious Cat might
+know more about it than he chose to tell.</p>
+<p>Next day accordingly, he posted himself at the tail of the troop,
+where he could see everything that went on; and as the Rats one by one
+bowed before the Cat, he watched the Cat out of the end of his eye.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb8" href="#pb8" name=
+"pb8">8</a>]</span></p>
+<p>As he came up, the Cat prepared for his pounce. But our Rat was
+ready for him, and dodged out of the way.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Aha!&rdquo; says the Rat, &ldquo;so that is your piety! Feeds
+on the air, does he! and worships the sun&mdash;eh? What a
+humbug!&rdquo; And with one spring he was at the Cat&rsquo;s throat,
+and his sharp teeth fast. The other Rats heard the scuffle, and came
+trooping back; and it was crunch and munch, till not a vestige remained
+of the hypocritical Cat. Those who came first had cat to eat, and those
+who came last went sniffing about at the mouths of their friends, and
+asking what was the taste of catsmeat. And ever after the Rats lived in
+peace and happiness.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e440width"><img src="images/p008.gif" alt=
+"Rat standing on top of skull of cat." width="163" height="204"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb9" href="#pb9" name=
+"pb9">9</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch3" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p009.gif" alt=
+"The Crocodile and the Monkey" width="439" height="275"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Crocodile and the Monkey</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a deep and wide river, and
+in this river lived a crocodile. I do not know whether you have ever
+seen a crocodile; but if you did see one, I am sure you would be
+frightened. They are very long, twice as long as your bed; and they are
+covered with hard green or yellow scales; and they have a wide flat
+snout, and a huge jaw with hundreds of sharp teeth, so big that it
+could hold you all at once inside it. This crocodile used to lie all
+day in the mud, half under water, basking in the sun, and never moving;
+but if any little animal came near, he would jump up, and open his big
+jaws, and snap it up as a dog snaps up a fly. And if you had gone near
+him, he would have snapped you up too, just as easily. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb10" href="#pb10" name="pb10">10</a>]</span></p>
+<p>On the bank of this river lived a monkey. He spent the day climbing
+about the trees, and eating nuts or wild fruit; but he had been there
+so long, that there was hardly any fruit left upon the trees.</p>
+<p>Now it so happened that the crocodile&rsquo;s wife cast a longing
+eye on this Monkey. She was very dainty in her eating, was Mrs.
+Crocodile, and she liked the tit-bits. So one morning she began to cry.
+Crocodile&rsquo;s tears are very big, and as her tears dropped into the
+water, splash, splash, splash, Mr. Crocodile woke up from his snooze,
+and looked round to see what was the matter.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why, wife,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;what are you crying
+about?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m hungry!&rdquo; whimpered Mrs. Crocodile.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;wait a while. I&rsquo;ll
+soon catch you something.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But I want that Monkey&rsquo;s heart!&rdquo; said Mrs.
+Crocodile. Splash, splash, splash, went her tears again.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Come, come, cheer up,&rdquo; said Mr. Crocodile. He was very
+fond of his wife, and he would have wiped away her tears, only he had
+no pocket-handkerchief. &ldquo;Cheer up!&rdquo; said he;
+&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll see what I can do.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>His wife dried her tears, and Mr. Crocodile lay down again on the
+mud, thinking. He thought for a whole hour. You see, though he was very
+big, he was very stupid. At last he heaved a sigh of relief, for he
+thought he had hit upon a clever plan.</p>
+<p>He wallowed along the bank to a place just underneath a big tree. Up
+on the tree our Monkey was swinging by his tail, and chattering to
+himself.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monkey!&rdquo; he called out, in the softest voice he could
+manage. It was not very soft, something like a policeman&rsquo;s
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb11" href="#pb11" name=
+"pb11">11</a>]</span>rattle; but it was the best he could do, with all
+those sharp teeth.</p>
+<p>The Monkey stopped swinging, and looked down. The Crocodile had
+never spoken to him before, and he felt rather surprised.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monkey, dear!&rdquo; called the Crocodile, again.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, what is it?&rdquo; asked the Monkey.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m sure you must be hungry,&rdquo; said Mr. Crocodile.
+&ldquo;I see you have eaten all the fruit on these trees; but why
+don&rsquo;t you try the trees on the other side of the river? Just
+look, apples, pears, quinces, plums, anything you could wish for! And
+heaps of them!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That is all very well,&rdquo; said the Monkey. &ldquo;But how
+can I get across a wide river like this?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh!&rdquo; said the cunning Crocodile, &ldquo;that is easily
+managed. I like your looks, and I want to do you a good turn. Jump on
+my back, and I&rsquo;ll swim across; then you can enjoy
+yourself!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Never had the Monkey had an offer so tempting. He swung round a
+branch three times in his joy; his eyes glistened, and without thinking
+a moment, down he jumped on the Crocodile&rsquo;s back.</p>
+<p>The Crocodile began to swim slowly across. The Monkey fixed his eyes
+on the opposite bank with its glorious fruit trees, and danced for joy.
+Suddenly he felt the water about his feet! It rose to his legs, it rose
+to his middle. The Crocodile was sinking!</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Mr. Crocodile! Mr. Crocodile! take care!&rdquo; said he.
+&ldquo;You&rsquo;ll drown me!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ha, ha, ha!&rdquo; laughed the Crocodile, snapping his great
+jaws. &ldquo;So you thought I was taking you across out <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb12" href="#pb12" name="pb12">12</a>]</span>of pure
+good nature! You are a green monkey, to be sure. The truth is, my wife
+has taken a fancy to you, and wants your heart to eat! If you had seen
+her crying this morning, I am sure you would have pitied
+her.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What a good thing you told me!&rdquo; said the Monkey. (He
+was a very clever Monkey, and had his wits about him.) &ldquo;Wait a
+bit, and I&rsquo;ll tell you why. My heart, I think you said? Why, I
+never carry my heart inside me; that would be too dangerous. If we
+Monkeys went jumping about the trees with our hearts inside, we should
+knock them to bits in no time.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Crocodile rose up to the surface again. He felt very glad he had
+not drowned the Monkey, because, as I said, he was a stupid creature,
+and did not see that the Monkey was playing him a trick.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;where is your heart,
+then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Do you see that cluster of round things up in the tree there,
+on the further bank? Those are our hearts, all in a bunch; and pretty
+safe too, at that height, I should hope!&rdquo; It was really a
+fig-tree, and certainly the figs did look very much like a bunch of
+hearts. &ldquo;Just you take me across,&rdquo; he went on, &ldquo;and
+I&rsquo;ll climb up and drop my heart down; I can do very well without
+it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You excellent creature!&rdquo; said the Crocodile, &ldquo;so
+I will!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>And he swam across the river. The Monkey leapt lightly off the
+Crocodile&rsquo;s back, and swung himself up the fig-tree. Then he sat
+down on a branch, and began to eat the figs with great enjoyment.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your heart, please!&rdquo; called out the Crocodile.
+&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t you see I&rsquo;m waiting?&rdquo; <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb13" href="#pb13" name="pb13">13</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, wait as long as you like!&rdquo; said the Monkey.
+&ldquo;Are you such a fool as to think that any creature keeps its
+heart in a tree? Your body is big, but your wit is little. No, no; here
+I am, and here I mean to stay. Many thanks for bringing me
+over!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Crocodile snapped his jaws in disgust, and went back to his
+wife, feeling very foolish, as he was; and the Monkey had such a feast
+in the fig-tree as he never had in his life before.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e517width"><img src="images/p013.jpg" alt=
+"Crocodile with hat and umbrella seen from back." width="124" height=
+"242"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb14" href="#pb14" name=
+"pb14">14</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch4" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p014.gif" alt=
+"The Axe, the Drum, the Bowl, and the Diamond" width="513" height=
+"696"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Axe, the Drum, the Bowl, and the Diamond</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a poor young man who went
+out into the world to seek his fortune. He went aboard a ship sailing
+across the ocean; and after they had sailed for a year and a day,
+suddenly a great storm arose. The rain descended, and the wind blew,
+and it blew so hard and so wild, that the ship went miles out of her
+course, and the skipper could not tell where they were. And then, in
+the middle of the night, a great crash came, and the ship was dashed
+upon a reef. The waves beat and battered it, and turned it topsy-turvy,
+and the end of it <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb15" href="#pb15"
+name="pb15">15</a>]</span>was that every soul was drowned except the
+poor young man.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e530width"><img src="images/p015.gif" alt=
+"Poor young man with turban sitting on beach." width="439" height=
+"132"></div>
+<p>The waves washed him ashore, more dead than alive, and on the shore
+he lay till next morning, when the sun warmed him and woke him up from
+his faint. He got up and looked about him, and wandered over the place,
+which he found was an island. It did not take him long to walk round
+it; and then he saw that it was a small island, and far as the eye
+could reach not another speck of land was to be seen. There were plenty
+of trees growing in the island, with fruit and flowers, bananas and
+cocoanuts, and springs of water; but on the trees were no birds, and no
+animals ran about on the ground. So he lived on the fruits and roots,
+and did the best he could.</p>
+<p>One day, to his great surprise, he saw a black thing in the sky;
+and, still more surprising, the black thing had no wings. Yet it was
+flying, and flew nearer and nearer, until he saw that it was a large
+wild pig. How could a pig fly through the air? He rubbed his eyes and
+looked again; yes, a pig it was beyond all doubt; and it flew closer
+and closer until it came to the island. He hid behind a bush, and saw
+the pig sink slowly to the ground <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb16"
+href="#pb16" name="pb16">16</a>]</span>and lie down under a tree. Soon
+the pig was fast asleep and snoring. He went up close, and, to his
+amazement, by the pig&rsquo;s side, was the most magnificent diamond he
+ever saw. It blazed and sparkled in the sun and looked like a ball of
+fire. He stepped gingerly up to the pig, and took hold of the diamond;
+the pig was very sleepy and snored away heartily. As he turned the
+diamond about in his hand and saw it flash, he suddenly thought to
+himself, &ldquo;What if the pig should wake? He looks fierce, he has
+great sharp tusks, and I have nothing to defend myself with. If I were
+only up in that tree, now&mdash;&mdash;&rdquo; But what on earth had
+happened? As the thought came into his mind, he found himself perched
+in the tree-top.</p>
+<p>For a little while he was quite dazed and dizzy. Then he began to
+wonder if it could be the diamond which had done this miracle. So just
+to try, he wished himself down again; and there he was, without knowing
+how! He began to understand that this was a magic diamond, and
+something which he must take great care of. Then he wished himself up
+in the tree again.</p>
+<p>When he was in the tree once more, he picked off a nut that was
+growing on the tree, and dropped it upon the pig&rsquo;s nose. The pig
+woke up, raised his head, and looked round for the diamond; he was a
+very intelligent pig, indeed he was really not a pig at all, but a
+great magician, who used to fly about in the shape of a pig because he
+was as wicked as could be, and preferred being a pig rather than a man.
+There are really a great many people like that, only we see them in the
+shape of men and do not know the difference.</p>
+<p>Now when this pig saw that his diamond was gone, he <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb17" href="#pb17" name="pb17">17</a>]</span>fell in
+a fury; for all his power lay in the diamond, and without it he was
+nothing more than any other pig. So he glared and snorted, and looked
+all round, and down, and up&mdash;and then he saw the man who had
+dropped the nut upon his snout! Then his fury knew no bounds; he foamed
+at the mouth, and ran raging round and round the tree; but the man only
+laughed, and dropped more nuts on him. This made him mad indeed, for
+pigs cannot climb trees, and he saw that his diamond was lost, and with
+it all his magical power; so in his madness he charged straight at the
+tree, and ran his tusks right into the trunk. There they stuck, and tug
+as he would, he could not get them out.</p>
+<p>The man wished himself down from the tree, and looked about for a
+large stone, with which he battered the pig&rsquo;s skull till it was
+dead. Then he held the diamond over the pig, so that the sun&rsquo;s
+rays shone down and were reflected through it; and so fine and strong
+was the diamond, that in a very short time a delicious smell of roast
+pork rose to his nostrils, and the whole pig was done to a turn, with
+rich crisp crackling. Then he took a sharp shell which he found lying
+on the beach, and carved off slices of the pork, which he ate. It was
+very nice indeed, and he had the best meal he had enjoyed since the
+ship had been wrecked on the reef, and he had been cast ashore on that
+island.</p>
+<p>By-and-by, when he had finished his dinner, it occurred to him that
+as the pig had flown there through the air, so he might fly away. So
+holding his diamond in his hand, he wished to fly through the air to
+the nearest land. Then he felt himself rising, and he was carried
+swiftly <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb18" href="#pb18" name=
+"pb18">18</a>]</span>through the air, and away, away over the sea; the
+island grew smaller, it became a black patch, it dwindled to a speck in
+the distance. The sun shone warm upon him, the waves sparkled
+underneath; porpoises gambolled about, playing leap-frog in the sea;
+flying-fish came out of the water in a flash of light, and dropped into
+the water again; still he went on, till, as the sun was setting, he
+came close to a sandy beach; and there before long he stood, wondering
+what he should do next.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e555width"><img src="images/p018.jpg" alt=
+"Man flying through the sky with diamond." width="323" height=
+"322"></div>
+<p>He looked round, and not far off, behind a clump of bushes, rose a
+thin column of smoke. He put the diamond in his pocket, and walked
+towards the smoke. Soon he saw a queer little hut, and at the door,
+upon the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb19" href="#pb19" name=
+"pb19">19</a>]</span>ground, sat a man without any legs. Whether a
+shark had bitten off his legs, or whether he never had any, I cannot
+tell you, for he never told me; but there he sat, like a chessman. He
+had a fur cap, and a fur coat; he did not need any trousers, for he had
+no legs to put them on, as I have told you. In front of him was a fire,
+and over the fire was a spit, and on the spit was a young kid
+roasting.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good evening, sir,&rdquo; said the young man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good evening,&rdquo; said the other.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Can you give me a night&rsquo;s shelter?&rdquo; the young man
+asked.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Whatever I have, you may share,&rdquo; said the old man with
+no legs.</p>
+<p>So they sat down, and ate a good meal; but the young man was rather
+frightened to see that the other man ate skin, and bones, and
+everything. And he did not like the way the old man eyed him. In fact I
+must tell you, that this old man was another magician, and a friend of
+the magician who looked like a pig; and when any travellers came that
+way, he used to eat them. He did not eat this traveller, because the
+kid was ready roasted; but he meant to do it as soon as he should be
+hungry again.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How did you get here?&rdquo; asked the old man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I flew over the sea,&rdquo; said the young man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Indeed!&rdquo; said the old man. &ldquo;And how did you
+manage that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then the traveller showed his diamond, and told the old man what a
+wonderful stone it was, and how it gave any one power to fly through
+the air.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If you will give me your diamond,&rdquo; said the old man,
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb20" href="#pb20" name=
+"pb20">20</a>]</span>&ldquo;I will give you my axe. You see I have no
+legs, so you may wonder how I live. This is the way I live. If I slap
+this axe on the handle, and say, Wood and fire! away it flies, and cuts
+wood and kindles a fire. If I slap the steel, and say, Heads! away it
+flies, and chops off the head of a goat or any animal I want; and then
+it brings me meat for my dinner. Now I have lived here for a thousand
+years by the help of my axe, and I am rather tired of being in one
+place. I should like to see the world before I die, and that is why I
+want your diamond.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said the young man, &ldquo;it&rsquo;s a
+bargain.&rdquo; They exchanged the axe and the diamond; the old man
+turned it over in his hand, chuckling greedily. As soon as the young
+man got grip of the axe, he smacked the steel, and says he,
+&ldquo;Heads!&rdquo; In a jiffy the axe sliced through the old
+man&rsquo;s neck like a turnip, and he had no more head than legs.</p>
+<p>Then the traveller picked up the diamond, and put it in his pocket.
+So now he had two magic things instead of one. He blessed his luck, and
+fell asleep very happily inside the old magician&rsquo;s hut.</p>
+<p>Next morning, with the diamond in his pocket and the axe on his
+shoulder, the young man set out on his travels. All day long he walked
+through the forest, until at evening time he saw before him another
+hut, like the first, where lived the old man with no legs. Before this
+hut, too, there was a fire burning, and beside the fire sat an old man
+without any arms. Whether a tiger had bitten off his arms or whether he
+never had any, I cannot say, because he never told me; but there he sat
+like a pair of compasses. He had the stump of a tree to sit on, and
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb21" href="#pb21" name=
+"pb21">21</a>]</span>before him was another stump, and on this stump
+was a large bowl of milk, out of which he was drinking. When he saw our
+friend, he tipped over this bowl with his chin; instantly a deep
+roaring river surrounded him and his hut, and he sat in the middle,
+laughing at the young man&rsquo;s surprise. But he did not laugh long,
+for the young man instantly wished himself over the river, and there he
+was. Now it was his turn to laugh.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;How on earth did you do that?&rdquo; asked the old man. He
+was much too astonished to think of saying good-day.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s nothing,&rdquo; said the young man, and
+showed him his diamond.</p>
+<p>The old man&rsquo;s eyes glistened. He thought how nice it would be
+to have that diamond.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What do you say to selling me that diamond?&rdquo; said
+he.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What will you give me for it?&rdquo; asked the young man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will give you this bowl. It is a wishing bowl. Whenever you
+are hungry all you have to do is to wish for something in it, and there
+it is; milk, or soup, or wine; anything that can go in a bowl. And if
+you turn it over, as you saw me do just now, a rushing, roaring river
+pours out, and surrounds you, or, if you like, it will flood a whole
+country and drown every living thing.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear me!&rdquo; said the young man, &ldquo;that is a
+wonderful bowl. Well, I agree; I&rsquo;ll give you my diamond for
+it.&rdquo; So they exchanged the bowl and the diamond. The old man took
+the diamond in his hand and watched it sparkle; but he did not watch
+long, for the young man slapped his hatchet and cried,
+&ldquo;Heads!&rdquo; In a jiffy the steel sliced <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb22" href="#pb22" name="pb22">22</a>]</span>through
+the old man&rsquo;s neck like a cucumber, and he had no more head than
+arms. Then the young man picked up his diamond and put it away in his
+pocket. So now he had three wonderful things instead of two. He blessed
+his good luck, wished for some delicious wine in his bowl, drank it,
+and went to sleep happily, in the old man&rsquo;s hut.</p>
+<p>Next morning the young man was up betimes; and after taking a meal
+out of his wishing-bowl, he set out once more to walk through the
+forest. After he had walked for some hours, he heard, far in the
+distance, a loud rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub, boom, boom, boom. He
+felt as if he could hardly help running away; still, with a great
+effort, he began to walk towards the sound, which got louder and louder
+every minute, till at last it made a tremendous din. Then, suddenly,
+just as he came upon a little open glade in the forest, he heard a
+rustle, bustle, jostle, and out of the trees came a great herd of
+elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, and all sorts of wild animals, their
+hair bristling with fright, and every one of them tearing along at full
+speed. They were far too much terrified to notice him, and, scurrying
+across the glade, they vanished among the trees.</p>
+<p>By this time the noise had ceased, but it was not long before he
+came upon another little glade, and at the end of the glade was a hut,
+and in front of that hut sat a big black giant with a drum.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good day to you!&rdquo; roared the giant, in a great
+voice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good day!&rdquo; said the young man, rather frightened.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Come and have something to eat!&rdquo; roared the giant.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said the young man.</p>
+<p>They sat down, and the giant offered him some food. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb23" href="#pb23" name="pb23">23</a>]</span>But the
+young man thought it was safer not to take any of the giant&rsquo;s
+food, so he pulled out his bowl, and wished for some soup, and sipped
+it.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is that?&rdquo; asked the giant.</p>
+<p>The young man told him it was a wishing bowl, that gave any food he
+wanted. The giant was very much delighted with the wishing bowl, and
+thought that if he could get that bowl, he would be able to eat without
+the trouble of getting things.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll buy that bowl!&rdquo; he roared.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What will you give me for it?&rdquo; asked the young man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I will give you this drum,&rdquo; said the giant. &ldquo;If
+you beat on one side, everybody that hears it will run away.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah, that was why the lions and tigers were running away just
+now!&rdquo; said the young man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said the giant. &ldquo;And if you beat on the
+other side, a splendid army of soldiers and horses will spring up out
+of the ground and defend you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All right, here you are,&rdquo; said the young man, and gave
+him the bowl.</p>
+<p>The giant took the bowl in great glee, and horrid to tell, wished
+out loud for a bowlful of blood! He began to drink it, but he did not
+finish; for as he buried his nose in the bowl, the young man slapped
+his axe, and said&mdash;&ldquo;Heads!&rdquo; Down came the axe with a
+crash on the giant&rsquo;s head, and cut it clean in two!</p>
+<p>If the young man was glad when he saw the giant&rsquo;s head cleft
+in two, he was gladder when he went inside the giant&rsquo;s hut. For
+there, all round the wall, were the bodies of travellers who had passed
+that way; and they were tied to <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb24"
+href="#pb24" name="pb24">24</a>]</span>the uprights of the wall, and
+their bodies were dry as dust, and shrivelled like a medlar. For this
+giant used to catch all travellers and tie them up in his house, and
+then he sucked their blood till they were dry. So when our traveller
+saw what a narrow escape he had had, he determined no longer to remain
+in that dreadful place. Picking up the bowl and the drum, and feeling
+to see that his axe and diamond were safe, he wished himself at the
+gate of the nearest city.</p>
+<p>Now the king of this city was a very cruel king. He used to rob and
+murder even his own subjects; and as for strangers, he had short shrift
+and no mercy for them. So when the king heard that there was a stranger
+outside the gates, he made up his mind to have some sport; and sent out
+a company of soldiers to fetch him in. The young man beat his drum, and
+they all took to their heels! You may imagine how angry the king was to
+hear this; he had all their heads chopped off on the spot, and sent a
+regiment. The same thing happened to the regiment. But this only made
+the king angrier than ever. He ordered all his army to be marshalled
+before the gates, and himself riding at their head, led them forward to
+capture this audacious stranger. Then the young man tipped over his
+wishing bowl. Out poured a roaring torrent of water that flooded the
+plain, and drowned every soldier in the army, all except the king, who
+had galloped back to the city, and got up on the wall. Then the young
+man slapped his axe, and cried, &ldquo;Heads! I want the king&rsquo;s
+head!&rdquo; Off flew the axe through the air like a boomerang, and
+sliced off the king&rsquo;s head, and brought it back to its master.
+The people inside the city began to cheer with <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb25" href="#pb25" name="pb25">25</a>]</span>joy,
+when they saw the king with his head off. And when the axe came back,
+the young man beat upon the other side of his drum; and lo and behold!
+the earth began to tremble, it seemed full of holes, and from every
+hole sprouted a warrior fully armed. Surrounded by his army, he marched
+into the city, where he became king, and lived happily ever after. And
+I hope that we may be half as happy as he was.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e656width"><img src="images/p025.gif" alt=
+"Man carrying axe, drum, bowl, and diamond through door opening."
+width="200" height="262"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb26" href="#pb26" name=
+"pb26">26</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch5" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p026.gif" alt=
+"The Wise Parrot and the Foolish Parrot" width="440" height=
+"509"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Wise Parrot and the Foolish Parrot</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a man who had two pet
+parrots that could talk very nicely; indeed they had more sense than
+most people have, and when their master was alone he used to spend the
+evening chattering with them. They cracked jokes like any Christian,
+and told the funniest tales.</p>
+<p>But this man had a thievish maid-servant. He had to lock everything
+up, and even as it was, never turned his back but she was filching and
+pilfering. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb27" href="#pb27" name=
+"pb27">27</a>]</span></p>
+<p>One day the man had to go away on a journey. Before he went he took
+out the two parrots, and perched one on each fist, and says he to them,
+&ldquo;Now, Beaky and Tweaky, I want you to watch the maid while I am
+gone; and if she steals anything, you are to tell me when I come home
+again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>They blinked at him, their eyelids coming up over their eyes from
+underneath, as you must have noticed in parrots; looking very solemn as
+they did so. Then Beaky said,</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;If she do it</p>
+<p class="line">She shall rue it!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">But Tweaky said nothing at all; only winked again more
+solemnly than ever.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good Beaky!&rdquo; said the man, &ldquo;naughty
+Tweaky!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then he went away.</p>
+<p>As soon as he was out of sight, the maid began her games. She picked
+the locks of his cupboards and ate the sugar, she ate the biscuits, she
+drank the wine. Beaky hopped into the room, stood on one leg, and
+shrieked,</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Naughty maid!</p>
+<p class="line">Aren&rsquo;t you afraid?</p>
+<p class="line">Master shall know,</p>
+<p class="line">And you shall go!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The maid jumped as if she had been shot, and looked
+round. She thought somebody had caught her unawares; but when she saw
+it was Beaky she put on a sweet smile, and held out a lump of sugar,
+saying in a coaxing voice, &ldquo;Pretty Poll! pretty Beaky! I
+won&rsquo;t do it again! Come, then, and have a nice lump of
+sugar.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>This temptation was too strong for poor Beaky. He <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb28" href="#pb28" name="pb28">28</a>]</span>wanted
+very much to do his duty, but he wanted the lump of sugar more. So he
+put his head on one side and, looking very wise, sidled up to the maid.
+This was very wrong of Beaky, because he knew the sugar was stolen; and
+in another minute he was sorry; for as soon as he came within reach and
+pecked at the sugar, the maid caught him by the neck with the other
+hand. Then her smile changed, and she sneered,</p>
+<p>&ldquo;So Beaky is going to tell, is he? Tell-tale tit! I&rsquo;ll
+teach Beaky to tell tales!&rdquo; As she said each word, she plucked
+out a feather from poor Beaky&rsquo;s head. Beaky shrieked and Beaky
+struggled, but all in vain; she did not let him go till he was bald as
+a bullet.</p>
+<p>Tweaky saw all this, but said nothing, only winked and blinked, and
+looked more solemn than ever. The maid looked at him, but thought she,
+&ldquo;That bird is too stupid to tell, and he isn&rsquo;t worth the
+trouble of plucking.&rdquo; So she left him alone.</p>
+<p>By-and-by the master came in. The maid went up to him in a great
+bustle, and said she had found Beaky stealing sugar, and she had
+plucked him as a punishment.</p>
+<p>When the evening came, the master sat in his room with Beaky and
+Tweaky. Poor Beaky felt ashamed of himself, and had nothing to say; he
+sat on his perch the picture of misery, with his tail drooping, and his
+ridiculous bald head. Tweaky said nothing at all.</p>
+<p>Now it happened that the master had a bald head too, and when he
+took off his skull-cap, which he generally wore to keep his head warm,
+Tweaky noticed it.</p>
+<p>He laughed loud and shrieked out, &ldquo;Oh-oh-oh! Where&rsquo;s
+your feathers, Tell-tale tit? Where&rsquo;s your feathers, Tell-tale
+tit?&rdquo; <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb29" href="#pb29" name=
+"pb29">29</a>]</span></p>
+<p>Tweaky was only a parrot, you see, and was not always quite correct
+in his grammar, as you are.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo; asked the master.</p>
+<p>But for a long time Tweaky would say nothing but the same words over
+and over again, &ldquo;Where&rsquo;s your feathers, Tell-tale
+tit?&rdquo; However, <span class="corr" id="xd20e721" title=
+"Source: by-and-bye">by-and-by</span> they heard the maid going to bed,
+tramp, tramp, tramp. Then Tweaky grew a little braver; and next time
+the master asked him what he meant, he replied:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Every parrot has two eyes,</p>
+<p class="line">Both the foolish and the wise;</p>
+<p class="line">But the wise can shut them tight</p>
+<p class="line">When &rsquo;tis best to have no sight.</p>
+<p class="line">Wisdom has the best of it:</p>
+<p class="line">Where&rsquo;s your feathers, Tell-tale tit?&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">Then the master understood what had happened, for he
+was a very clever man; and without any delay he ran upstairs two steps
+at a time, and woke the maid, and made her dress herself, and turned
+her out of the house then and there. I wonder why he did not do it
+before, but that is no business of mine.</p>
+<p>After that, poor Beaky never had the heart to talk again; but
+Tweaky, whenever he saw a bald-headed man, or a woman with a high
+forehead, shrieked out at the top of his voice&mdash;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ha! ha! ha! Where&rsquo;s your feathers, Tell-tale
+tit?&rdquo;</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e745width"><img src="images/p029.gif" alt=
+"Stealing maid attacking parrot." width="437" height="151"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb30" href="#pb30" name=
+"pb30">30</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch6" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Dishonest Friend</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">There was once a man who went on a journey, and he
+asked a friend to take charge of his plough till he should return. The
+friend promised to take great care of it. But no sooner was the man
+gone than he sold the plough and put the price in his own pocket. Was
+not that a mean trick to serve a friend?</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e756width"><img src="images/p030.gif" alt=
+"Old man with umbrella holding hands with boy." width="191" height=
+"323"></div>
+<p>The man came back, and asked his friend for the plough.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, I am so sorry,&rdquo; the friend replied; &ldquo;my house
+is infested with rats, and one night a very big rat came and ate it
+up.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Ah well,&rdquo; said the man, &ldquo;what can&rsquo;t be
+cured must be endured! It must have been a very big rat,
+though.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It was,&rdquo; said the other, &ldquo;very big.&rdquo;
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb31" href="#pb31" name=
+"pb31">31</a>]</span></p>
+<p>You must not suppose this man was quite such a fool as he seemed.
+You will soon see why he did not make a fuss about his plough.</p>
+<p>Next day he took his friend&rsquo;s son out for a walk. When they
+had gone some distance he took the boy to another friend&rsquo;s house,
+and told this friend to keep the boy safe, but not to let him go out of
+the house till he returned.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e774width"><img src="images/p031.gif" alt=
+"Two old men, one carrying boy under arm." width="413" height=
+"293"></div>
+<p>Then he ran back to the boy&rsquo;s father.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Where is my boy?&rdquo; asked the father.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Your boy? Oh, I remember&mdash;a hawk swooped down and
+carried him off.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, you liar! oh, you murderer!&rdquo; said the friend.
+&ldquo;Come before the judge, and then we shall see.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;As you please,&rdquo; said the man. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb32" href="#pb32" name="pb32">32</a>]</span></p>
+<p>So they went to the court.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is your complaint?&rdquo; asked the judge.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;My lord, this man took my son out for a walk with him, and
+came back alone, and now he says a hawk carried him off. He must have
+murdered the boy! Justice, my lord, justice!&rdquo;</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e797width"><img src="images/p032.gif" alt=
+"Hawk carrying boy." width="273" height="310"></div>
+<p>&ldquo;What is this?&rdquo; asked the judge sternly. &ldquo;Come, my
+man, tell the truth.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is the truth, my lord,&rdquo; said the man; &ldquo;he came
+with me for a walk, and was carried away by a hawk.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Nonsense!&rdquo; said the judge. &ldquo;Who ever heard of a
+hawk carrying off a boy?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;And who ever heard, my lord, of a rat eating a plough?&rdquo;
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb33" href="#pb33" name=
+"pb33">33</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;What do you mean?&rdquo; asked the judge.</p>
+<p>The man told his story. Then the judge saw that the man who
+complained had cheated his friend, and understood what was the reason
+of this little trick. So he said to the man whose son was lost:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If you find the plough that was entrusted to you, perhaps
+your son may be found too.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man was much annoyed at being found out, but, willy nilly, he
+had to give the plough back. Then his son was brought back safe to him
+again. And he began to see that honesty is the best policy.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb34" href="#pb34" name=
+"pb34">34</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch7" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p034.gif" alt=
+"The Mouse and the Farmer" width="431" height="166"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Mouse and the Farmer</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a Mouse, who made his hole
+in a place where there were thousands and thousands of golden
+sovereigns buried in the ground. Now there was a Farmer who owned the
+land where this treasure was buried; but he did not know about it, or
+else of course he would have dug it up. He often noticed the little
+Mouse sitting with his head peeping out of the hole, but as he was a
+very kind Farmer, he never hurt the Mouse; and now and then when he was
+having his own dinner, he would throw the Mouse a bit of cheese.</p>
+<p>The Mouse was very grateful to the Farmer, and wondered what he
+could do to show it. At last he thought of the treasure; for this Mouse
+was sensible enough to know that Farmers are very pleased to get a
+golden sovereign now and again. So one day, as the Farmer went by the
+hole, Mousie ran out with a golden sovereign in his mouth, and dropped
+it at the Farmer&rsquo;s feet. You can imagine how glad the Farmer was
+to see a golden <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb35" href="#pb35" name=
+"pb35">35</a>]</span>sovereign. Indeed, it was the first one he had
+seen since the Corn Laws were abolished. So he thanked the Mouse, and
+went down to the village, and bought him a beautiful piece of meat.
+After this the Mouse every day brought the Farmer a golden sovereign,
+and every day the Farmer gave him a big chunk of meat. Thus in a few
+weeks Mousie grew quite fat.</p>
+<p>But the Farmer had a big black cat that used to prowl about watching
+for mice. It used never to notice the Farmer&rsquo;s own favourite
+Mouse while the Mouse was thin; but when he grew sleek and fat and
+shiny, Grimalkin (which was the Cat&rsquo;s name) lay in wait for him
+one day and pounced upon him. Poor little Mousie was terrified.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Please don&rsquo;t kill me, Mr. Grimalkin!&rdquo; said
+Mousie.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why not? I&rsquo;m hungry and you are fat!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;But, sir, if you eat me now, you&rsquo;ll be hungry
+to-morrow, won&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Of course I shall!&rdquo; said Grimalkin.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said Mousie, who had suddenly thought of a plan;
+&ldquo;if you will only let me go, I&rsquo;ll bring you a beautiful
+juicy piece of meat every day!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>This was a tempting offer for Grimalkin, who was a lazy Cat, and
+liked sitting by the fire, and licking himself all over, better than
+hunting for mice.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;only if you leave out one
+day, you&rsquo;re a dead mouse!&rdquo; Then, with a frightful spit,
+bristling up all his whiskers and eyebrows, Grimalkin ran away.</p>
+<p>So next day, when the Farmer gave Mousie his dinner, Mousie carried
+it off to the black Cat, and the black Cat spat and swore and ate it
+up, and away ran Mousie <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb36" href=
+"#pb36" name="pb36">36</a>]</span>trembling. But by degrees Mousie grew
+thinner and thinner, because Grimalkin always had his dinner; and soon
+he was nothing but skin and bone. Then the Farmer noticed how thin his
+Mouse had become, so one day he asked the Mouse whether he was ill.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Mousie, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not ill.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is the matter, then?&rdquo; asked the Farmer.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I never get any dinner now,&rdquo; said Mousie, with tears
+running down over his nose, &ldquo;because Grimalkin eats it
+all!&rdquo; Then he told the Farmer about the bargain he had made with
+Grimalkin.</p>
+<p>Now the Farmer had a beautiful piece of glass, with a hole in the
+middle. I think it was an inkstand, but I am not sure. So he took this
+piece of glass and put Mousie inside it, and turned it upside down upon
+the ground in front of Mousie&rsquo;s hole. &ldquo;Now,&rdquo; said he,
+&ldquo;next time Grimalkin comes for your dinner, tell him you have
+none for him, and see what will happen.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So next day up comes Grimalkin for his dinner, spitting and looking
+very fierce.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Meat! meat!&rdquo; says he to the Mouse.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Get off, vile thief!&rdquo; says Mousie, &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve no
+meat for the likes of you!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>At this Grimalkin could hardly believe his ears. He was in a rage, I
+can tell you; and, without stopping to think, pounced upon Mousie, and
+swallowed him, inkstand and all. You see, as it was all glass,
+Grimalkin did not know that there was any inkstand there, because he
+saw the Mouse through it.</p>
+<p>Now cats can digest a good deal, but they can&rsquo;t digest a glass
+inkstand. So Grimalkin, when he had swallowed <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb37" href="#pb37" name="pb37">37</a>]</span>the
+Mouse and the inkstand, felt a pain inside; and this got worse and
+worse, until at last he died. And then Mousie crept out of the
+inkstand, and crawled up through Grimalkin&rsquo;s throat, and went
+back to his hole again. And there he lived all his life in happiness,
+every day bringing a golden sovereign to the Farmer, who gave him every
+day a beautiful dinner of meat.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e871width"><img src="images/p037.gif" alt=
+"Mouse." width="192" height="94"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb38" href="#pb38" name=
+"pb38">38</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch8" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p038.gif" alt=
+"The Talkative Tortoise" width="198" height="678"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Talkative Tortoise</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a Tortoise that lived in a
+pond. He was a most worthy Tortoise, but he had one fault, he would
+talk in season and out of season; all day long it was chatter, chatter,
+chatter in that pond, until the fish said that they would rather live
+on dry land than put up with it any longer.</p>
+<p>But the Tortoise had two friends, a pair of young Geese, who used to
+fly about near the pond in search of food. And when they heard that
+things were getting hot for the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb39"
+href="#pb39" name="pb39">39</a>]</span>Tortoise in that pond, because
+he talked so much, they flew up to him and cried eagerly:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, Tortoise! do come along with us! We have such a beautiful
+home away in the mountains, where you may talk all day long, and nobody
+shall worry you there!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;All very well,&rdquo; grumbled the Tortoise, &ldquo;but how
+am I to get there? I can&rsquo;t fly!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, we&rsquo;ll carry you, if you can only keep your mouth
+shut for a little while.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Yes, I can do that,&rdquo; says he, &ldquo;when I like. Let
+us be off.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So the Geese picked up a stout stick, and one Goose took one end in
+her bill and the other Goose took the other end, and then they told the
+Tortoise to get hold in the middle; &ldquo;only be careful,&rdquo; said
+they, &ldquo;not to talk.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Tortoise set his teeth fast on the stick, and held on like grim
+death, while the Geese, flapping their strong wings, rose in the air
+and flew towards their home.</p>
+<p>All went well for a time. But it so happened that some boys were
+looking up in the air, and were highly amused by what they saw.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Look there!&rdquo; cried one to the rest, &ldquo;two Geese
+carrying a Tortoise on a stick!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Tortoise on hearing this was so angry that he forgot all about
+his danger, and opened his mouth to cry out: &ldquo;What&rsquo;s that
+to you? Mind your own business!&rdquo; But <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb40" href="#pb40" name="pb40">40</a>]</span>he got
+no farther than the first word; for when his mouth opened he loosed the
+stick, down he dropped, and fell with a crash on the stones.</p>
+<p>The talkative Tortoise lay dead, with his shell cracked in two.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e909width"><img src="images/p040.gif" alt=
+"Old man carrying bag with dead Tortoise." width="278" height=
+"347"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb41" href="#pb41" name=
+"pb41">41</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch9" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p041.gif" alt=
+"The Monkeys and the Gardener" width="449" height="565"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Monkeys and the Gardener</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a beautiful park, full of
+all manner of trees and shrubs, with beds of flowers set here and
+there, and no end of fruit-trees. A gardener used to take care of this
+park; pruning the trees when they made too much wood, and digging the
+ground, and watering the flowers in dry weather.</p>
+<p>It happened that there was a fair to be held away in the city, and
+the gardener very much wanted to go. But who would take care of the
+park and garden? If his <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb42" href=
+"#pb42" name="pb42">42</a>]</span>master came in and found all the
+flowers drooping or dead, what would he say then! It would never
+do.</p>
+<p>Meditating thus, and in doubt, he looked up into the branches of the
+trees, and a bright thought struck him. I must tell you that in this
+park there were not only herds of deer, and plenty of rabbits and other
+creatures that usually live in parks, but there were troops of monkeys
+in the trees, who climbed and chattered and cracked nuts all day long,
+with no lessons to do. And when the gardener cast up his eyes to the
+trees, he saw some monkeys that he knew very well indeed. Many a time
+he had been kind to them; and now he thought they should do the like by
+him, as one good turn deserves another.</p>
+<p>So the gardener called out, &ldquo;Monkeys, I want you!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Down they all clambered, and in a very short time they were sitting
+beside him on the grass.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Monkeys,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;I have been a good friend to
+you, letting you eat my nuts and apples. And now I want to take a
+holiday. Will you water my garden while I am away?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh yes, yes, yes!&rdquo; cried the Monkeys. They thought it a
+great joke, and leaped for joy.</p>
+<p>So the gardener handed over his watering-pots to the monkeys, and
+put on his Sunday clothes, and went away to the fair.</p>
+<p>Meanwhile,the Monkeys held a solemn council, sitting in a ring round
+the Monkey chief.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Brothers,&rdquo; said the Monkey chief, &ldquo;our good
+friend, the gardener has given us charge of this garden and all there
+is in it. We must take care not to hurt anything, <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb43" href="#pb43" name="pb43">43</a>]</span>and,
+above all, not to waste the water. There is very little water, and I
+really don&rsquo;t think it will go round.&rdquo;</p>
+<div class="figure floatRight xd20e943width"><img src=
+"images/p043-1.gif" alt="Monkey measuring roots of plant." width="191"
+height="240"></div>
+<p>It was in fact a well, very small at the top, but very deep, and at
+the bottom the water was always running. You might have watered till
+doomsday out of that well; but monkeys, though they are cunning, are
+not wise, and these monkeys thought that a little round hole could not
+hold very much water.</p>
+<div class="figure floatLeft xd20e950width"><img src=
+"images/p043-2.jpg" alt="Desperate gardener." width="209" height=
+"336"></div>
+<p>&ldquo;So you see,&rdquo; the Monkey chief went on, &ldquo;you must
+give each plant just enough water, and no more; and I think the best
+way will be, to see how long the roots are.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So each Monkey took a watering-pot, and they scattered all over the
+garden. Every bush and every plant they carefully pulled up, and
+measured its roots; and then they gave a great deal of water to plants
+with long roots, and only a little when the roots were short. After
+that <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb44" href="#pb44" name=
+"pb44">44</a>]</span>they put the plants and bushes back in the holes
+they came from.</p>
+<p>After a day or two, back came the gardener from his fair. But what
+was his horror to see that nearly all the plants in the garden were
+drooping, some of them dead and many dying, while the Monkeys were busy
+in every direction pulling up the rest.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh dear, oh dear, what in the world are you doing? My garden
+is ruined, my garden is ruined!&rdquo; The poor gardener wept for
+sorrow.</p>
+<p>The Chief Monkey was very much surprised. He thought he had been
+very clever to put water according to the size of the roots, and he
+said so.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Clever!&rdquo; said the gardener. &ldquo;Clever indeed! Fools
+you are, there is no mistake about it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Fools they may be,&rdquo; said his master, who had come up
+behind him without being seen, &ldquo;but, after all, that is their
+nature. You ought to have known better than to put monkeys in charge of
+a garden, and you are a greater fool than they.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then he sent that gardener away and got another.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e974width"><img src="images/p044.gif" alt=
+"Monkey in watering can." width="256" height="199"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb45" href="#pb45" name=
+"pb45">45</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch10" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p045.gif" alt=
+"The Goblin and the Sneeze" width="359" height="381"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Goblin and the Sneeze</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a very powerful Goblin, who
+haunted a little house just outside the gates of a city. Nobody else
+lived in this house. There was a big black beam that ran across from
+one side to the other, up in the roof; and there this Goblin perched.
+For twelve years he had served the King of the Goblins faithfully, and
+as a reward he was now permitted to gobble up any man who sneezed
+inside that house; and, indeed, that is why these creatures are called
+Goblins. But if, when a man sneezed, some one else said, &ldquo;God
+bless you!&rdquo; as people <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb46" href=
+"#pb46" name="pb46">46</a>]</span>do say, or &ldquo;May you live a
+hundred years!&rdquo; then the man who said it was free; and if the
+other answered, &ldquo;The same to you!&rdquo; he was free too.
+Everybody but these the Goblin might gobble up for a single sneeze.</p>
+<div class="figure floatLeft xd20e987width"><img src="images/p046.gif"
+alt="Old man." width="141" height="347"></div>
+<p>Now it fell out that one day a father and son were travelling along
+the road, and they came to the city gates just as the sun went down. I
+must tell you that in those days the people used to shut the city gates
+fast at sunset, and nothing would make them open again till the
+morning&mdash;they were horribly afraid of robbers or wild soldiers,
+who might come and damage them in the night. So when these two
+wayfarers came up to the gates, and wanted to go in, the porter said
+no.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now, do we look like robbers?&rdquo; asked the father.
+Certainly they did not, dusty and grimy with their trudge, and a bag of
+tools over the shoulder.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Robbers or no robbers, orders are orders,&rdquo; said the
+porter, &ldquo;and this gate doesn&rsquo;t open for the King
+himself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, what are we to do?&rdquo; The poor fellow was in
+despair.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, there&rsquo;s an empty house outside; there it is among
+the trees. It is haunted, they say; but I daresay the Goblin
+won&rsquo;t hurt you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Goblin!&mdash;well, we must take our chance, I
+suppose.&rdquo; Indeed, there was nothing for it; so to the house they
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb47" href="#pb47" name=
+"pb47">47</a>]</span>went. They rested, and cooked a meal for
+themselves on a fire of sticks, and then prepared to go to sleep.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1006width"><img src="images/p047.gif" alt=
+"Goblin." width="232" height="287"></div>
+<p>The Goblin, however, was not going to let them off so easily; he
+wanted his dinner too. After waiting a long time, with never a sneeze
+from one or the other, he raised a cloud of fine dust; that was rather
+mean of him, but still he was very hungry, and did not stick at
+trifles. Sure enough, the father nearly sneezed his head off.</p>
+<p>The Goblin chuckled, and made ready to pounce from his perch and
+devour the pair of them. But the son happened to see him, and, being a
+sharp lad, he guessed the truth. &ldquo;God bless you, father!&rdquo;
+says he; &ldquo;may you live a hundred years!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>How the Goblin gnashed his teeth! However, if his <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb48" href="#pb48" name="pb48">48</a>]</span>pudding
+was lost, his meat was left; so he stretched out a great claw to clutch
+the father and tear him to pieces.</p>
+<p>Just then the father cried, &ldquo;Thank you, my son, and the same
+to you!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He was only just in time; the claw was within an inch of his throat;
+but the Goblin, baffled, flew up to his perch again, and sat mouthing
+and mumbling there.</p>
+<p>Then the son began to talk to this Goblin, and showed him the error
+of his ways, and how cruel he was to eat men; and the end of it was, he
+persuaded the Goblin to become a vegetarian, and to follow him about,
+and be his errand-boy. You will think this was a very soft-hearted
+Goblin. Perhaps no one had ever spoken kindly to him before; anyhow,
+whatever the reason was, he went out with the two travellers, as tame
+as a tabby cat; and for all I know, they may be travelling together to
+this very day. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb49" href="#pb49" name=
+"pb49">49</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch11" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Grateful Beasts and the Ungrateful Prince</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a King, and he had a son.
+And this son was so cruel and disagreeable, that he took a delight in
+hurting people, and never spoke to anybody without an oath or a blow.
+He was a thorn in the flesh to everybody he came across; he was like
+grit in the porridge, like a fly in the eye, like a stone in the shoon.
+And they called him the Wicked Prince.</p>
+<p>One day the Wicked Prince went down to the river to bathe, along
+with a number of servants. By-and-by a great storm came on, and the
+clouds were so thick that it became pitch-dark. However, this Prince
+was obstinate, and would not give up his bathe; and as he was too lazy
+even to bathe himself, he swore at his servants, and said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You lazy beasts! Bathe me, and look sharp about it, or
+I&rsquo;ll tickle you with a cat-o&rsquo;-nine-tails!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Now the servants had had enough of this young bully; and thought
+they, &ldquo;What if we pitch him into the river, where the current is
+strong, and just leave him there! <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb50"
+href="#pb50" name="pb50">50</a>]</span>We can easily pretend he was
+carried away where we could not reach him; and if the King finds us
+out, and puts us to death&mdash;anyhow, death is better than his
+eternal bullying.&rdquo; So they pitched him head over heels into the
+water, though he screamed and struggled, and then they went home and
+told the King that he had gone in to bathe, and a flood carried him
+away. I daresay it was wicked of them to tell such a lie, but it was
+more the Prince&rsquo;s fault than theirs.</p>
+<p>Meanwhile the Prince had got hold of a tree that had been torn up by
+the roots, and climbing upon it, went floating down the river.</p>
+<p>Now on the banks of this river lived a Snake. This Snake had once
+been a very rich man, and he had buried a vast treasure on the river
+bank; and he loved his riches more than he loved his own soul, so when
+he died, he was born again as a Snake, and had to live for ever close
+to his buried hoard. And a Rat that lived close by had also been a man
+once, and buried his money as the Snake had done, instead of using it
+in doing good; so he was born as a Rat, and made a hole where his money
+lay. These two creatures were caught by the flood, and it so happened
+that they saw the tree where the Wicked Prince was, and swimming to it,
+each got on one end, while the Prince was in the middle. And a young
+Parrot flying through the air, was beaten down by the rain; for in that
+country the drops of rain are as big as pigeons&rsquo; eggs, and no
+birds can fly through it. Then it so happened that this Parrot dropped
+down upon the same tree where the Snake was, and the Rat, and the
+Wicked Prince; and so there were four of them on the tree, floating
+down the river. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb51" href="#pb51" name=
+"pb51">51</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1045width"><img src="images/p051.jpg" alt=
+"Prince floating in river, watched by servants." width="468" height=
+"684"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb52" href="#pb52" name=
+"pb52">52</a>]</span></p>
+<p>As the tree came near to a bend in the river, it was washed close to
+the bank. And on the bank a man was sitting. He did not mind the rain a
+bit, because he was a Hermit, who thought the world so wicked that he
+left it and went to live in the jungle all by himself. He built himself
+a little hut by the riverside, and, wet or fine, he cared not a jot.
+This man saw the tree, and managed to catch hold of it and pull it
+ashore. Then he got the four creatures off it, and took them into his
+hut, and dried them and warmed them by the fire. But he began with the
+Parrot, because she looked the most miserable of them all; and then he
+dried the Rat; and next the Snake; and only attended to the man when he
+had comforted the other three. This made the Wicked Prince very angry.
+If he abused even those who made much of him, you may imagine how he
+cursed and swore in his heart at this man who left him to the last! But
+he said nothing, because he was afraid that if he did the man might
+turn him out in the storm again.</p>
+<p>In a day or two the rain stopped, and the flood went down; and the
+creatures were all right again as they took their leave of the Hermit.
+The Snake thanked him for his kindness and said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You have saved my life, good Hermit! What can I do for you?
+You seem to be a poor man; I am rich, and if you ever want money just
+come to my hole and call &lsquo;Snake,&rsquo; and you shall have all my
+treasure. Good-bye!&rdquo; The Rat said the same.</p>
+<p>The Parrot was very sorry to think that she had no money, so she
+said: &ldquo;Silver and gold have I none; but if you ever are hungry,
+and want some rice, come to my tree <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb53"
+href="#pb53" name="pb53">53</a>]</span>and call &lsquo;Parrot,&rsquo;
+and I&rsquo;ll get you as much rice as ever you like.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>But the Wicked Prince hated this kind Hermit, because he had been
+left to the last. However, he pretended to be grateful, and said to the
+Hermit: &ldquo;I hope you will pay me a visit soon. I am a Prince, and
+I shall be glad of a chance to repay you for all you have done for
+me.&rdquo; Then he went away, chuckling to think how he would torment
+the poor Hermit, if ever he got him into his power.</p>
+<p>This Hermit had all his wits about him, and he knew that people
+often promise what they never mean to do; so after a while he thought
+he would put them all to the test. So first he took his stick, and
+journeyed to the city where the Wicked Prince lived. The Prince, who
+was King himself now, saw him coming, and thought to himself:
+&ldquo;Aha! here&rsquo;s that rascal that left me to the last. Wants me
+to pay him for it, I suppose! Well, I&rsquo;ll pay him! I&rsquo;ll pay
+him out!&rdquo; So he called to his men: &ldquo;Hi there, brutes! do
+you see that fellow? He tried to rob me the other day&mdash;just catch
+him and give him a flogging, and then stick a stake through his body,
+and leave him to die!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then the servants caught the Hermit, and flogged him well. But the
+Hermit did not cry out or grumble, only kept on saying to himself
+quietly: &ldquo;The proverb&rsquo;s true, the proverb&rsquo;s
+true!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What proverb do you mean?&rdquo; they asked him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s unlucky to save a drowning man,&rdquo; said the
+Hermit.</p>
+<p>Then he told them the whole story, and very angry they were when
+they heard it. They stopped beating the <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb54" href="#pb54" name="pb54">54</a>]</span>Hermit at once, and
+seizing the Wicked King, they beat him instead, and stuck a stake
+through his body, and left him to die.</p>
+<p>Then they made the Hermit King instead of the Wicked Prince. And the
+Hermit took them a walk into the country, and when they came to the
+Snake&rsquo;s hole he called out &ldquo;Snake!&rdquo; Out came the
+Snake, and curled up against his feet, and showed him the hole where
+his treasure was; and the Hermit gave it all to his servants. And then
+they went to the Rat&rsquo;s hole, and he called out &ldquo;Rat!&rdquo;
+And the Rat ran up, and rubbed his nose against the King&rsquo;s hand,
+and gave him all his treasure, which the King gave to his servants as
+well as the other. And last of all they went to the Parrot&rsquo;s
+tree, and called &ldquo;Parrot!&rdquo; And the Parrot flew up and gave
+a call, and instantly all the air was black with Parrots. And all the
+Parrots carried a grain of rice in their beaks, and dropped it on the
+ground; and there was such a heap of rice, that it was enough to feed
+all the people for the rest of their lives.</p>
+<p>So the grateful beasts kept their promise, and the ungrateful Prince
+was killed, and the Hermit ruled over his people kindly, and they all
+lived happily until they died. And when they died they all went to
+heaven; and the Snake and the Rat and the Parrot went there too,
+because they had at last overcome their love of money, and given it
+away to show how grateful they were to the Hermit for being kind to
+them. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb55" href="#pb55" name=
+"pb55">55</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch12" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p056.gif" alt=
+"The Goblin in the Pool" width="463" height="310"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Goblin in the Pool</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Animals in the forest have no bottles and glasses to
+drink out of, so if they are thirsty they have to go down to a pool.
+Now in a certain great forest there was a pool, in which lived a
+horrible Goblin. He was big and black, like an immense monkey, with an
+immense mouth, and four rows of sharp teeth; but he could not come out
+of the water, because he had no nose, but only gills like a fish. So if
+any animal came down into the water to get a drink, he pounced upon him
+at once and gobbled him up; but he could not touch the animals while
+they remained on the bank. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb56" href=
+"#pb56" name="pb56">56</a>]</span></p>
+<p>One year there was a great drought, and the sun was so hot that it
+dried up all the water in that forest for many miles round, except the
+pool where this Goblin was; but this pool was very deep and cool, under
+the trees, and therefore it was not dried up. There was a herd of
+monkeys who had been wandering about for a long time in search of
+water, but found none, until they came to this pool. But the King of
+the Monkeys was very clever, and he noticed that there were a great
+many footprints going down to the water, and none coming away. So he
+warned his Monkeys not to go near that pool. However, one of them was
+very thirsty, and ran down into the water; but as soon as he got into
+the water, and was having a delicious drink&mdash;suddenly he
+disappeared! There were some bubbles, and no more was seen of the
+Monkey. The other Monkeys watched for a long time, wondering what had
+become of their friend; and then another, who was so thirsty that he
+could not help it, stepped quietly into the water and began to drink.
+In an instant he gave a shriek and threw up his hands, and the others
+saw him dragged down below the water! A few bubbles came up to the top
+and burst, but the poor Monkey was gone.</p>
+<p>What were they to do? They were dying of thirst, and yet they were
+afraid to drink; the banks were high, and they could not reach the
+water from the top. So they all sat round the banks, looking at the
+water, very unhappy.</p>
+<p>By-and-by a man came down to the side of the pool. He wanted a drink
+of water, but he had no glass. So he looked round, and then he saw the
+Monkeys sitting on the bank, very unhappy. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb57" href="#pb57" name="pb57">57</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s the matter?&rdquo; said he.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Don&rsquo;t go into that pool!&rdquo; said the King of the
+Monkeys. &ldquo;If you do, you will be drowned, like our two poor
+friends!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then they told him how their friends had gone into the water to
+drink, and how they had both been pulled underneath and drowned, none
+of them could tell how.</p>
+<p>The man understood at once that it was a Goblin. So he pulled up a
+long reed that was growing on the bank of the pool and cut off the
+ends, and then he put down one end of it into the water and sucked at
+the other end, and the water came up from the pool into his mouth. At
+this the Monkeys were delighted, and they all pulled up reeds from the
+bank (for you know a monkey always imitates what he sees men do), and
+sucked up the water through them, and so quenched their thirst without
+going into the pool. And the Goblin, finding that no more food was to
+be got, died of starvation; and a good thing too.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1103width"><img src="images/p058.gif" alt=
+"Monkey legs and tail sticking out of the water." width="197" height=
+"174"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb59" href="#pb59" name=
+"pb59">59</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch13" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p059.gif" alt=
+"The Foolish Farmer and the King" width="469" height="210"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Foolish Farmer and the King</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once there was a foolish Farmer, who had a son at
+court, serving the King. This Farmer was a very poor man, and all he
+had to plough his fields with was one pair of oxen. Two oxen was all he
+had, and one of them died.</p>
+<p>The poor Farmer was in despair. One ox was not enough to draw the
+plough over the heavy land; and he had no money to buy another. So he
+sent a message to his son, that he was wanted at home.</p>
+<p>When the son came, his father told him that one of his oxen was
+dead, and he had no money to buy another. So he begged his son to ask
+the King to give him an ox.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, no,&rdquo; said his son, &ldquo;I am always asking the
+King for something. If you want an ox, you must ask him
+yourself.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I can&rsquo;t do it!&rdquo; said the poor Farmer. &ldquo;You
+know <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb60" href="#pb60" name=
+"pb60">60</a>]</span>what a muddle-head I am. If I go to ask the King
+for another ox, I shall end by giving him this one!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, what must be, must be,&rdquo; said his son.
+&ldquo;Anyhow, I cannot ask the King: but I&rsquo;ll train you to do
+it.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So he led his father to a place which was dotted all over with
+clumps of grass. The young courtier tied up a number of bundles of this
+grass, and arranged them in rows. &ldquo;Now, look here, father,&rdquo;
+said he, &ldquo;this is the King, that is the Prime Minister, that is
+the General, here are the other grandees,&rdquo; pointing to each
+bundle as he said the name. &ldquo;When you come into the King&rsquo;s
+presence, you must begin by saying: &lsquo;Long live the King!&rsquo;
+and then ask your boon.&rdquo; To help him to remember, the son made up
+a little verse for his father to say, and this is the verse:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work
+was done.</p>
+<p class="line">Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please give me another
+one!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">&ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said the Farmer, &ldquo;I think I
+can say that.&rdquo; And he repeated it over and over, bowing and
+scraping to the bunch of grass that he called the King.</p>
+<p>Every day for a whole year the Farmer practised; and how the
+ploughing got on meanwhile I do not know. Perhaps he lived on the
+seed-corn, and did not plough at all.</p>
+<p>At the end of the year he said to his son:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now I know that little verse of yours! Now I can say it
+before any man! Take me to the King!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So together father and son trudged away to the King&rsquo;s palace.
+There on a throne he sat, in gorgeous robes, with his courtiers all
+around him, the Prime Minister, the <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb61"
+href="#pb61" name="pb61">61</a>]</span>General, and all, just as the
+young man had told his father. But the poor Farmer! his head was
+beginning to swim already.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who is this?&rdquo; said the King to the Farmer&rsquo;s son,
+who, as you know, was a courtier, so the King knew him.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;It is my father, Sire,&rdquo; he answered.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What does he want?&rdquo; the King asked.</p>
+<p>All eyes were turned on the Farmer, who by this time was as red as a
+turkey-cock, and hardly knew whether he stood on head or heels.
+However, he plucked up courage, and out came the verse, as pat as a
+pancake:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work
+was done.</p>
+<p class="line">Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please take the other
+one!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The King couldn&rsquo;t help laughing; and he saw
+there must be a mistake somewhere. &ldquo;Plenty of oxen at home,
+eh!&rdquo; said he, keeping up the joke.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;If so, Sire,&rdquo; said the Farmer&rsquo;s son with a bow,
+&ldquo;you must have given them.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The King thought that rather neat. &ldquo;If I have not given you
+any so far,&rdquo; said he, smiling, &ldquo;I will do it
+now.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>And when the pair got home, the Farmer in despair at his blunder, lo
+and behold in his cowhouse were half a dozen of the finest oxen he had
+ever seen! So the poor old Farmer got his oxen, though he did make a
+muddle of the verse. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb62" href="#pb62"
+name="pb62">62</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch14" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Pious Wolf</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once there was a flood, and there was a large rock
+with a Wolf sleeping on the top. The water came pouring around the
+rock, and when the Wolf awoke he found himself imprisoned, with no way
+of getting off, and nothing to eat.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;H&rsquo;m!&rdquo; said he to himself, &ldquo;here I am,
+caught fast sure enough, and here I shall have to stay yet awhile.
+Nothing to eat, either! Well,&rdquo; he thought, after a pause,
+&ldquo;it is Friday to-day, when people say you ought to fast. Suppose
+I keep a holy fast to-day? A capital idea!&rdquo; So he crossed his
+paws, and pretended to pray, and thought himself very good and pious to
+be fasting.</p>
+<p>A fairy saw this, and heard what he said; and she thought she would
+just see how much was real and how much was sham. So she changed
+herself into the shape of a pretty little Kid, and jumped down out of
+the air on to the rock.</p>
+<p>The Wolf opened an eye to see what the noise could be, and there was
+a tender little Kid, standing on the rock. He forgot his prayers in a
+minute. &ldquo;Aha!&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;A Kid! I can keep my Friday
+fast to-morrow. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb63" href="#pb63" name=
+"pb63">63</a>]</span>Now for the Kid!&rdquo; He smacked his lips, and
+jumped at the Kid.</p>
+<p>But the Kid jumped away, and, try as he would, he could not come
+near it. You know it was the fairy, and the fairy did not let herself
+be caught.</p>
+<p>After trying to catch the Kid for some time the Wolf lay down again.
+&ldquo;After all,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;it is Friday; and perhaps I
+had best keep my fast to-day.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You humbug!&rdquo; said the fairy, who had gone back to her
+proper shape; &ldquo;you are a nice creature to pretend that you are
+keeping fast! You fast because you can&rsquo;t help it, not because you
+are really good. As a punishment, you shall stay on this rock till next
+Friday, and fast for a week!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So saying, she opened her wings and flew far away. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb64" href="#pb64" name="pb64">64</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch15" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">Birds of a Feather</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a big horse called
+Chestnut. He was as fierce as a fury, and bit everybody who came near
+him; his groom always had a broken bone, or a bruise at the least; and,
+as for the other horses, let Chestnut loose in the herd, and there was
+a fine to-do: a kick for one, a bite for another; it was hurry, skurry,
+worry, till they took themselves off and left him alone in the
+clover.</p>
+<p>Now the King wanted to buy some horses, and a dealer had driven down
+a couple of hundred of them for the King to buy. But the King was a
+skinflint, and wanted to get them cheap; so he dropped a hint to his
+groom, that it would not be a bad thing if Chestnut made acquaintance
+with these horses; at the same time, he dropped a gold piece in the
+groom&rsquo;s hand. So the groom led Chestnut by this new herd, and,
+all of a sudden, he quietly flicked Chestnut with his whip; Chestnut
+reared and plunged, the groom shouted, and, pretending to find the
+horse too strong for him, let go the halter. Off galloped Chestnut,
+kicking up his heels in the air, roaring and whinnying; and fine fun he
+had among the new horses! <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb65" href=
+"#pb65" name="pb65">65</a>]</span>By the time he had done with them,
+hardly one had a whole skin.</p>
+<p>The poor dealer was in despair. He would be ruined! And next day,
+when the King came to see the horses, he turned up his nose.
+&ldquo;Pooh! do you suppose I want bruised old hacks like that? Look at
+that sore! And here is a broken jaw! Why, half of them limp!&rdquo; In
+vain the dealer protested that it was Chestnut&rsquo;s fault; the King
+only laughed, and asked if he expected him to believe that one horse
+could do all that mischief. (And yet, as you know, it was one horse,
+and at the King&rsquo;s own bidding too.) However, it was a pity that
+he should have to take them back again, the King said; so, if he liked,
+as a favour, he would buy the horses, at half price.</p>
+<p>The dealer was not taken in by this, but he pretended to be very
+grateful, and went home again, wondering what he could do. He was
+afraid to offend the King, and, indeed, very few people were rich
+enough to buy his splendid horses. So he knew that he would be obliged
+to take some more down to the King another time. Then he suddenly
+remembered he had just such another vicious brute at home, named
+Strongjaw, that nobody could do anything with. &ldquo;Aha!&rdquo; said
+he; &ldquo;I have it! I&rsquo;ll take Strongjaw down with me next time,
+and if he does not prove a match for Chestnut I am very much
+mistaken.&rdquo; He chuckled with glee as he thought what a fine fight
+there would be between the two.</p>
+<p>Next time, as he had resolved, he brought Strongjaw with the drove,
+and as soon as the King&rsquo;s groom came by with Chestnut, and let
+him go as he did before, the dealer&rsquo;s eyes twinkled, and he let
+out Strongjaw. Chestnut <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb66" href=
+"#pb66" name="pb66">66</a>]</span>pricked up his ears, and Strongjaw
+pricked up his; then, without taking any notice of the rest, they
+trotted up to each other and rubbed noses, and began to lick each other
+all over. They did not fight at all, but in a moment they became bosom
+friends.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1208width"><img src="images/p066.gif" alt=
+"Laughing King." width="353" height="268"></div>
+<p>The dealer could not understand this, neither could the King.
+However, this time the King had to pay a good price for the horses, and
+as he saw his little trick was found out, he felt rather ashamed of
+himself, and so he paid the man for the other horses as well. Still,
+they kept wondering and wondering what the reason could be that these
+two horses, each so fierce and wild, were quiet as a pair of kittens
+together. The King asked the wisest man in all his kingdom to explain
+it; and the man, who was a minstrel, that is, he used to sing songs to
+the King <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb67" href="#pb67" name=
+"pb67">67</a>]</span>about all that had happened or would happen in the
+world, took up his harp and sang:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;If the reason you would know,</p>
+<p class="line">Like to like will always go;</p>
+<p class="line">Here&rsquo;s a pair of vicious horses</p>
+<p class="line">Just the same in all their courses;</p>
+<p class="line">Both are wild, and bite their tether:</p>
+<p class="line">Birds of a feather flock together.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first"></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1230width"><img src="images/p067.gif" alt=
+"Old man pulling wooden toy horse." width="433" height="314"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb68" href="#pb68" name=
+"pb68">68</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch16" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p068.gif" alt=
+"Spend a Pound to Win a Penny" width="152" height="672"></div>
+<h2 class="main">Spend a Pound to Win a Penny</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Some people were steaming peas under a tree, in order
+to make a meal for their horses. Up in the branches sat a Monkey, who
+watched with his restless eyes what they were doing.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Aha!&rdquo; thought the Monkey. &ldquo;I spy my
+dinner!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So when they had finished steaming the peas, and turned away for a
+moment to look after the horses, gently, gently, the Monkey let himself
+down from the tree. He grabbed at the peas, and stuffed his mouth with
+them, and both hands as full as they could hold, then he clambered up
+to his perch as best <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb69" href="#pb69"
+name="pb69">69</a>]</span>he could. There he sat, his wizened old face
+happy and cunning, eating the peas.</p>
+<p>Suddenly one pea fell.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;O dear, O dear! O my pea, my pea!&rdquo; cried the Monkey,
+gibbering in distress. The other peas began to fall out of his mouth,
+but he did not notice them. He wrung his hands in despair, and the peas
+began to fall out of his hands too, but he took no notice. All he
+thought of was this, that one pea was gone.</p>
+<p>So he shinned down the trunk, and scrambled about on the ground,
+hunting for his lost pea, but he could not find it anywhere.</p>
+<p>By this time the men had come back, after seeing to their horses.
+When they saw a monkey meddling with their cooking-pots they all waved
+their arms, and called out, &ldquo;Shoo! shoo!&rdquo; Then they picked
+up stones, and began to pelt the Monkey with them. This terrified the
+Monkey so much that he gave one jump to the nearest branch, and swung
+himself up to the top of the tree.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;After all,&rdquo; said he to himself, &ldquo;it was only one
+pea.&rdquo; But he ought to have thought of that before, for now like a
+thunderclap, it came home to him, that somehow or other all the other
+peas had gone too.</p>
+<p>That day the Monkey had to content himself with the smell of boiled
+peas for dinner, and I hope the loss taught him not to be so greedy in
+future. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb70" href="#pb70" name=
+"pb70">70</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch17" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Cunning Crane and the Crab</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time a number of fish lived in a little
+pool. It was all very well while there was rain; but when summer came,
+and it began to be very hot, the water dried up and got lower and
+lower, until there was hardly enough to hide the fish.</p>
+<p>Now not far away there was a beautiful lake, always fresh and cool;
+for it lay under the shadow of great trees, and it was covered all over
+with water-lilies. And a Crane lived on the banks of this lake.</p>
+<p>The Crane used to eat fish, when he could catch any; and one day,
+coming to the little pool, he saw all the fish gasping in it, and
+thought of a neat trick to get hold of them without trouble.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear Fish,&rdquo; said the Crane, &ldquo;I am so sorry to see
+you cooped up in this hole. I know a beautiful lake close by, deep and
+fresh and cool, and if you like I will carry you there.&rdquo;</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1271width"><img src="images/p071.jpg" alt=
+"Crane talking to Fish." width="504" height="703"></div>
+<p>The Fish did not know what to make of this, because never since the
+world began had a crane done a good turn to a fish. You see it is just
+as absurd to suppose <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb73" href="#pb73"
+name="pb73">73</a>]</span>that a crane would help fish, as to think
+that a cat would be kind to a mouse.</p>
+<p>So they said to the Crane, &ldquo;We don&rsquo;t believe you; what
+you want is to eat us.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>This was just what the Crane did want, but he did not say so.
+&ldquo;No, no!&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;I&rsquo;m not so cruel as all
+that. I have eaten a fish now and then&rdquo;&mdash;he saw it was of no
+use denying that, because they knew he had&mdash;&ldquo;but I have
+plenty of other food, and it goes to my heart to see you here. In this
+hot water you will all be boiled fish before long!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;That&rsquo;s true enough,&rdquo; said the Fish; &ldquo;the
+water is hot.&rdquo; Well, the end of it was, they persuaded an old
+Fish with one eye to go and see.</p>
+<p>The Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak and put him in the
+lake; and when he had seen that what the Crane said was true so far, he
+carried the Fish back again to tell the others.</p>
+<p>The old Fish could not say enough to praise the lake.
+&ldquo;It&rsquo;s ever so big,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;and deep and
+cool, just as the Crane said; and there are trees overshadowing it, and
+water-lilies are growing in the mud; and the whole of it is covered
+with fine fat flies! Ah, what a feast I have had!&rdquo; And he rolled
+up his one eye at the thought of it.</p>
+<p>Then all the Fish were eager to go. And now it was who should be
+first; every Fish was anxious to remain no longer in the pool. They
+came to the top of the water, all begging the Crane to take them to
+this beautiful lake.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;One at a time!&rdquo; said the Crane. &ldquo;I have only one
+beak, you know!&rdquo; And he smiled to himself, for that beak was made
+to eat fish, not to carry them. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb74"
+href="#pb74" name="pb74">74</a>]</span></p>
+<p>However, it was decided that as the one-eyed Fish had been so brave
+as to trust himself in the Crane&rsquo;s beak, before he knew what the
+truth was, he certainly deserved to go first.</p>
+<p>So the Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak, and carried him
+over to the lake. But this time he did not drop the Fish in; he laid
+him in the cleft of a tree, and pecked his one eye out with his beak;
+then he killed him, and ate him up, and dropped his bones at the foot
+of the tree.</p>
+<p>By-and-by the Crane came back for another. &ldquo;Now then,
+who&rsquo;s next?&rdquo; asked the Crane. &ldquo;Old One-eye is
+swimming about, as happy as a king!&rdquo; He picked up another fish,
+and served him like the first, dropping his bones at the foot of the
+tree.</p>
+<p>And so it went on, until in a few days the pool was empty. The
+cunning Crane had eaten every single one of the fish! He stood on the
+bank, peering into every hole, to see whether there might not be a
+little one left somewhere. There was one, surely! No, it was a Crab.
+Never mind, he thought; all&rsquo;s fish that comes to my net!</p>
+<p>So he invited the Crab to come with him to the lake.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why, how are you going to carry me?&rdquo; asked the
+Crab.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;In my beak, to be sure!&rdquo; replied the Crane.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You might drop me,&rdquo; said the Crab, &ldquo;and then I
+should split.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh no, I promise I won&rsquo;t drop you!&rdquo; said the
+Crane. But the Crab had more sense than all the fish put together, and
+he did not believe in the Crane&rsquo;s friendship <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb75" href="#pb75" name="pb75">75</a>]</span>at all.
+So he still pretended to hesitate, and at last he said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ll tell you what. I can hold on tighter with my
+claws than you can with your beak. I&rsquo;ll come, but you must let me
+hold on to your neck with my claws. Then I shall feel safe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Crane was so hungry that, without stopping to think, he agreed;
+and then the Crab got tight hold of his neck with his claws, and the
+Crane carried him towards the lake.</p>
+<p>But after a while the Crab saw that he was being carried somewhere
+else, indeed to that tree where the Crane used to sit and eat the
+fish.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Crane dear,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;aren&rsquo;t you going to
+put me in the lake?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Crane dear, indeed!&rdquo; said the Crane, &ldquo;do you
+suppose I was born to carry crabs about? Not I! Just look at that heap
+of bones under yon tree! Those are the bones of the fish that used to
+live in your pool. I ate them, and I&rsquo;m going to eat
+you!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Are you, though!&rdquo; said the Crab, and gave the
+Crane&rsquo;s neck a little nip.</p>
+<p>Then the Crane saw what a fool he had been to let a Crab put a claw
+round his neck. He knew that the Crab could kill him if he liked, and
+he was frightened to death at the thought. People who try to deceive
+others often pay for it themselves; and that is what happened to the
+Crane.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Dear Crab!&rdquo; said he, with tears streaming from his
+eyes, &ldquo;forgive me! I won&rsquo;t kill you, only let me
+go!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Just put me in the lake, then,&rdquo; said the Crab.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb76" href="#pb76" name=
+"pb76">76</a>]</span></p>
+<p>The Crane stepped down to the lakeside, and laid the Crab upon the
+mud. And the Crab, as soon as he felt himself safe, nipped off the
+Crane&rsquo;s head as clean as if it had been cut with a knife.</p>
+<p>So perished the treacherous Crane, caught by his own trick. And the
+Crab lived happily in the beautiful lake for the rest of his life.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb77" href="#pb77" name=
+"pb77">77</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch18" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p077.gif" alt="Union is Strength"
+width="291" height="362"></div>
+<h2 class="main">Union is Strength</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">There once was a clever Fowler who used to hunt
+quails. He could imitate the quail&rsquo;s note exactly; and when he
+had found a hiding-place, he used to sit hidden in it, and call out the
+quail&rsquo;s note, until a number of quails had come together; then he
+threw a net over them, and bagged them all.</p>
+<p>But amongst the quails was one very clever bird, and he hit on the
+following device: He told the quails, when they felt the net drop over
+them, that each one should <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb78" href=
+"#pb78" name="pb78">78</a>]</span>pop his head through one of the
+meshes of the net, and then at the word, away they should fly
+together.</p>
+<p>All fell out as he arranged. Next day the Fowler sounded his
+imitation of the quail&rsquo;s note, and the birds flocked from far and
+near; then, when a good many had gathered in a clump within his reach,
+he cast the net, which fell over them and made them all prisoners. They
+all did what the wise Quail had told them; each quail put his head
+through one of the meshes, then at a word they were all away together,
+bearing the net with them. After some little time they saw a large
+bush, and dropped upon this bush; then the net was held up by the bush,
+while all the birds got away underneath.</p>
+<p>Again and again this happened, until the Fowler began to despair; he
+came home every night empty-handed, and besides that he had lost ever
+so many nets.</p>
+<p>Why did he keep on trying to catch them, then? Because he thought
+that sooner or later they would begin to quarrel, and then the game
+would be his.</p>
+<p>And quarrel they soon did. One Quail happened to tread on
+another&rsquo;s toe.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What are you doing, clumsy?&rdquo; said the second Quail
+angrily.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I&rsquo;m very sorry,&rdquo; said the first; &ldquo;I really
+did not mean to tread on your toe.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;You did!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I tell you I didn&rsquo;t!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What a lie!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A lie, is it? Hoity, toity, how high-and-mighty we are, to be
+sure! I suppose it is you lift up the net, all by yourself, when the
+man throws it over us!&rdquo; <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb79" href=
+"#pb79" name="pb79">79</a>]</span></p>
+<p>And so they went on, getting angrier and angrier. And the result
+was, that next day, when the fowler made his cast, said the first Quail
+to the second:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Now then, Samson, lift away! They say that last time your
+feathers all fell off your head!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, indeed! They say that when you tried to lift, both your
+wings moulted! Lift away, and let us see if it is true!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>But while they were quarrelling, and each telling the other to lift
+the net, the Fowler lifted it for them, and crammed them all together
+into his basket, and took them home for supper.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1381width"><img src="images/p079.gif" alt=
+"Man with kettle above fire." width="231" height="358"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb80" href="#pb80" name=
+"pb80">80</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch19" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p080.jpg" alt="Silence is Golden"
+width="473" height="440"></div>
+<h2 class="main">Silence is Golden</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time a Lion had a she-jackal for his mate,
+and they had a young one<span class="corr" id="xd20e1391" title=
+"Source: ,">.</span> This Cub was just like his sire to look at, in
+shape and colour, mane and claws; but in voice he took after his dam.
+So you would fancy he was a lion, so long as he held his tongue.</p>
+<p>This Cub used to play about with the young Lions, and merry times
+they had to be sure, tumbling head over heels, and trying to knock each
+other down. One day, in the midst of their game, the mongrel Cub
+thought he would frighten them; so he opened his mouth wide, intending
+to roar, and all that came out was a yelp like the yelp of a jackal.
+The other young Lions were quite shocked; they <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb81" href="#pb81" name="pb81">81</a>]</span>could
+not imagine what strange creature this was. One of them went up to the
+old Lion, who was watching them, and said:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Lion&rsquo;s claws and lion&rsquo;s paws</p>
+<p class="line">Lion&rsquo;s feet to stand upon;</p>
+<p class="line">But the bellow of this fellow</p>
+<p class="line">Sounds not like a lion&rsquo;s son!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">&ldquo;You are right,&rdquo; said the old Lion;
+&ldquo;his dam was a Jackal.&rdquo; And then, turning to the poor Cub,
+who was looking very crestfallen, he said:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;All will see what kind you be</p>
+<p class="line">If you yelp as once before;</p>
+<p class="line">So don&rsquo;t try it, but keep quiet,</p>
+<p class="line">Yours is not a lion&rsquo;s roar.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The poor Cub slunk away with his tail between his
+legs, while the other Lions sniffed and turned up their noses at him.
+Ever after that he took good care to hold his tongue when he was in the
+company of his betters.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1421width"><img src="images/p081.gif" alt=
+"Cub hiding face behind paws." width="203" height="204"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb82" href="#pb82" name=
+"pb82">82</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch20" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Great Yellow King and His Porter</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time, in a great and rich city, reigned a
+mighty King, who was called by the title of the Great Yellow King. This
+King was very cruel to his people, and ground them like grist in the
+mill; he robbed them of their goods, many he cast into prison, others
+he ill-treated, cutting off an arm, or a leg, or blinding them, and
+some he put to death without cause. He was just as bad at home; when he
+was a boy he did nothing but tease his sisters, pulling their hair and
+putting spiders down their necks; and now that he was grown up he made
+life a misery to wife and child. He was like a speck of dust that gets
+into your eye, or a thorn in the heel, or grit between your teeth.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1432width"><img src="images/p083.jpg" alt=
+"Great Yellow King." width="494" height="713"></div>
+<p>But it is a long lane that has no turning; and at last the Great
+Yellow King died. When a king or queen dies, people are generally very
+sorry, and wear mourning for them; but when the Great Yellow King died
+there was such rejoicing and merriment as had not been known for many a
+long day. All the shops were shut, and all the <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb85" href="#pb85" name="pb85">85</a>]</span>schools
+had a whole holiday; there were raree-shows and merry-go-rounds, and
+everybody high and low was half daft with joy.</p>
+<p>But one man was not joyful. On the steps of the palace sat the
+Yellow King&rsquo;s porter, sighing and sobbing, weeping and wailing.
+No one could understand it; everybody in the whole town was glad, and
+here was this porter crying! At last some one asked him why he
+cried.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What is the matter?&rdquo; said he. &ldquo;Was the Great
+Yellow King so kind to you as all that? I never heard of his being kind
+to anybody!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;No, it isn&rsquo;t that!&rdquo; sobbed the man.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, what is it then?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man looked up and rubbed his eyes. &ldquo;Well,&rdquo; said he,
+&ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell you. When his majesty used to come out of his
+palace, down the steps, he always gave me a cuff on the head, and
+another when he came back. What a fist his majesty had, to be sure! Now
+if he tries that game on with the porter who sits by the gates of
+Death, I am very much afraid they won&rsquo;t have him there at any
+price, and then he will come back to us!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>But the other man laughed, and said, &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be afraid of
+that, Porter! He&rsquo;s dead and done for, and however much they wish
+it, they can never send him back to us again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So the Porter was comforted, and wiped his eyes, and went to get a
+glass of beer. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb86" href="#pb86" name=
+"pb86">86</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch21" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p086.jpg" alt=
+"The Quail and the Falcon" width="316" height="396"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Quail and the Falcon</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">There once was a young Quail that lived on a farm.
+When the farmer ploughed up the land, Quailie used to hop about over
+the clods and pick up seeds, or weeds, or worms, or anything that the
+plough turned up, and he ate these and lived on them.</p>
+<p>You might think this was very nice for him; he had no trouble to
+find food, because the ploughman turned it up; he had only to hop along
+after the plough and peck. Not a bit of it; he must needs better
+himself, as he said; so one fine day he flew away over the farm, away
+to the forest which fringed it; and, alighting on the ground just where
+the forest began, he looked about to see if there was anything good to
+eat.</p>
+<p>Up in the air, just above the tree-tops, a Falcon was sailing,
+poised on outstretched wings; as Quailie searched for <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb87" href="#pb87" name="pb87">87</a>]</span>worms,
+so the Falcon was searching for quails; and lo and behold, he spied
+one! Down he came with a swoop and a whirr, and in an instant the Quail
+was in his crooked claws.</p>
+<p>What could poor Quailie do now? He twittered and fluttered, and at
+last began to cry.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh dear, oh dear!&rdquo; whimpered Quailie, the tears running
+down his beak, &ldquo;what a fool I was to poach on other
+people&rsquo;s preserves! If I had only stayed at home this Falcon
+could never have caught me, not even if he had come and
+tried!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What&rsquo;s that, Quailie?&rdquo; asked the Falcon.
+&ldquo;Do you think I can&rsquo;t catch you anywhere?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Not on my own ground!&rdquo; cried the Quail.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What do you mean by that?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A ploughed field full of clods.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, nonsense, Quailie, clods won&rsquo;t help you. Just try;
+off you go! I&rsquo;ll follow.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The Quail flew off, feeling as happy now as he was miserable a
+moment gone; and when he got back to his farm he picked out a big clod
+and perched on the top. &ldquo;Come on, Falcon!&rdquo; cried he;
+&ldquo;come on!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Down came the Falcon with a swoop like a flash of lightning; but
+just as he came close the Quail dodged him nimbly and tumbled over the
+clod to the other side, leaving the Falcon to come full tilt against
+the clod of earth; and so swift was he, that the shock killed him.</p>
+<p>So the Quail found out how much better it is for most people to
+stick to what they are used to; and as for the Falcon, he might have
+thought, if he had been able to think at all, that a bird in the hand
+is worth two in the bush. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb88" href=
+"#pb88" name="pb88">88</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch22" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p088.jpg" alt=
+"Pride Must Have a Fall" width="461" height="171"></div>
+<h2 class="main">Pride Must Have a Fall</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a beautiful wild Goose that
+lived in the mountains; he was King of the Geese, and he had a mate and
+two or three fine young ones. But it had happened once that this Goose,
+in his travels about the world, fell in with a young lady Crow, who was
+very pretty; as black as jet, with two eyes like black beads, and she
+flirted and flouted so enchantingly that he had married her, like the
+goose he was; so he had two wives, the little black Crow and the
+Goose.</p>
+<p>In course of time this Crow laid a beautiful egg, all white with
+blue spots, and twice as big as an ordinary crow&rsquo;s egg. She was
+very proud of her egg, and sat on it for a longtime, until one day,
+pop! went the egg, and out came a funny little chick. The Crow did not
+know what to make of this chick; he was not black, as she was, and he
+was not white, like his father, but something betwixt and between, a
+dingy grey with brown streaks. So she named him Streaky. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb89" href="#pb89" name="pb89">89</a>]</span></p>
+<p>Be sure that Streaky fancied himself mightily, being so very
+different from all the Crows he lived with; he was larger, to begin
+with, and then he had a very loud voice, with several different notes
+in it; not to mention his brown streaks, which made him a proud bird
+indeed. And I think the other Crows took him at his own price, as
+foolish creatures are apt to do, and thought him very wonderful, though
+he was really only a mongrel.</p>
+<p>Now the Goose, his father, used to pay a visit to the Crow colony
+now and again, flying down from the mountains to the dust-heap where
+they lived, outside the city gate. But he did not stay long, because
+the Crows used to feed on offal and dead bodies, in fact anything dirty
+they could find; and King Goose could not get what he liked to eat.</p>
+<p>Well, once as he was talking to his sons, the young Geese, they
+asked him why he was always going away for days at a time.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;I go to see a son of mine that
+lives somewhere else.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, how nice!&rdquo; said the Geese. &ldquo;Then he must be
+our brother. Do let us bring him here on a visit! Do,
+father!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>At first the father Goose would not let them go, for fear of
+mischief; but after a while he was persuaded, and gave them very
+careful directions how to fly, and where to go, and how to find the
+place where Streaky lived, on the top of a tall palm-tree that grew out
+of a dust-heap at the city gate.</p>
+<p>So away they flew, and away they flew, till at last they saw the
+tall palm-tree; and on the very top of it, a big <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb90" href="#pb90" name="pb90">90</a>]</span>nest;
+and in the nest, a little black Crow, and our funny friend Streaky.</p>
+<p>They said &ldquo;How do you do?&rdquo; and told their errand;
+because they meant to go through with it now, although they did not
+much like the look of this ugly bird Streaky, with his airs and graces.
+Mrs. Crow was very much pleased, but Streaky looked bored, and
+said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Aw, caw, I don&rsquo;t think I can fly all that way. It is
+really too much trouble. Why did not the Governor come to see me
+instead, as usual&mdash;aw?&rdquo; This rude bird called his father the
+Governor; you see, as he had been brought up among carrion crows, his
+manners were none of the best.</p>
+<p>The young Geese began to like him less than ever. However, they put
+a good face on it, and answered him:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, Streaky, if you are as weak as all that, we will carry
+you on a stick.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>These Geese were very big, strong birds, and they thought nothing of
+carrying Streaky. So they looked about until they found a strong stick,
+and then each of them took an end in his mouth, and Streaky perched in
+the middle. They could not say good-bye to Mrs. Crow, because their
+mouths were full of the stick, but they made her a nice bow, like
+polite little Geese, and flew off.</p>
+<p>As for Streaky, he was far too full of his own importance to say
+good-bye to his mother, or even so much as &ldquo;Thank you&rdquo; to
+the two birds who were so kindly carrying him. There he sat, on the
+middle of the stick, as proud as Punch, pluming his feathers, and
+feeling that now all the world would see what a splendid bird he was.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb91" href="#pb91" name=
+"pb91">91</a>]</span></p>
+<p>As they flew over the city Streaky looked down, and saw the king of
+the city, in a beautiful carriage drawn by four white thoroughbreds,
+driving round the city in great state and grandeur. &ldquo;Aha!&rdquo;
+thought he, &ldquo;that&rsquo;s as it should be! But I&rsquo;m every
+bit as good as he!&rdquo; and in his joy he began to sing a little song
+which he made up on the spur of the moment, and here is his song:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;As yonder king goes galloping with his
+milk-white four-in-hand,</p>
+<p class="line">Streaky has these, his pair of Geese, to carry him over
+the land!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The Geese were very angry when they heard Streaky sing
+this song. But they were very well-bred Geese, as you must have seen
+already; so they said nothing at all to him then, but carried him
+safely to their home, and then they told their father what Streaky had
+said, so that he might do as he thought best.</p>
+<p>Old King Goose was more angry than they were, and was very sorry he
+had left his son to be brought up by a Crow who knew no manners. So he
+called Streaky, and this is what he said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Streaky, you have been very rude to your brothers, who are at
+least as good as you; and if you think they are like a pair of horses,
+to be driven about for your pleasure, you make a great mistake. So the
+best thing you can do is to fly back to your mother; for your manners
+suit the dust-heap better than the mountains.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>I don&rsquo;t know whether Streaky was ashamed of what he had said;
+creatures like Streaky are very thick-skinned, and it takes a great
+deal to make them ashamed; but anyhow he had to go back, and this time
+he must fly by himself, for it was hardly likely that his brothers
+would <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb92" href="#pb92" name=
+"pb92">92</a>]</span>carry him when he had been so rude. He got back a
+few days later, tired and hungry, and spent the rest of his days on the
+dust-heap, eating carrion. What his mother thought of it all I
+don&rsquo;t know; but King Goose never went to see them any more.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1545width"><img src="images/p092.gif" alt=
+"Goose." width="173" height="173"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb95" href="#pb95" name=
+"pb95">95</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch23" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Bold Beggar</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">There was once a King who was so fond of good eating
+and drinking that they called him King Dainty. He often spent as much
+as a thousand pounds on a single dish; which is great wastefulness,
+when you can dine heartily for a shilling. He thought that if people
+could not eat things so nice as his, yet they must greatly enjoy seeing
+him eat them. So he fitted up a beautiful tent outside his own door,
+and there he took his meals, sitting on a golden throne, under a white
+silk umbrella. Anybody who liked could see him eat his dinner without
+charge. This was very generous, wasn&rsquo;t it?</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1557width"><img src="images/p094.jpg" alt=
+"Eating man." width="468" height="667"></div>
+<p>A man who had often seen him eat thought he would like a taste of
+the King&rsquo;s choice food. And this is what he did.</p>
+<p>He came running towards the crowd who, as usual, were watching the
+King eat his dinner, and shouted: &ldquo;News! news! news!&rdquo; Now
+at that time there were no newspapers, and no posts, and no telegraphs;
+so any one who brought news was sure of instant hearing. Accordingly
+the crowd made way for him at once, and he ran up to the King, looking
+very much excited, and <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb96" href="#pb96"
+name="pb96">96</a>]</span>shouting &ldquo;News!&rdquo; Then he fell
+down before the King, as if he were faint with hunger, and gasped.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Poor fellow!&rdquo; said the King. &ldquo;Give him something
+to eat.&rdquo; So they propped him up on a chair, and the King fed him
+out of his own dish, and gave him delicious wine to drink. The man made
+a hearty meal, I can tell you. They thought he never would finish; but
+he did finish at last, after an hour or two.</p>
+<p>Then the King said to him: &ldquo;Now, my good fellow, let us hear
+your news.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The news is, your Majesty,&rdquo; said the man, &ldquo;that
+an hour ago I was hungry, and now I am not!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>All the people looked shocked at his impertinence. But the King only
+laughed, and said: &ldquo;That news is true of most of us every day of
+our lives. Well, you are a bold fellow; this time you may go free, but
+I advise you not to try it again.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The man bowed low, and went away happy in the success of his trick.
+I don&rsquo;t know whether the King spent less money upon his dinner
+after that, but I am quite sure that no one else got a meal at his
+table in the same way. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb97" href="#pb97"
+name="pb97">97</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch24" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p097.gif" alt=
+"The Jackal Would A-Wooing Go" width="225" height="249"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Jackal Would A-Wooing Go</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a family of Lions that
+lived in the Himalaya Mountains in a Golden Cave. They were three
+brothers and one sister. Near by was a silver mountain with a Crystal
+Cave, and in this Crystal Cave lived a Jackal.</p>
+<p>The young Lions used to be out all day, hunting, while their sister
+kept everything neat and tidy at home. When they caught anything they
+used to keep a bit for her, because they were not greedy Lions, and
+they thought that if she did the work at home she deserved some of the
+game they got abroad.</p>
+<p>Now this Jackal fell violently in love with the young Lioness. She
+was very beautiful, with soft brown fur, and large soft eyes, and fine
+whiskers; and he did not stop to think what a mongrel cur a Jackal
+looks beside a Lion, how small, and sneaking, and snarling; so that it
+was the height of impertinence even to think of such a thing.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb98" href="#pb98" name=
+"pb98">98</a>]</span>He did think of it, and more, he actually proposed
+to the Lioness! You shall hear how he did it.</p>
+<p>He had the sense to wait until the three brothers had gone out
+hunting for food; and then he came and tapped on the rock at the mouth
+of the Golden Cave. The Lioness looked out, and very much surprised was
+the Lioness to see the Jackal there. She knew him by sight, of course,
+as a neighbour; and, indeed, when he was in his Crystal Cave you could
+always see him, perched up in the air as it might be; for you can see
+through crystal like glass, and it looked just as if there were nothing
+there. But they were not on visiting terms, so the Lioness was
+surprised to see him come tapping at her door. She gave him a distant
+bow, and waited.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Beautiful Lioness!&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;I love you! see how
+much we are alike! You have four feet, and so have I; clearly we are
+made for one another. Will you marry me? We shall be so happy
+together!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>This offer so astonished the Lioness that she could say nothing. She
+hated the vile creature, vilest of all creatures; that he should dare
+to address himself to a royal lioness! a scavenger to a queen! The very
+thought of the insult made her furious. She resolved that, after such a
+thing as that had spoken to her, she might just as well die, either by
+holding her breath or by starving herself. As these thoughts passed
+through her mind the Jackal was waiting for his answer; but no answer
+he got. This seemed a pretty broad hint that he was not wanted there;
+so he went home again, very woebegone, with his tail between his legs,
+and lay down in his Crystal Cave in much misery. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb99" href="#pb99" name="pb99">99</a>]</span></p>
+<p>By-and-by the eldest brother of the Lioness came home again, with a
+fine fat deer which he had killed. &ldquo;Here, sister,&rdquo; he
+called out, &ldquo;have a bit!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>She put on a very gloomy air. &ldquo;No,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;I
+think I shall have to die.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Why, what on earth is the matter?&rdquo; asked he.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;A nasty, dirty Jackal came, and wanted to marry
+me!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;The brute!&rdquo; said her brother. &ldquo;Where is
+he?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t you see him, lying up in the sky?&rdquo; You know
+the crystal was transparent, and as she had never been there she could
+not tell he was really in a cave.</p>
+<p>Off galloped the young Lion, furious with rage, and when he got near
+the place where the Jackal was lying in his Crystal Cave, he leaped at
+him, when&mdash;crack! went his skull against the wall of crystal, and
+down fell the Lion&mdash;dead!</p>
+<p>Just as the Lioness was getting anxious about her eldest brother,
+the second came in. She told him the same tale, though she was
+beginning to be sorry that she was going to die. He had not hurt her,
+after all; and how nice the meat smelt! But the second Lion did not
+give her much time to think; he growled, and off he went, leaped into
+the air, cracked his crown against the wall of crystal, and fell down
+dead beside his brother.</p>
+<p>Now when the third brother came in, the Lioness was quite sure she
+didn&rsquo;t mean to die. However, she looked as gloomy as ever, and
+told her brother what had happened; he had better go out and see what
+was become of the other two. Surely two Lions were a match for any
+Jackal! Still, there he was, as before, up in the air. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb100" href="#pb100" name="pb100">100</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Up in the air?&rdquo; said the youngest brother, who was
+cleverer than all the rest put together. &ldquo;Stuff and nonsense! Now
+let me think. There must be something for him to lie upon; and yet you
+can see through it.&rdquo; He scratched his head with one paw and
+looked wise. &ldquo;I have it! Crystal, of course, or
+glass&mdash;that&rsquo;s what it is!&rdquo; So up he jumped, and when
+he got near the Crystal Cave, there were his two brothers, dead, with
+their skulls cracked right across like a teacup.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1619width"><img src="images/p100.gif" alt=
+"Lioness sitting next to flowers." width="274" height="306"></div>
+<p>He sat down again, and scratched his head with the other paw.
+&ldquo;H&rsquo;m! it looks as though it may be difficult to get at this
+Jackal. However, I&rsquo;ll try kindness first. Jackie, Jackie
+dear!&rdquo; he called out. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb101" href=
+"#pb101" name="pb101">101</a>]</span></p>
+<p>Now you must know that Lions have a very loud voice, and, if you
+have heard them talking in the Zoo, you will know that even when they
+want to coax and purr they are enough to frighten you. And so the poor
+Jackal, who, after all, was not so bad as the proud Lioness made out,
+when he heard the Lion coaxing him down, thought &ldquo;What an awful
+roar!&rdquo; His heart was beating very hard before, but this time it
+gave such a leap that something went snap! And the Jackal was dead
+too.</p>
+<p>Then the Lion looked up, and saw that the Jackal was dead. So he
+buried his brothers, and went and told his sister all about it. You
+might expect her to be sorry that her two brave brothers were dead, all
+because she held her nose so high in the air; but not a bit of it; she
+was quite satisfied so long as one was left to catch food for her. So
+she lived all the rest of her life in the Golden Cave, but I never
+heard that any other animal asked her to marry him. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb102" href="#pb102" name="pb102">102</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch25" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<div class="figure"><img src="images/p102.gif" alt=
+"The Lion and the Boar" width="410" height="160"></div>
+<h2 class="main">The Lion and the Boar</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there was a Lion who lived in the
+mountains, and he used to drink water out of a beautiful lake. It so
+happened that, as he was drinking there one day, he saw a Boar feeding
+over on the opposite bank. Now he had just eaten a leg of elephant, and
+was not hungry; but he made a note of that Boar, thinking to himself
+what a nice meal the Boar would make some other day. So, after drinking
+his fill, he crawled quietly away through the bushes, hoping that the
+Boar could not see him. But the Boar had sharp eyes, and did see him.
+&ldquo;Hullo!&rdquo; said he to himself, &ldquo;yon Lion is afraid of
+me, that&rsquo;s clear! Ah well, he need not think to get off so easy.
+If he wants to go, he must fight me first!&rdquo; He puffed his chest
+out very big, and rubbed his tusks against a tree, then he called
+out:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Stay, stay, runaway!</p>
+<p class="line">Let us have a fight to-day!</p>
+<p class="line">You have four feet, so have I!</p>
+<p class="line">If you fail, you can but try!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb103" href="#pb103" name=
+"pb103">103</a>]</span></p>
+<p>The Lion could hardly believe his ears. What! a Boar challenge him
+to fight! He could break a Boar&rsquo;s back with a tap of his paw.
+Still, he hid his astonishment at this impertinent Boar and only
+said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Please, Mr. Boar, let me off to-day, as I&rsquo;m rather
+tired; I have just been wrestling with a fox. But, if you like, I will
+meet you here this day week, and then we can fight it out between
+us.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>He said this so humbly that the Boar became haughtier than ever.
+&ldquo;Oh, very well,&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;it shall never be said I
+took a mean advantage of any one. This day week, then! Good-day to
+you.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>When he got home, his friends hardly knew him. Every bristle on his
+back was standing up straight; his little greedy eyes were gleaming; he
+ran into the house, knocking over the pots and pans, snarling at his
+wife, and making himself very disagreeable indeed. At last the other
+Boars protested, and said they would not stand it any longer.
+&ldquo;Oho!&rdquo; says he, &ldquo;you defy a Boar that has killed a
+Lion! Come on, then!&rdquo; and very fierce indeed he looked.</p>
+<p>Killed a Lion! They did open their eyes. &ldquo;Where is the Lion
+you have killed?&rdquo; asked a pretty little sow, full of
+curiosity.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, I haven&rsquo;t exactly killed him yet,&rdquo; said the
+Boar rather unwillingly. &ldquo;He is coming to be killed this day
+week.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What on earth do you mean?&rdquo; his friends asked. He told
+them the story, but he did not feel quite so bold now as he had felt
+before. And when he finished, he felt worse than ever; for one and all
+they set up such a <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb104" href="#pb104"
+name="pb104">104</a>]</span>weeping and wailing that the whole forest
+resounded with it! &ldquo;Oh dear, oh dear!&rdquo; they cried,
+&ldquo;you&rsquo;ll be the death of us! Kill a Lion? Why, he will
+crunch you up in a trice, and then he&rsquo;ll come here, and we are
+all dead Boars!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>By this time the poor Boar had lost all his conceit; you see he was
+an ignorant Boar, and did not know at all what the strength of a Lion
+is. So his heart was down in his toes, and all he wanted now was some
+way out of the mischief. Nobody could think of a way, until one very
+old and wise Boar advised him to roll in the mud till he was very
+dirty, because Lions are clean beasts and do not like dirt.</p>
+<p>So every day he rolled and wallowed in the dirtiest places he could
+find; and by the appointed time he was like a big cake of dirt. So when
+he came to the lake where he was to meet the Lion, the wind took a
+whiff of him to the Lion, and the Lion gave a jump, and snuffed, and
+sneezed, and swished his tail, and cried out, &ldquo;Get to leeward,
+get to leeward! Here&rsquo;s a pretty trick! Well, you have saved your
+life; I would not touch you with a pair of tongs now!&rdquo; and, in
+great disgust he went away, saying, as he went, this little rhyme:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Dirty Boar, I want no more,</p>
+<p class="line xd20e1670">You&rsquo;re saved from being eaten;</p>
+<p class="line">If you would fight, I yield me quite,</p>
+<p class="line xd20e1670">And own that I am beaten!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">You may be sure that our friend the Boar did not wait
+any longer, but scampered off home. But when he got there, I am sorry
+to say he told all his friends he had <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb105" href="#pb105" name="pb105">105</a>]</span>beaten the Lion, and
+the Lion had run away! He certainly had beaten the Lion in one way, but
+not in fair fight, so it was rather mean to pretend he had. However,
+nobody believed him, and the colony of Boars thought the best thing
+they could do was to get away from that place as fast as their four
+legs could carry them. &ldquo;If he is beaten,&rdquo; said they with a
+wink, &ldquo;still, after all, he is a Lion.&rdquo; <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb106" href="#pb106" name="pb106">106</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch26" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The Goblin City</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Long, long ago, in the island of Ceylon, there was a
+large city full of nothing but Goblins. They were all She-goblins, too;
+and if they wanted husbands, they used to get hold of travellers and
+force them to marry; and afterwards, when they were tired of their
+husbands, they gobbled them up.</p>
+<p>One day a ship was wrecked upon the coast near the goblin city, and
+five hundred sailors were cast ashore. The She-goblins came down to the
+seashore, and brought food and dry clothes for the sailors, and invited
+them to come into the city. There was nobody else there at all; but for
+fear that the sailors should be frightened away, the Goblins, by their
+magic power, made shapes of people appear all around, so that there
+seemed to be men ploughing in the fields, or shepherds tending their
+sheep, and huntsmen with hounds, and all the sights of the quiet
+country life. So, when the sailors looked round, and saw everything as
+usual, they felt quite secure; although, as you know, it was all a
+sham.</p>
+<p>The end of it was, that they persuaded the sailors to <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb107" href="#pb107" name=
+"pb107">107</a>]</span>marry them, telling them that their own husbands
+had gone to sea in a ship, and had been gone these three years, so that
+they must be drowned and lost for ever. But really, as you know, they
+had served others in just the same way, and their last batch of
+husbands were then in prison, waiting to be eaten.</p>
+<p>In the middle of the night, when the men were all asleep, the
+She-goblins rose up, put on their hats, and hurried down to the prison;
+there they killed a few men, and gnawed their flesh, and ate them up;
+and after this orgie they went home again. It so happened that the
+captain of the sailors woke up before his wife came home, and not
+seeing her there, he watched. By-and-by in she came; he pretended to be
+asleep, and looked out of the tail of his eye. She was still munching
+and crunching, and as she munched she muttered:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Man&rsquo;s meat, man&rsquo;s meat,</p>
+<p class="line">That&rsquo;s what Goblins like to eat!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">She said it over and over again, then lay down; and
+soon she was snoring loudly.</p>
+<p>The captain was horribly frightened to find he had married a Goblin.
+What was he to do? They could not fight with Goblins, and they were in
+the Goblins&rsquo; power. If they had a ship they might have sailed
+away, because Goblins hate the water worse than a cat; but their ship
+was gone. He could think of nothing.</p>
+<p>However, next morning, he found a chance of telling his mates what
+he had discovered. Some of them believed him, and some said he must
+have been dreaming; they were sure their wives would not do such a
+thing. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb108" href="#pb108" name=
+"pb108">108</a>]</span>Those who believed him agreed that they would
+look out for a chance of escape.</p>
+<p>But there was a kind fairy who hated those Goblins; and she
+determined to save the men. So she told her flying horse to go and
+carry them away. And accordingly, as the men were out for a walk next
+day, the captain saw in the air a beautiful horse with large white and
+gold wings. The horse fluttered down, and hovered just above them,
+crying out, in a human voice:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Who wants to go home? who wants to go home? who wants to go
+home?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;I do, I do!&rdquo; called out the sailors.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Climb up, then!&rdquo; said the horse, dropping within reach.
+So one climbed up, and then another, and another; and, although the
+horse looked no bigger than any other horse, there was room for
+everybody on his back. I think that somehow, when they got up, the
+fairy made them shrink small, till they were no bigger than so many
+ants, and thus there was plenty of room for all. When all who wanted to
+go had got up on his back, away flew the beautiful horse and took them
+safely home.</p>
+<p>As for those who remained behind, that very night the Goblins set
+upon them and mangled them, and munched them to mincemeat. <span class=
+"pagenum">[<a id="pb109" href="#pb109" name="pb109">109</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1720width"><img src="images/p109.jpg" alt=
+"Four sailors on flying horse." width="469" height="672"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb111" href="#pb111" name=
+"pb111">111</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch27" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">Lacknose</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">There was once a Gardener who had no nose, and he had
+a very nice garden full of beautiful flowers: roses, and pinks, and
+lilies, and violets, and all the prettiest flowers you can imagine.</p>
+<p>Three little boys thought they would like a bunch of flowers, but
+they did not know how to get it. So one of them went into the garden
+and said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, Mr. Lacknose!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, boy,&rdquo; said the Gardener.</p>
+<p>The boy thought the best thing he could do was to flatter the old
+fellow, so he had made up a verse of poetry that he thought very
+pretty, and so he said to the Gardener:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Cut, and cut, and cut again,</p>
+<p class="line">Hair and whiskers grow amain:</p>
+<p class="line">And your nose will grow like these:</p>
+<p class="line">Give me a little posy, please!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The Gardener knew very well that his nose would not
+grow again like his whiskers, and he thought the little boy rather rude
+to mention it; so he became angry. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb112"
+href="#pb112" name="pb112">112</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Go away!&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;and get your posy somewhere
+else!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>The boy went away disappointed; but the second boy thought he would
+try his luck too. Perhaps the first boy had not spoken nicely; and he
+had made a verse of poetry too, which he thought would just suit the
+old Gardener. So in he came with &ldquo;Good morning, Mr.
+Lacknose!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, boy,&rdquo; said the old man. &ldquo;And what
+do <i>you</i> want?&rdquo;</p>
+<p>Then the boy put on a coaxing smile, and said:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;In the autumn seeds are sown,</p>
+<p class="line">And ere long they&rsquo;re fully grown;</p>
+<p class="line">May your nose sprout up like these!</p>
+<p class="line">Give me a little posy, please!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">&ldquo;There!&rdquo; he thought, &ldquo;the old fellow
+will like that, because he is a Gardener.&rdquo; But not a bit of it!
+The Gardener saw through his trick, and was angrier than ever.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Be off!&rdquo; said he, &ldquo;or I&rsquo;ll be after you
+with a stick! Plant a nose, indeed! You had better go somewhere and
+learn manners before you ask for my flowers!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>So the second boy went away faster than the first.</p>
+<p>But the third boy was an honest little boy, and knew that there is
+nothing like the truth; so he determined to try what truth could do. He
+walked modestly into the garden and said:</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Good morning, sir!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What, another of &rsquo;em!&rdquo; growled the Gardener to
+himself. &ldquo;Another pack of lies, I suppose!&rdquo; He would
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb113" href="#pb113" name=
+"pb113">113</a>]</span>hardly look at the boy. But the boy, nothing
+daunted, repeated his verse:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Babbling fools! to think that they</p>
+<p class="line">Can get a posy in this way!</p>
+<p class="line">Say they yes, or say they no,</p>
+<p class="line">Noses cut no more will grow.</p>
+<p class="line">See, I ask you honestly:</p>
+<p class="line">Give a posy, sir, to me!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">The Gardener was so pleased to find a straightforward
+and honest little boy, that he took his scissors and cut a most
+beautiful bunch of flowers, which he gave the boy with a smile. The boy
+said, &ldquo;Thank you, sir, very much!&rdquo; and went away
+delighted.</p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1801width"><img src="images/p113.gif" alt=
+"Boy watering pot from which nose is growing." width="209" height=
+"294"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb114" href="#pb114" name=
+"pb114">114</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div id="ch28" class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divHead">
+<h2 class="main">The King&rsquo;s Lesson</h2>
+</div>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first">Once upon a time there lived a very good King, whose
+name was Godfrey. Of course, when a man is King, everybody is ready to
+call him good; but this King really was good. He used to hold courts of
+justice for people to come to when they had a quarrel; and he decided
+all the cases so wisely that nobody durst bring an unjust cause before
+him. So after a while the result was, that the courts became empty; all
+the rustle and bustle was quiet, the wigs and gowns were hung up on
+pegs, and as dusty as dusty could be; and nobody had any quarrels at
+all.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;What a blessing!&rdquo; thought King Godfrey to himself.
+&ldquo;Now we have a little peace. And they say it&rsquo;s all my
+doing! I wonder if I am really as good as people make me out. Suppose I
+try to see?&rdquo; No sooner said than done with this King. He asked
+one and he asked another; he begged and prayed them to tell him of his
+faults, so that he might mend them; but no, they said they really could
+not tell him of his faults, when he had none to tell of. He tried in
+the palace, he tried in the city; high and low, to and fro, it was just
+the same: all praise and no blame. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb115"
+href="#pb115" name="pb115">115</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1815width"><img src="images/p115.jpg" alt=
+"The King&rsquo;s Lesson." width="720" height="494">
+<p class="figureHead">The King&rsquo;s Lesson.</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb117" href="#pb117" name=
+"pb117">117</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Well, upon my word,&rdquo; thought the King, &ldquo;I had no
+idea I was such a good fellow. Still, who knows what they say behind my
+back? Happy thought! I&rsquo;ll disguise myself, and that will soon
+show me the truth.&rdquo; So he dressed himself like a traveller, and
+got a carriage and pair, and drove all over the country, asking
+everybody what they thought of the King. Wonder of wonders! they said
+the same behind his back as they did to his face! That must have been a
+very nice country to live in, but I am sure I cannot tell where it
+is.</p>
+<p>Now in such a strange country as that, strange things will happen;
+and so it turned out that, as our King was driving along, he came to a
+narrow lane sunk between two steep banks, with only just room for the
+carriage; and right in the middle of this lane another carriage met
+him. There they stood, both of them, and neither would budge. Our King
+did not know who was in that carriage, but I will tell you who it was.
+This was the King of the next country, who was also a good king as
+kings go, though not so good as the first; and he had got the same idea
+into his head, that he would wander about in disguise, and find out
+what people thought of him. Everybody had a good word for him too, it
+seems; but if he found no one to pick faults in him before, here was
+one now, as you shall see.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Get out of the way!&rdquo; said the driver of the other
+carriage.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Get out of the way yourself!&rdquo; said King Godfrey&rsquo;s
+man. &ldquo;I have a King inside,&rdquo; said he; you see, he knew who
+the disguised traveller was, and he thought there was no need to hide
+it now, when it might save him trouble. <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb118" href="#pb118" name="pb118">118</a>]</span></p>
+<p>&ldquo;If you have one King, I have another!&rdquo; said the other
+man; and imagine how astonished King Godfrey&rsquo;s coachman was to
+hear that.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh dear, oh dear,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;what is to be done?
+Both Kings! How old is your King?&rdquo; he added suddenly, hoping, you
+see, that the younger might be willing to give way.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Fifty.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Fifty! So is mine! And how rich is he? &rdquo;</p>
+<p>But it turned out they were just the same in that point; and though
+he cudgelled his brains to find out some difference, there seemed to be
+none; their kingdoms were exactly the same size, with exactly the same
+number of people in them, and their ancestors had been just as brave
+and glorious in peace or war. In fact, they were as like as two peas in
+a pod.</p>
+<p>All this time the horses were champing their bits and pawing the
+ground, as if they would like to jump over each other&rsquo;s heads;
+and I daresay the Kings were getting impatient too, though they were
+much too dignified to say anything. And there they might have stayed
+till doomsday, but that King Godfrey&rsquo;s coachman hit on a fine
+idea. He suggested that perhaps one of them was a better King than the
+other; what were his master&rsquo;s virtues, would the other coachman
+kindly tell him?</p>
+<p>The other coachman had his answer all ready, in poetry too, and this
+it was:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;Rough to the rough, my mighty King the mild with
+mildness sways,</p>
+<p class="line">Masters the good by goodness, and the bad with badness
+pays:</p>
+<p class="line">Give place, give place, O driver! such are this
+monarch&rsquo;s ways!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">&ldquo;H&rsquo;m,&rdquo; said King Godfrey&rsquo;s
+driver, &ldquo;tit for tat is all <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb119"
+href="#pb119" name="pb119">119</a>]</span>very well, but I
+shouldn&rsquo;t call it <i>virtue</i> to pay out a bad man in his own
+coin.&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Oh, well,&rdquo; says the other in a huff, &ldquo;you can
+call it <i>vice</i> if you like; and I should be very glad to hear all
+your King&rsquo;s <i>virtues</i>, if you laugh at mine!&rdquo;</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Certainly,&rdquo; said King Godfrey&rsquo;s coachman; and,
+not to be beaten, he did his answer into poetry, like the other:</p>
+<div class="lgouter">
+<p class="line">&ldquo;He conquers wrath by mildness, the bad with
+goodness sways,</p>
+<p class="line">By gifts the miser vanquishes and lies with truth
+repays.</p>
+<p class="line">Give place, give place, O driver! such are this
+monarch&rsquo;s ways!&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="first">Then the other man felt he had met his match. &ldquo;I
+can&rsquo;t cap that,&rdquo; said he; &ldquo;your master is better than
+mine.&rdquo; And the new King, who had not said a word all this time,
+thought it was time to be moving; perhaps he had been asleep; anyhow,
+he was not at all angry with his coachman, but out he got, and they let
+the horses loose, and pulled the carriage up on the slope to let King
+Godfrey pass by. But King Godfrey, before he went on, gave the other
+King a little good advice, which the King promised to take; for in that
+strange country people used to follow good advice sometimes. And then
+they said &ldquo;Good-bye,&rdquo; and both went back home again, and
+both of them ruled their countries well until they died. The other
+King, we may be sure, was all the better for that lesson; and I hope
+Godfrey did not become conceited in that strange country, as he would
+have been if he lived here with us. <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb120" href="#pb120" name="pb120">120</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1879width"><img src="images/p120.gif" alt=
+"Boy carrying large book." width="190" height="319"></div>
+<p class="trailer xd20e1884">FINIS</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb121" href="#pb121" name=
+"pb121">121</a>]</span></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="back">
+<div class="div1"><span class="pagenum">[<a href=
+"#toc">Contents</a>]</span>
+<div class="divBody">
+<p class="first"><i><span class="xd20e1891">MR. DAVID NUTT&rsquo;S LIST
+OF</span> GIFT-BOOKS FOR CHILDREN OF ALL AGES, for the most part fully
+illustrated by leading artists in black and white, sumptuously printed
+on specially made paper, bound in attractive and original covers, and
+sold at the lowest price consistent with equitable remuneration to
+authors and artists, and beauty and durability of get up.</i></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e1896width"><img src="images/p121.gif" alt=
+"Indian woman telling story to European child." width="328" height=
+"328"></div>
+<p class="xd20e105"><b>CONTENTS.</b></p>
+<p class="xd20e105">FAIRY TALES OF THE BRITISH EMPIRE.<br>
+WORKS BY HIS HONOUR JUDGE E. A. PARRY.<br>
+WORKS BY MRS. RADFORD.<br>
+WORKS ILLUSTRATED BY MISS WINIFRED SMITH.<br>
+WORKS BY MRS. LEIGHTON, ASBJ&Ouml;RNSEN, ETC.</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first xd20e1915">All works in the present list may be had
+post free from the Publisher at the annexed prices, and are kept on
+sale by the leading booksellers of the United Kingdom.</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb122" href="#pb122" name=
+"pb122">122</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e1921"><b>&ldquo;The Ideal Gift-Books of the
+Season.&rdquo;</b></p>
+<p class="xd20e1925">FAIRY TALES OF THE</p>
+<p class="xd20e1927">BRITISH EMPIRE.</p>
+<p class="xd20e1929">Collected and Edited by JOSEPH JACOBS.</p>
+<p class="xd20e1929">Illustrated by J. D. BATTEN.</p>
+<p class="dropcap">Mr. <span class="sc">Jacobs&rsquo; Fairy
+Tales,</span> which have been appearing since 1890, have won immediate
+and widespread acceptance. The choice of matter, the simplicity and
+suitable character of the language of the text, the beauty, humour, and
+charm of Mr. <span class="sc">Batten</span>&rsquo;s illustrations, and
+the large and legible type, have commended the series alike to children
+and to lovers of art; whilst the prefaces and elaborate notes,
+parallels, and references added by the Editor, have made them
+indispensable to the increasingly large portion of the public
+interested in the history and arch&aelig;ology of popular fiction.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;Fairy Tales of the British Empire&rdquo; are to be had in two
+forms, at 3s. 6d. and at 6s. a volume.</p>
+<p>In so far as Tales and Illustrations are concerned, the 3s. 6d.
+Edition will be the same as the original 6s. one. But the
+Editor&rsquo;s Prefaces, Notes, Parallels, and References are
+omitted.</p>
+<p>A full list of the Series, a specimen of Mr. <span class=
+"sc">Batten</span>&rsquo;s beautiful Illustrations, and a very small
+selection from the numberless kindly notices which the Press has
+bestowed upon the Series, will be found on the following pages.
+<span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb123" href="#pb123" name=
+"pb123">123</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"></p>
+<p><b>English Fairy Tales.</b> <i>Complete</i> Edition, xvi., 255
+pages, 9 full-page Plates, and numerous Illustrations in the text.
+Designed Cloth Cover, Uncut or Gilt Edges. <b>6s.</b></p>
+<p>The same. <i>Children&rsquo;s</i> Edition, viii., 227 pages, 7
+full-page Plates, and numerous Illustrations in text. Cloth, Cut.
+<b>3s. 6d.</b></p>
+<p><b>More English Fairy Tales.</b> <i>Complete</i> Edition, xvi., 243
+pages, 8 full-page, and numerous Illustrations in text. Designed Cloth
+Cover, Uncut or Gilt Edges. <b>6s.</b></p>
+<p>The same. <i>Children&rsquo;s</i> Edition, viii., 214 pages, 7
+full-page Plates, and numerous Illustrations in text. Cloth, Cut.
+<b>3s. 6d.</b></p>
+<p><b>Celtic Fairy Tales.</b> <i>Complete</i> Edition, xvi., 274 pages,
+8 full-page Plates, numerous Illustrations in text. Designed Cloth
+Cover, Uncut or Gilt Edges. <b>6s.</b></p>
+<p>The same. <i>Children&rsquo;s</i> Edition, viii., 236 pages, 7
+full-page Plates and numerous Illustrations in text. Cloth, Cut. 3s.
+6d.</p>
+<p><b>More Celtic Fairy Tales.</b> <i>Complete</i> Edition, xvi., 234
+pages, 8 full-page Plates, numerous Illustrations in text. Designed
+Cloth Cover, Uncut or Gilt Edges. <b>6s.</b></p>
+<p>The same. <i>Children&rsquo;s</i> Edition, viii., 217 pages, 7
+full-page Plates, and numerous Illustrations in text. Cloth, Cut.
+<b>3s. 6d.</b></p>
+<p><b>Indian Fairy Tales.</b> <i>Complete</i> Edition, xvi., 255 pages,
+9 full-page Plates, and numerous Illustrations in text. Designed Cloth
+Cover, Uncut or Gilt Edges. <b>6s.</b></p>
+</div>
+<p class="xd20e105"><i>No Children&rsquo;s Edition of the &ldquo;Indian
+Fairy Tales&rdquo; will be issued for the present.</i></p>
+<p class="xd20e1915"><i>N.B.</i>&mdash;A few copies of the Japanese
+Vellum Issues, printed in large 8vo, with double state of the plates,
+are still to be had of Indian, More Celtic, and More English Fairy
+Tales. Prices may be learnt on application to the Publisher. The
+special issues of English and Celtic Fairy Tales, entirely out of
+print, command a heavy premium. <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb124"
+href="#pb124" name="pb124">124</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e2045width"><img src="images/p124.jpg" alt=
+"Specimen of Mr. Batten&rsquo;s full-page Illustrations to &ldquo;Fairy Tales of the British Empire.&rdquo;"
+width="489" height="720">
+<p class="figureHead">Specimen of Mr. Batten&rsquo;s full-page
+Illustrations to &ldquo;Fairy Tales of the British Empire.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb125" href="#pb125" name=
+"pb125">125</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Some Press Notices</p>
+<p class="xd20e2053">OF</p>
+<p class="xd20e1925">JACOBS&rsquo; AND BATTEN&rsquo;S FAIRY TALES.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2057"><i>English Fairy Tales.</i></p>
+<p><i>Daily Graphic.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;As a collection of fairy tales to
+delight children of all ages, ranks second to none.&rdquo;
+<i>Globe.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A delight alike to the young people and
+their elders.&rdquo; <i>England.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A most delightful
+volume of fairy tales.&rdquo; <i>Daily News.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A more
+desirable child&rsquo;s book ... has not been seen for many a
+day.&rdquo; <i>Athen&aelig;um.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;From first to last,
+almost without exception, these stories are delightful.&rdquo;
+<span class="sc">E. S. Hartland.</span>&mdash;&ldquo;The most
+delightful book of fairy tales, taking form and contents together, ever
+presented to children.&rdquo; <span class="sc">Miss
+Thackeray.</span>&mdash;&ldquo;This delightful book.&rdquo; <i>Review
+of Reviews.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Nothing could be more
+fascinating.&rdquo;</p>
+<p class="xd20e2057"><i>Celtic Fairy Tales.</i></p>
+<p><i>Scotsman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;One of the best books of stories ever
+put together.&rdquo; <i>Freeman&rsquo;s Journal.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;An
+admirable selection.&rdquo; <i>Ariel.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Delightful
+stories, exquisite illustrations by John D. Batten, and learned
+notes.&rdquo; <i>Daily Telegraph.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A stock of
+delightful little narratives.&rdquo; <i>Daily
+Chronicle.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A charming volume skilfully
+illustrated.&rdquo; <i>Pall Mall Budget.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A perfectly
+lovely book. And oh! the wonderful pictures inside.&rdquo; <i>Liverpool
+Daily Post.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The best fairy book of the present
+season.&rdquo; <i>Oban Times.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Many a mother will bless
+Mr. Jacobs, and many a door will be open to him from Land&rsquo;s End
+to John o&rsquo; Groat&rsquo;s.&rdquo;</p>
+<p class="xd20e2057"><i>More English Fairy Tales.</i></p>
+<p><i>Athen&aelig;um.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Will become more popular with
+children than its predecessor.&rdquo; <i>Notes and
+Queries.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Delightful and in every respect worthy of its
+predecessor.&rdquo; <i>Glasgow Herald.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A more
+delightful collection of fairy tales could hardly be wished for.&rdquo;
+<i>Glasgow Evening News.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The new volume of
+&lsquo;English Fairy Tales&rsquo; is worthy of the one that went
+before, and this is really saying a great deal.&rdquo;</p>
+<p class="xd20e2057"><i>More Celtic Fairy Tales.</i></p>
+<p><i>Daily Chronicle.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A bright exemplar of almost all
+a fairy-tale book should be.&rdquo; <i>Saturday
+Review.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Delightful for reading and profitable for
+comparison.&rdquo; <i>Notes and Queries.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A delightful
+companion into a land of enchantment.&rdquo; <i>Irish Daily
+Independent.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Full of bold and beautiful
+illustrations.&rdquo; <i>North British Daily Mail.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The
+stories are admirable, and nothing could be better in their way than
+the designs.&rdquo; <i>News of the World.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Mr. Batten
+has a real genius for depicting fairy folk.&rdquo;</p>
+<p class="xd20e2057"><i>Indian Fairy Tales.</i></p>
+<p><i>Dublin Daily Express.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Unique and charming
+anthology.&rdquo; <i>Daily News.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Good for the
+schoolroom and the study.&rdquo; <i>Star.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Illustrated
+with a charming freshness of fancy.&rdquo; <i>Gloucester
+Journal.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A book which is something more than a
+valuable addition to folk-lore; a book for the student as well as for
+the child.&rdquo; <i>Scotsman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Likely to prove a
+perfect success.&rdquo; <i>Literary World.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Admirably
+grouped, and very enjoyable.&rdquo; <span class="pagenum">[<a id=
+"pb126" href="#pb126" name="pb126">126</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e1925">WORKS BY HIS HONOUR</p>
+<p class="xd20e2186">JUDGE EDWARD ABBOTT PARRY.</p>
+<p class="xd20e1929">Illustrated by ARCHIE MACGREGOR.</p>
+<p class="dropcap">The issue of <i>Katawampus: its Treatment and
+Cure</i>, in the Christmas Season of 1895, revealed a writer for
+children who, in originality, spontaneity, and fulness of humour as
+well as in sympathy with and knowledge of childhood, may be compared,
+and not to his disadvantage, with Lewis Carroll. And, as is the case
+with &ldquo;Alice in Wonderland,&rdquo; an illustrator was found whose
+sympathy with his author and capacity for rendering his conceptions
+have won immediate and widespread recognition<span class="corr" id=
+"xd20e2195" title="Source: ,">.</span> A specimen of the illustrations
+and a small selection from the press notices will be found
+overleaf.</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><b><i>KATAWAMPUS</i></b>: its Treatment and Cure.
+Second Edition. 96 pages, Cloth. <b><i>3s.</i></b>
+<b><i>6d.</i></b></p>
+<p><b><i>BUTTER-SCOTIA</i></b>, or, a Cheap Trip to Fairy Land. 180
+pages. Map of Butter-Scotia, many Full-page Plates and Illustrations in
+the Text. Bound in specially designed Cloth Cover.
+<b><i>6s.</i></b></p>
+<p><b><i>KATAWAMPUS KANTICLES.</i></b> Music by Sir J. F. Bridge, Mus.
+Doc., Organist of Westminster Abbey. Words by His Honour Judge
+<span class="sc">E. A. Parry</span>. Illustrated Cover, representing
+Kapellmeister Krab, by <span class="sc">Archie Macgregor</span>. Royal
+8vo, <b><i>1s.</i></b></p>
+</div>
+<p class="xd20e105"><b>For Christmas 1897.</b></p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><b><i>THE FIRST BOOK OF KRAB.</i></b> Christmas
+Stories for Children of all Ages. 132 pages, with many Full-page Plates
+and Illustrations in the Text. Bound in specially designed Cloth Cover.
+<b><i>3s. 6d.</i></b></p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb127" href="#pb127" name=
+"pb127">127</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e105"><span class="xd20e2254">KATAWAMPUS:</span>
+<span class="sc">Its Treatment and Cure</span>.<br>
+By His Honour Judge E. A. PARRY.<br>
+<i>Illustrated by ARCHIE MACGREGOR.</i><br>
+<span class="xd20e2269">Second Edition, Cloth, 3s. 6d.</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Press Notices.</p>
+<p>&ldquo;One of the very best books of the season.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>The
+World.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;A very delightful and original book.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Review
+of Reviews.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;The book is one of rare drollery, and the verses and pictures
+are capital of their kind.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Saturday Review.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;We strongly advise both parents and children to read the
+book.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Guardian.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;A truly delightful little book....&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Pall Mall
+Gazette.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;A tale full of jinks and merriment.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Daily
+Chronicle.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;The brightest, wittiest, and most logical fairy-tale we have
+read for a long time.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Westminster Gazette.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Its fun is of the sort that children revel in and
+&lsquo;grown-ups&rsquo; also relish, so spontaneous and irresistible is
+it.&rdquo; <i>Manchester Guardian.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;A delightful extravaganza of the &lsquo;Wonderland&rsquo;
+type, but by no means a slavish imitation.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Glasgow
+Herald.</i></p>
+<p>&ldquo;Since &lsquo;Alice in Wonderland&rsquo; there has not been a
+book more calculated to become a favourite in the
+nursery.&rdquo;&mdash;<i>Baby.</i></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e2325width"><img src="images/p127.gif" alt=
+"Got him this time" width="385" height="337">
+<p class="figureHead">Got him this time</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb128" href="#pb128" name=
+"pb128">128</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e1925">THE BOOK OF WONDER VOYAGES.</p>
+<p class="xd20e105">Edited with Introduction and Notes by JOSEPH
+JACOBS.</p>
+<p class="xd20e105"><i>Illustrated by J. D. BATTEN.</i></p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first">Square demy 8vo, sumptuously printed in large clear
+type on specially manufactured paper, at the Ballantyne Press. With
+Photogravure Frontispiece, and many Full-page Illustrations and Designs
+in the Text. Specially designed Cloth Cover, 6s.</p>
+</div>
+<p><i>Contents.</i>&mdash;The Argonauts&mdash;The Voyage of
+Maelduin&mdash;The Journeyings of Hasan of Bassorah to the Islands of
+Wak-Wak&mdash;How Thorkill went to the Under World and Eric the
+Far-Travelled to Paradise.</p>
+<p><i>This, the latest of the volumes in which Mr. Jacobs and Mr.
+Batten have collaborated with such admirable results, will be welcomed
+as heartily as its predecessors by the children of the English-speaking
+world. A specimen of Mr. Batten&rsquo;s illustration is
+appended.</i></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e2352width"><img src="images/p128.gif" alt=
+"Two girls tied next to pilars and bowl with fire." width="474" height=
+"398"></div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb129" href="#pb129" name=
+"pb129">129</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><i>WORKS ILLUSTRATED BY MISS WINIFRED SMITH, Silver
+and Gold Medallist, South Kensington, Winner of the Princess of
+Wales&rsquo; Prize, etc. etc.</i></p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">CHILDREN&rsquo;S SINGING GAMES,</span> with
+the Tunes to which they are Sung. Collected and Edited by <span class=
+"sc">Alice Bertha Gomme</span>. Pictured in Black and White by
+<span class="sc">Winifred Smith</span>. Two Series, each 3s. 6d.</p>
+<div class="figure floatLeft xd20e2373width"><img src="images/p129.gif"
+alt="POOR PENNY JONES" width="161" height="569">
+<p class="figureHead">POOR PENNY JONES</p>
+</div>
+<p>Charming albums in small oblong 4to, printed on antique paper and
+bound in specially designed cloth cover, and serving equally for the
+nursery, the schoolroom, and the drawing-room. Mrs. Gomme, the first
+living authority on English games, has carefully chosen the finest and
+most interesting of the old traditional singing games, has provided
+accurate text and music, has given precise directions for playing, and
+added notes pointing out the historical interests of these survivals of
+old world practices. The humour, spirit, and grace of Miss Winifred
+Smith&rsquo;s drawings may be sufficiently gauged from the annexed
+specimens and from the following press notices.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Some Press Notices of &ldquo;Children&rsquo;s
+Singing Games.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Baby.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A delightful gift for little boys and
+girls.... Cannot fail to become quickly popular.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Journal of Education.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Most charmingly
+illustrated.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Saturday Review.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A truly fascinating book.... It
+is hopeless to make a choice which is best. The traditional rhymes and
+music, so quaintly and prettily illustrated, with moreover so much
+humour and go in all the designs, are charming.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Scotsman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The pictures must please anybody who
+can appreciate delicate humour.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Bookman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The designs are witty, pretty, and
+effective.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Sylvia&rsquo;s Journal.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The illustrations are
+charming.&rdquo; <span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb130" href="#pb130"
+name="pb130">130</a>]</span></p>
+<div class="figure xd20e2408width"><img src="images/p130.gif" alt=
+"Looby Loo Continued" width="398" height="414">
+<p class="figureHead">Looby Loo Continued</p>
+</div>
+<p class="xd20e2412">NURSERY SONGS AND RHYMES OF ENGLAND.</p>
+<p>Pictured in Black and White by <span class="sc">Winifred
+Smith</span>. Small 4to. Printed on hand-made paper. In specially
+designed cloth cover, 3s. 6d.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2419">Some Press Notices of &ldquo;Nursery Songs and
+Rhymes.&rdquo;</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><i>Literary World.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Delightfully
+illustrated.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Athen&aelig;um.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Very cleverly drawn and humorous
+designs.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Manchester Guardian.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;All the designs are very
+apt and suited to the comprehension of a child.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Scotsman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The designs are full of grace and fun,
+and give the book an artistic value not common in nursery
+literature.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Globe.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;The drawings are distinctly amusing and
+sure to delight children.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Star.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Really a beautiful book.... Winifred Smith
+has revelled into old rhymes, and young and old alike will in their
+turn revel in the results of her artistic revelry.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Pall Mall Gazette.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;No book of nursery rhymes has
+charmed us so much.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Magazine of Art.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Quite a good book of its
+kind.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Woman.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Miss Smith&rsquo;s drawings are now
+celebrated and are indeed very beautiful, decorative, and full of
+na&iuml;ve humour.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb131" href="#pb131" name=
+"pb131">131</a>]</span></p>
+<p class="xd20e105"><i>WORKS BY MRS. ERNEST RADFORD.</i></p>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">SONGS FOR SOMEBODY.</span> Verses by
+<span class="sc">Dollie Radford</span>. Pictures by <span class=
+"sc">Gertrude Bradley</span>. Square crown 8vo. Six plates printed in
+colour by <span class="sc">Edmund Evans</span>, and 36 designs in
+monochrome. Coloured cover by <span class="sc">Louis Davis</span>. 3s.
+6d.</p>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">GOOD NIGHT.</span> Verses by <span class=
+"sc">Dollie Radford</span>. Designs by <span class="sc">Louis
+Davis</span>. Forty pages entirely designed by the artist and pulled on
+the finest and the thickest cartridge paper. Boards and canvas back
+with label, 2s. 6d.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Some Press Notices.</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><i>Daily Chronicle.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;As far as we know
+no one else sings quite like Mrs. Radford; hers is a bird&rsquo;s
+note&mdash;thin, high, with a sweet thrill in it, and the thrill is a
+home thrill, a nest thrill.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Commonwealth.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;We have read with pure enjoyment
+Mrs. Radford&rsquo;s slight but charming cycle of rhymes.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Star.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A tender spirit of motherhood inspires
+Mrs. Radford&rsquo;s simple little songs.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Review of Reviews.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Very charming poems for
+children not unworthy even to be mentioned in the same breath with
+Stevenson&rsquo;s &lsquo;Child&rsquo;s Garden of Verses.&rsquo;&rdquo;
+<i>Athen&aelig;um.</i>&mdash;&rdquo;&rsquo;Good Night&rsquo; is one of
+the daintiest little books we have seen for years. The verses are
+graceful and pretty, and the illustrations excellent. It will please
+both young and old.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Literary World.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Charming little songs of
+childhood.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>New Age.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Mrs. Radford is closely in touch with a
+child&rsquo;s mind, and her ideal child is a nice, soft, loving little
+creature whom we all want to caress in our arms.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Artist.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Since Blake died never has a book been
+produced which can so truly be described as a labour of love to the
+artist as &lsquo;Good Night.&rsquo;&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<hr class="tb">
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">MEDI&AElig;VAL LEGENDS.</span> Being a
+Gift-Book to the Children of England, of Five Old-World Tales from
+France and Germany. Demy 8vo. Designed cloth cover, 3s. 6d.</p>
+<p><i>Contents.</i>&mdash;The Mysterious History of Melusina&mdash;The
+Story of &AElig;sop&mdash;The Rhyme of the Seven Swabians&mdash;The
+Sweet and Touching Tale of Fleur and Blanchefleur&mdash;The Wanderings
+of Duke Ernest.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Some Press Notices.</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><i>Saturday Review.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A capital
+selection of famous legends.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Times.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;There can be no question as to the value
+of this gift.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Morning Post.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Full of romantic incident, of
+perilous adventure by land and sea.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Guardian.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;This delightful volume.... In all
+respects admirable.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>World.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;An elegant and tasteful
+volume.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum">[<a id="pb132" href="#pb132" name=
+"pb132">132</a>]</span></p>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">THE HAPPY PRINCE,</span> and other Tales. By
+<span class="sc">Oscar Wilde</span>. 116 pages, small 4to. Beautifully
+printed in old-faced type, on cream-laid paper, with wide margins.
+Bound in Japanese vellum cover, printed in red and black. With three
+full-page Plates by <span class="sc">Walter Crane</span>, and eleven
+Vignettes by <span class="sc">Jacomb Hood</span>. Second Edition. 3s.
+6d.</p>
+<p class="xd20e2051">Some Press Notices.</p>
+<div class="blockquote">
+<p class="first"><i>Christian Leader.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Beautiful
+exceedingly; charmingly devised&mdash;exquisitely told.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Universal Review.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Heartily
+recommended.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Athen&aelig;um.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;Mr. Wilde possesses the gift of
+writing fairy tales in a rare degree.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Dublin Evening Mail.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;A beautiful book in every
+sense.&rdquo;</p>
+<p><i>Glasgow Herald.</i>&mdash;&ldquo;It is difficult to speak too
+highly of these tales.&rdquo;</p>
+</div>
+<p class="xd20e2600">For Christmas 1897.</p>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">FAIRY TALES FROM THE FAR NORTH.</span> By
+<span class="sc">P. C. Asbj&ouml;rnsen</span>. Translated by
+<span class="sc">H. L. Br&aelig;kstad</span>. With 94 Illustrations by
+<span class="sc">E. Werenskiold</span>, <span class="sc">T.
+Kittelsen</span>, and <span class="sc">H. Sinding</span>. Small 4to
+(&ldquo;Wonder Voyages&rdquo; size), beautifully printed at the
+Ballantyne Press on specially manufactured paper. Cloth, designed
+Cover. <i><b>6s.</b></i></p>
+<p>&#8258; <i>The raciest and quaintest of stories, the most spirited
+and humorous of illustrations.</i></p>
+<p><span class="xd20e2254">THE GIANT CRAB,</span> and other Tales from
+Old India. Retold by <span class="sc">W. H. D. Rouse</span>. Profusely
+Illustrated by <span class="sc">W. Robinson</span>. Square crown 8vo,
+beautifully printed at the Ballantyne Press on special paper. Designed
+cloth cover. <i><b>3s. 6d.</b></i></p>
+<p>&#8258; <i>Adaptation for English children of Tales from the Oldest
+Story Book in the world, the Jatakas, or Birth-stories of
+Buddha.</i></p>
+</div>
+</div>
+<div class="transcribernote">
+<h2 class="main">Colophon</h2>
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+<p class="first">This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no
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+<td class="width20" valign="top"><a class="pageref" href=
+"#xd20e721">29</a></td>
+<td class="width40" valign="bottom">by-and-bye</td>
+<td class="width40" valign="bottom">by-and-by</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td class="width20" valign="top"><a class="pageref" href=
+"#xd20e1391">80</a>, <a class="pageref" href="#xd20e2195">126</a></td>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old
+India, by W.H.D. Rouse
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+Title: The Giant Crab and Other Tales from Old India
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+Author: W.H.D. Rouse
+
+Illustrator: W. Robinson
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+                             THE GIANT CRAB
+                     And Other Tales from Old India
+
+
+                               Retold by
+                             W. H. D. ROUSE
+
+                       Illustrated by W. Robinson
+
+
+                                 London
+                      David Nutt, 270-271, Strand
+                                  1897
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+WARNING
+
+To the Studious or Scientific Reader
+
+
+I hope no one will imagine this to be a scientific book. It is meant to
+amuse children; and if it succeeds in this, its aim will be hit. Thus
+the stories here given, although grounded upon the great Buddhist
+collection named below, have been ruthlessly altered wherever this
+would better suit them for the purpose in view; and probably some of
+them Buddha himself would fail to recognise.
+
+My thanks are due to the Syndics of the Cambridge University Press
+for permitting the use of their translation of the Jataka Book; [1]
+from which comes the groundwork of the stories, and occasionally a
+phrase or a versicle is borrowed. To this work I refer all scholars,
+folk-lorists and scientific persons generally: warning them that if
+they plunge deeper into these pages, they will be horribly shocked.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                                                    Page
+
+    The Giant Crab                                     1
+    The Hypocritical Cat                               6
+    The Crocodile and the Monkey                       9
+    The Axe, the Drum, the Bowl, and the Diamond      14
+    The Wise Parrot and the Foolish Parrot            26
+    The Dishonest Friend                              30
+    The Mouse and the Farmer                          34
+    The Talkative Tortoise                            38
+    The Monkeys and the Gardener                      41
+    The Goblin and the Sneeze                         45
+    The Grateful Beasts and the Ungrateful Prince     49
+    The Goblin in the Pool                            56
+    The Foolish Farmer and the King                   59
+    The Pious Wolf                                    62
+    Birds of a Feather                                64
+    Spend a Pound to Win a Penny                      68
+    The Cunning Crane and the Crab                    70
+    Union is Strength                                 77
+    Silence is Golden                                 80
+    The Great Yellow King and his Porter              82
+    The Quail and the Falcon                          86
+    Pride Must Have a Fall                            88
+    The Bold Beggar                                   95
+    The Jackal Would A-Wooing Go                      97
+    The Lion and the Boar                            102
+    The Goblin City                                  106
+    Lacknose                                         111
+    The King's Lesson                                114
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GIANT CRAB
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a lake in the mountains, and in that lake
+lived a huge Crab. I daresay you have often seen crabs boiled, and
+put on a dish for you to eat; and perhaps at the seaside you have
+watched them sidling away at the bottom of a pool. Sometimes a boy
+or girl bathing in the sea gets a nip from a crab, and then there is
+squeaking and squealing. But our Crab was much larger than these; he
+was the largest Crab ever heard of; he was bigger than a dining-room
+table, and his claws were as big as an armchair. Fancy what it must
+be to have a nip from such claws as those!
+
+Well, this huge Crab lived all alone in the lake. Now the different
+animals that lived in the wild mountains used to come to that lake
+to drink; deer and antelopes, foxes and wolves, lions and tigers and
+elephants. And whenever they came into the water to drink, the great
+Crab was on the watch; and one of them at least never went up out of
+the water again. The Crab used to nip it with one of his huge claws
+and pull it under, and then the poor beast was drowned, and made a
+fine dinner for the big Crab.
+
+This went on for a long time, and the Crab grew bigger and bigger
+every day, fattening on the animals that came there to drink. So at
+last all the animals were afraid to go near that lake. This was a
+pity, because there was very little water in the mountains, and the
+creatures did not know what to do when they were thirsty.
+
+At last a great Elephant made up his mind to put an end to the Crab and
+his doings. So he and his wife agreed that they would lead a herd of
+elephants there to drink, and while the other elephants were drinking,
+they would look out for the Crab.
+
+They did as they arranged. When the herd of elephants got to the
+lake, these two went in first, and kept farthest out in the water,
+watching for the Crab; and the others drank, and trumpeted, and washed
+themselves close inshore.
+
+Soon they had had enough, and began to go out of the water; and then,
+sure enough, the Elephant felt a tremendous nip on the leg. The Crab
+had crawled up under the water and got him fast. He nodded to his wife,
+who bravely stayed by his side; and then she began:
+
+"Dear Mr. Crab!" she said, "please let my husband go!"
+
+The Crab poked his eyes out of the water. You know a crab's eyes
+grow on a kind of little stalk; and this Crab was so big, that his
+eyes looked like two thick tree-trunks, with a cannon-ball on the top
+of each. Now this Crab was a great flirt, or rather he used to be a
+great flirt, but lately he had nobody to flirt with, because he had
+eaten up all the creatures that came near him. And Mrs. Elephant was
+a beautiful elephant, with a shiny brown skin, and elegant flapping
+ears, and a curly trunk, and two white tusks that twinkled when she
+smiled. So when the big Crab saw this beautiful elephant, he thought
+he would like to have a kiss; and he said in a wheedling tone:
+
+"Dear little Elephant! Will you give me a kiss?"
+
+Then Mrs. Elephant pretended to be very pleased, and put her head
+on one side, and flapped her tail; and she looked so sweet and so
+tempting, that the Crab let go the other elephant, and began to crawl
+slowly towards her, waving his eyes about as he went.
+
+All this while Mr. Elephant had been in great pain from the nip of
+the Crab's claw, but he had said nothing, for he was a very brave
+Elephant. But he did not mean to let his wife come to any harm;
+not he! It was all part of their trick. And as soon as he felt his
+leg free, he trumpeted loud and long, and jumped right upon the
+Crab's back!
+
+Crack, crack! went the Crab's shell; for, big as he was, an elephant
+was too heavy for him to carry. Crack, crack, crack! The Elephant
+jumped up and down on his back, and in a very short time the Crab
+was crushed to mincemeat.
+
+What rejoicing there was among the animals when they saw the Crab
+crushed to death! From far and near they came, and passed a vote of
+thanks to the Elephant and his wife, and made them King and Queen of
+all the animals in the mountains.
+
+As for the Crab, there was nothing left of him but his claws, which
+were so hard that nothing could even crack them; so they were left in
+the pool. And in the autumn there came a great flood, and carried the
+claws down into the river; and the river carried them hundreds of miles
+away, to a great city; where the King's sons found them, and made out
+of them two immense drums, which they always beat when they go to war;
+and the very sound of these drums is enough to frighten the enemy away.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE HYPOCRITICAL CAT
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a troop of Rats that used to live in holes
+by a river side. A certain Cat often saw them going to and fro, and
+longed to have them to eat. But he was not strong enough to attack
+them all together; besides, that would not have suited his purpose,
+because most of them would have run away.
+
+So he used to stand early in the morning, not far from their holes,
+with his face towards the sun, snuffing up the air, and standing on
+one leg.
+
+The Rats wondered why he did that, so one day they all trooped up to
+him in a body, and asked the reason.
+
+"What is your name, sir?" they began.
+
+"Holy is my name," said the Cat.
+
+"Why do you stand on one leg?"
+
+"Because if I stood on all four, the earth could not bear my weight."
+
+"And why do you keep your mouth open?"
+
+"Because I feed on the air, and never eat anything else."
+
+"And why do you face the sun?"
+
+"Because I worship the sun."
+
+"What a pious Cat!" the Rats all thought. Ever after that, when they
+started out in the morning, they did not fail first to make their bow
+to the Cat one by one, and to show thus their respect for his piety.
+
+This was just what our Cat wanted. Every day, as they filed past,
+he waited till the tail of the string came up; then like lightning
+pounced upon the hindmost, and gobbled him up in a trice; after which
+he stood on one leg as before, licking his lips greedily.
+
+For a while all went well for the Cat's plan; but at last the Chief
+of the Rats noticed that the troop seemed to grow smaller. Here and
+there he missed some familiar face. He could not make it out; but at
+last a thought came into his mind, that perhaps the pious Cat might
+know more about it than he chose to tell.
+
+Next day accordingly, he posted himself at the tail of the troop,
+where he could see everything that went on; and as the Rats one by
+one bowed before the Cat, he watched the Cat out of the end of his eye.
+
+As he came up, the Cat prepared for his pounce. But our Rat was ready
+for him, and dodged out of the way.
+
+"Aha!" says the Rat, "so that is your piety! Feeds on the air, does
+he! and worships the sun--eh? What a humbug!" And with one spring he
+was at the Cat's throat, and his sharp teeth fast. The other Rats
+heard the scuffle, and came trooping back; and it was crunch and
+munch, till not a vestige remained of the hypocritical Cat. Those
+who came first had cat to eat, and those who came last went sniffing
+about at the mouths of their friends, and asking what was the taste
+of catsmeat. And ever after the Rats lived in peace and happiness.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CROCODILE AND THE MONKEY
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a deep and wide river, and in this
+river lived a crocodile. I do not know whether you have ever
+seen a crocodile; but if you did see one, I am sure you would be
+frightened. They are very long, twice as long as your bed; and they
+are covered with hard green or yellow scales; and they have a wide
+flat snout, and a huge jaw with hundreds of sharp teeth, so big that
+it could hold you all at once inside it. This crocodile used to lie
+all day in the mud, half under water, basking in the sun, and never
+moving; but if any little animal came near, he would jump up, and open
+his big jaws, and snap it up as a dog snaps up a fly. And if you had
+gone near him, he would have snapped you up too, just as easily.
+
+On the bank of this river lived a monkey. He spent the day climbing
+about the trees, and eating nuts or wild fruit; but he had been there
+so long, that there was hardly any fruit left upon the trees.
+
+Now it so happened that the crocodile's wife cast a longing eye on this
+Monkey. She was very dainty in her eating, was Mrs. Crocodile, and
+she liked the tit-bits. So one morning she began to cry. Crocodile's
+tears are very big, and as her tears dropped into the water, splash,
+splash, splash, Mr. Crocodile woke up from his snooze, and looked
+round to see what was the matter.
+
+"Why, wife," said he, "what are you crying about?"
+
+"I'm hungry!" whimpered Mrs. Crocodile.
+
+"All right," said he, "wait a while. I'll soon catch you something."
+
+"But I want that Monkey's heart!" said Mrs. Crocodile. Splash, splash,
+splash, went her tears again.
+
+"Come, come, cheer up," said Mr. Crocodile. He was very fond of
+his wife, and he would have wiped away her tears, only he had no
+pocket-handkerchief. "Cheer up!" said he; "I'll see what I can do."
+
+His wife dried her tears, and Mr. Crocodile lay down again on the
+mud, thinking. He thought for a whole hour. You see, though he was
+very big, he was very stupid. At last he heaved a sigh of relief,
+for he thought he had hit upon a clever plan.
+
+He wallowed along the bank to a place just underneath a big tree. Up
+on the tree our Monkey was swinging by his tail, and chattering
+to himself.
+
+"Monkey!" he called out, in the softest voice he could manage. It
+was not very soft, something like a policeman's rattle; but it was
+the best he could do, with all those sharp teeth.
+
+The Monkey stopped swinging, and looked down. The Crocodile had never
+spoken to him before, and he felt rather surprised.
+
+"Monkey, dear!" called the Crocodile, again.
+
+"Well, what is it?" asked the Monkey.
+
+"I'm sure you must be hungry," said Mr. Crocodile. "I see you have
+eaten all the fruit on these trees; but why don't you try the trees
+on the other side of the river? Just look, apples, pears, quinces,
+plums, anything you could wish for! And heaps of them!"
+
+"That is all very well," said the Monkey. "But how can I get across
+a wide river like this?"
+
+"Oh!" said the cunning Crocodile, "that is easily managed. I like
+your looks, and I want to do you a good turn. Jump on my back, and
+I'll swim across; then you can enjoy yourself!"
+
+Never had the Monkey had an offer so tempting. He swung round a branch
+three times in his joy; his eyes glistened, and without thinking a
+moment, down he jumped on the Crocodile's back.
+
+The Crocodile began to swim slowly across. The Monkey fixed his eyes
+on the opposite bank with its glorious fruit trees, and danced for
+joy. Suddenly he felt the water about his feet! It rose to his legs,
+it rose to his middle. The Crocodile was sinking!
+
+"Mr. Crocodile! Mr. Crocodile! take care!" said he. "You'll drown me!"
+
+"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed the Crocodile, snapping his great jaws. "So
+you thought I was taking you across out of pure good nature! You are
+a green monkey, to be sure. The truth is, my wife has taken a fancy
+to you, and wants your heart to eat! If you had seen her crying this
+morning, I am sure you would have pitied her."
+
+"What a good thing you told me!" said the Monkey. (He was a very clever
+Monkey, and had his wits about him.) "Wait a bit, and I'll tell you
+why. My heart, I think you said? Why, I never carry my heart inside
+me; that would be too dangerous. If we Monkeys went jumping about the
+trees with our hearts inside, we should knock them to bits in no time."
+
+The Crocodile rose up to the surface again. He felt very glad he had
+not drowned the Monkey, because, as I said, he was a stupid creature,
+and did not see that the Monkey was playing him a trick.
+
+"Oh," said he, "where is your heart, then?"
+
+"Do you see that cluster of round things up in the tree there, on the
+further bank? Those are our hearts, all in a bunch; and pretty safe
+too, at that height, I should hope!" It was really a fig-tree, and
+certainly the figs did look very much like a bunch of hearts. "Just
+you take me across," he went on, "and I'll climb up and drop my heart
+down; I can do very well without it."
+
+"You excellent creature!" said the Crocodile, "so I will!"
+
+And he swam across the river. The Monkey leapt lightly off the
+Crocodile's back, and swung himself up the fig-tree. Then he sat down
+on a branch, and began to eat the figs with great enjoyment.
+
+"Your heart, please!" called out the Crocodile. "Can't you see I'm
+waiting?"
+
+"Well, wait as long as you like!" said the Monkey. "Are you such a
+fool as to think that any creature keeps its heart in a tree? Your
+body is big, but your wit is little. No, no; here I am, and here I
+mean to stay. Many thanks for bringing me over!"
+
+The Crocodile snapped his jaws in disgust, and went back to his wife,
+feeling very foolish, as he was; and the Monkey had such a feast in
+the fig-tree as he never had in his life before.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE AXE, THE DRUM, THE BOWL, AND THE DIAMOND
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a poor young man who went out into the world
+to seek his fortune. He went aboard a ship sailing across the ocean;
+and after they had sailed for a year and a day, suddenly a great storm
+arose. The rain descended, and the wind blew, and it blew so hard and
+so wild, that the ship went miles out of her course, and the skipper
+could not tell where they were. And then, in the middle of the night,
+a great crash came, and the ship was dashed upon a reef. The waves
+beat and battered it, and turned it topsy-turvy, and the end of it
+was that every soul was drowned except the poor young man.
+
+The waves washed him ashore, more dead than alive, and on the shore
+he lay till next morning, when the sun warmed him and woke him up
+from his faint. He got up and looked about him, and wandered over
+the place, which he found was an island. It did not take him long to
+walk round it; and then he saw that it was a small island, and far as
+the eye could reach not another speck of land was to be seen. There
+were plenty of trees growing in the island, with fruit and flowers,
+bananas and cocoanuts, and springs of water; but on the trees were
+no birds, and no animals ran about on the ground. So he lived on the
+fruits and roots, and did the best he could.
+
+One day, to his great surprise, he saw a black thing in the sky; and,
+still more surprising, the black thing had no wings. Yet it was flying,
+and flew nearer and nearer, until he saw that it was a large wild
+pig. How could a pig fly through the air? He rubbed his eyes and looked
+again; yes, a pig it was beyond all doubt; and it flew closer and
+closer until it came to the island. He hid behind a bush, and saw the
+pig sink slowly to the ground and lie down under a tree. Soon the pig
+was fast asleep and snoring. He went up close, and, to his amazement,
+by the pig's side, was the most magnificent diamond he ever saw. It
+blazed and sparkled in the sun and looked like a ball of fire. He
+stepped gingerly up to the pig, and took hold of the diamond; the pig
+was very sleepy and snored away heartily. As he turned the diamond
+about in his hand and saw it flash, he suddenly thought to himself,
+"What if the pig should wake? He looks fierce, he has great sharp
+tusks, and I have nothing to defend myself with. If I were only up
+in that tree, now----" But what on earth had happened? As the thought
+came into his mind, he found himself perched in the tree-top.
+
+For a little while he was quite dazed and dizzy. Then he began to
+wonder if it could be the diamond which had done this miracle. So
+just to try, he wished himself down again; and there he was, without
+knowing how! He began to understand that this was a magic diamond,
+and something which he must take great care of. Then he wished himself
+up in the tree again.
+
+When he was in the tree once more, he picked off a nut that was
+growing on the tree, and dropped it upon the pig's nose. The pig
+woke up, raised his head, and looked round for the diamond; he was
+a very intelligent pig, indeed he was really not a pig at all, but a
+great magician, who used to fly about in the shape of a pig because
+he was as wicked as could be, and preferred being a pig rather than
+a man. There are really a great many people like that, only we see
+them in the shape of men and do not know the difference.
+
+Now when this pig saw that his diamond was gone, he fell in a fury; for
+all his power lay in the diamond, and without it he was nothing more
+than any other pig. So he glared and snorted, and looked all round,
+and down, and up--and then he saw the man who had dropped the nut
+upon his snout! Then his fury knew no bounds; he foamed at the mouth,
+and ran raging round and round the tree; but the man only laughed,
+and dropped more nuts on him. This made him mad indeed, for pigs
+cannot climb trees, and he saw that his diamond was lost, and with
+it all his magical power; so in his madness he charged straight at
+the tree, and ran his tusks right into the trunk. There they stuck,
+and tug as he would, he could not get them out.
+
+The man wished himself down from the tree, and looked about for a large
+stone, with which he battered the pig's skull till it was dead. Then he
+held the diamond over the pig, so that the sun's rays shone down and
+were reflected through it; and so fine and strong was the diamond,
+that in a very short time a delicious smell of roast pork rose to
+his nostrils, and the whole pig was done to a turn, with rich crisp
+crackling. Then he took a sharp shell which he found lying on the
+beach, and carved off slices of the pork, which he ate. It was very
+nice indeed, and he had the best meal he had enjoyed since the ship had
+been wrecked on the reef, and he had been cast ashore on that island.
+
+By-and-by, when he had finished his dinner, it occurred to him that
+as the pig had flown there through the air, so he might fly away. So
+holding his diamond in his hand, he wished to fly through the air to
+the nearest land. Then he felt himself rising, and he was carried
+swiftly through the air, and away, away over the sea; the island
+grew smaller, it became a black patch, it dwindled to a speck in the
+distance. The sun shone warm upon him, the waves sparkled underneath;
+porpoises gambolled about, playing leap-frog in the sea; flying-fish
+came out of the water in a flash of light, and dropped into the water
+again; still he went on, till, as the sun was setting, he came close
+to a sandy beach; and there before long he stood, wondering what he
+should do next.
+
+He looked round, and not far off, behind a clump of bushes, rose a
+thin column of smoke. He put the diamond in his pocket, and walked
+towards the smoke. Soon he saw a queer little hut, and at the door,
+upon the ground, sat a man without any legs. Whether a shark had
+bitten off his legs, or whether he never had any, I cannot tell you,
+for he never told me; but there he sat, like a chessman. He had a
+fur cap, and a fur coat; he did not need any trousers, for he had no
+legs to put them on, as I have told you. In front of him was a fire,
+and over the fire was a spit, and on the spit was a young kid roasting.
+
+"Good evening, sir," said the young man.
+
+"Good evening," said the other.
+
+"Can you give me a night's shelter?" the young man asked.
+
+"Whatever I have, you may share," said the old man with no legs.
+
+So they sat down, and ate a good meal; but the young man was
+rather frightened to see that the other man ate skin, and bones,
+and everything. And he did not like the way the old man eyed him. In
+fact I must tell you, that this old man was another magician, and a
+friend of the magician who looked like a pig; and when any travellers
+came that way, he used to eat them. He did not eat this traveller,
+because the kid was ready roasted; but he meant to do it as soon as
+he should be hungry again.
+
+"How did you get here?" asked the old man.
+
+"I flew over the sea," said the young man.
+
+"Indeed!" said the old man. "And how did you manage that?"
+
+Then the traveller showed his diamond, and told the old man what a
+wonderful stone it was, and how it gave any one power to fly through
+the air.
+
+"If you will give me your diamond," said the old man, "I will give you
+my axe. You see I have no legs, so you may wonder how I live. This is
+the way I live. If I slap this axe on the handle, and say, Wood and
+fire! away it flies, and cuts wood and kindles a fire. If I slap the
+steel, and say, Heads! away it flies, and chops off the head of a goat
+or any animal I want; and then it brings me meat for my dinner. Now
+I have lived here for a thousand years by the help of my axe, and I
+am rather tired of being in one place. I should like to see the world
+before I die, and that is why I want your diamond."
+
+"All right," said the young man, "it's a bargain." They exchanged the
+axe and the diamond; the old man turned it over in his hand, chuckling
+greedily. As soon as the young man got grip of the axe, he smacked
+the steel, and says he, "Heads!" In a jiffy the axe sliced through
+the old man's neck like a turnip, and he had no more head than legs.
+
+Then the traveller picked up the diamond, and put it in his pocket. So
+now he had two magic things instead of one. He blessed his luck,
+and fell asleep very happily inside the old magician's hut.
+
+Next morning, with the diamond in his pocket and the axe on his
+shoulder, the young man set out on his travels. All day long he walked
+through the forest, until at evening time he saw before him another
+hut, like the first, where lived the old man with no legs. Before
+this hut, too, there was a fire burning, and beside the fire sat an
+old man without any arms. Whether a tiger had bitten off his arms or
+whether he never had any, I cannot say, because he never told me;
+but there he sat like a pair of compasses. He had the stump of a
+tree to sit on, and before him was another stump, and on this stump
+was a large bowl of milk, out of which he was drinking. When he saw
+our friend, he tipped over this bowl with his chin; instantly a deep
+roaring river surrounded him and his hut, and he sat in the middle,
+laughing at the young man's surprise. But he did not laugh long, for
+the young man instantly wished himself over the river, and there he
+was. Now it was his turn to laugh.
+
+"How on earth did you do that?" asked the old man. He was much too
+astonished to think of saying good-day.
+
+"Oh, that's nothing," said the young man, and showed him his diamond.
+
+The old man's eyes glistened. He thought how nice it would be to have
+that diamond.
+
+"What do you say to selling me that diamond?" said he.
+
+"What will you give me for it?" asked the young man.
+
+"I will give you this bowl. It is a wishing bowl. Whenever you are
+hungry all you have to do is to wish for something in it, and there
+it is; milk, or soup, or wine; anything that can go in a bowl. And
+if you turn it over, as you saw me do just now, a rushing, roaring
+river pours out, and surrounds you, or, if you like, it will flood
+a whole country and drown every living thing."
+
+"Dear me!" said the young man, "that is a wonderful bowl. Well,
+I agree; I'll give you my diamond for it." So they exchanged the
+bowl and the diamond. The old man took the diamond in his hand and
+watched it sparkle; but he did not watch long, for the young man
+slapped his hatchet and cried, "Heads!" In a jiffy the steel sliced
+through the old man's neck like a cucumber, and he had no more head
+than arms. Then the young man picked up his diamond and put it away in
+his pocket. So now he had three wonderful things instead of two. He
+blessed his good luck, wished for some delicious wine in his bowl,
+drank it, and went to sleep happily, in the old man's hut.
+
+Next morning the young man was up betimes; and after taking a meal
+out of his wishing-bowl, he set out once more to walk through the
+forest. After he had walked for some hours, he heard, far in the
+distance, a loud rub-a-dub-dub, rub-a-dub-dub, boom, boom, boom. He
+felt as if he could hardly help running away; still, with a great
+effort, he began to walk towards the sound, which got louder and
+louder every minute, till at last it made a tremendous din. Then,
+suddenly, just as he came upon a little open glade in the forest, he
+heard a rustle, bustle, jostle, and out of the trees came a great herd
+of elephants, lions, tigers, wolves, and all sorts of wild animals,
+their hair bristling with fright, and every one of them tearing along
+at full speed. They were far too much terrified to notice him, and,
+scurrying across the glade, they vanished among the trees.
+
+By this time the noise had ceased, but it was not long before he came
+upon another little glade, and at the end of the glade was a hut,
+and in front of that hut sat a big black giant with a drum.
+
+"Good day to you!" roared the giant, in a great voice.
+
+"Good day!" said the young man, rather frightened.
+
+"Come and have something to eat!" roared the giant.
+
+"Thank you," said the young man.
+
+They sat down, and the giant offered him some food. But the young
+man thought it was safer not to take any of the giant's food, so he
+pulled out his bowl, and wished for some soup, and sipped it.
+
+"What is that?" asked the giant.
+
+The young man told him it was a wishing bowl, that gave any food
+he wanted. The giant was very much delighted with the wishing bowl,
+and thought that if he could get that bowl, he would be able to eat
+without the trouble of getting things.
+
+"I'll buy that bowl!" he roared.
+
+"What will you give me for it?" asked the young man.
+
+"I will give you this drum," said the giant. "If you beat on one side,
+everybody that hears it will run away."
+
+"Ah, that was why the lions and tigers were running away just
+now!" said the young man.
+
+"Yes," said the giant. "And if you beat on the other side, a splendid
+army of soldiers and horses will spring up out of the ground and
+defend you."
+
+"All right, here you are," said the young man, and gave him the bowl.
+
+The giant took the bowl in great glee, and horrid to tell, wished
+out loud for a bowlful of blood! He began to drink it, but he did not
+finish; for as he buried his nose in the bowl, the young man slapped
+his axe, and said--"Heads!" Down came the axe with a crash on the
+giant's head, and cut it clean in two!
+
+If the young man was glad when he saw the giant's head cleft in two,
+he was gladder when he went inside the giant's hut. For there, all
+round the wall, were the bodies of travellers who had passed that
+way; and they were tied to the uprights of the wall, and their bodies
+were dry as dust, and shrivelled like a medlar. For this giant used
+to catch all travellers and tie them up in his house, and then he
+sucked their blood till they were dry. So when our traveller saw what
+a narrow escape he had had, he determined no longer to remain in that
+dreadful place. Picking up the bowl and the drum, and feeling to see
+that his axe and diamond were safe, he wished himself at the gate of
+the nearest city.
+
+Now the king of this city was a very cruel king. He used to rob and
+murder even his own subjects; and as for strangers, he had short
+shrift and no mercy for them. So when the king heard that there was a
+stranger outside the gates, he made up his mind to have some sport;
+and sent out a company of soldiers to fetch him in. The young man
+beat his drum, and they all took to their heels! You may imagine
+how angry the king was to hear this; he had all their heads chopped
+off on the spot, and sent a regiment. The same thing happened to the
+regiment. But this only made the king angrier than ever. He ordered
+all his army to be marshalled before the gates, and himself riding at
+their head, led them forward to capture this audacious stranger. Then
+the young man tipped over his wishing bowl. Out poured a roaring
+torrent of water that flooded the plain, and drowned every soldier
+in the army, all except the king, who had galloped back to the city,
+and got up on the wall. Then the young man slapped his axe, and cried,
+"Heads! I want the king's head!" Off flew the axe through the air
+like a boomerang, and sliced off the king's head, and brought it
+back to its master. The people inside the city began to cheer with
+joy, when they saw the king with his head off. And when the axe came
+back, the young man beat upon the other side of his drum; and lo and
+behold! the earth began to tremble, it seemed full of holes, and from
+every hole sprouted a warrior fully armed. Surrounded by his army,
+he marched into the city, where he became king, and lived happily
+ever after. And I hope that we may be half as happy as he was.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE WISE PARROT AND THE FOOLISH PARROT
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a man who had two pet parrots that
+could talk very nicely; indeed they had more sense than most people
+have, and when their master was alone he used to spend the evening
+chattering with them. They cracked jokes like any Christian, and told
+the funniest tales.
+
+But this man had a thievish maid-servant. He had to lock everything
+up, and even as it was, never turned his back but she was filching
+and pilfering.
+
+One day the man had to go away on a journey. Before he went he took
+out the two parrots, and perched one on each fist, and says he to them,
+"Now, Beaky and Tweaky, I want you to watch the maid while I am gone;
+and if she steals anything, you are to tell me when I come home again."
+
+They blinked at him, their eyelids coming up over their eyes from
+underneath, as you must have noticed in parrots; looking very solemn
+as they did so. Then Beaky said,
+
+
+        "If she do it
+        She shall rue it!"
+
+
+But Tweaky said nothing at all; only winked again more solemnly
+than ever.
+
+"Good Beaky!" said the man, "naughty Tweaky!"
+
+Then he went away.
+
+As soon as he was out of sight, the maid began her games. She picked
+the locks of his cupboards and ate the sugar, she ate the biscuits,
+she drank the wine. Beaky hopped into the room, stood on one leg,
+and shrieked,
+
+
+        "Naughty maid!
+        Aren't you afraid?
+        Master shall know,
+        And you shall go!"
+
+
+The maid jumped as if she had been shot, and looked round. She thought
+somebody had caught her unawares; but when she saw it was Beaky she put
+on a sweet smile, and held out a lump of sugar, saying in a coaxing
+voice, "Pretty Poll! pretty Beaky! I won't do it again! Come, then,
+and have a nice lump of sugar."
+
+This temptation was too strong for poor Beaky. He wanted very much
+to do his duty, but he wanted the lump of sugar more. So he put his
+head on one side and, looking very wise, sidled up to the maid. This
+was very wrong of Beaky, because he knew the sugar was stolen; and in
+another minute he was sorry; for as soon as he came within reach and
+pecked at the sugar, the maid caught him by the neck with the other
+hand. Then her smile changed, and she sneered,
+
+"So Beaky is going to tell, is he? Tell-tale tit! I'll teach Beaky
+to tell tales!" As she said each word, she plucked out a feather from
+poor Beaky's head. Beaky shrieked and Beaky struggled, but all in vain;
+she did not let him go till he was bald as a bullet.
+
+Tweaky saw all this, but said nothing, only winked and blinked, and
+looked more solemn than ever. The maid looked at him, but thought she,
+"That bird is too stupid to tell, and he isn't worth the trouble of
+plucking." So she left him alone.
+
+By-and-by the master came in. The maid went up to him in a great
+bustle, and said she had found Beaky stealing sugar, and she had
+plucked him as a punishment.
+
+When the evening came, the master sat in his room with Beaky and
+Tweaky. Poor Beaky felt ashamed of himself, and had nothing to say;
+he sat on his perch the picture of misery, with his tail drooping,
+and his ridiculous bald head. Tweaky said nothing at all.
+
+Now it happened that the master had a bald head too, and when he took
+off his skull-cap, which he generally wore to keep his head warm,
+Tweaky noticed it.
+
+He laughed loud and shrieked out, "Oh-oh-oh! Where's your feathers,
+Tell-tale tit? Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+Tweaky was only a parrot, you see, and was not always quite correct
+in his grammar, as you are.
+
+"What do you mean?" asked the master.
+
+But for a long time Tweaky would say nothing but the same words over
+and over again, "Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?" However,
+by-and-by they heard the maid going to bed, tramp, tramp, tramp. Then
+Tweaky grew a little braver; and next time the master asked him what
+he meant, he replied:
+
+
+        "Every parrot has two eyes,
+        Both the foolish and the wise;
+        But the wise can shut them tight
+        When 'tis best to have no sight.
+        Wisdom has the best of it:
+        Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+
+Then the master understood what had happened, for he was a very clever
+man; and without any delay he ran upstairs two steps at a time,
+and woke the maid, and made her dress herself, and turned her out
+of the house then and there. I wonder why he did not do it before,
+but that is no business of mine.
+
+After that, poor Beaky never had the heart to talk again; but Tweaky,
+whenever he saw a bald-headed man, or a woman with a high forehead,
+shrieked out at the top of his voice--
+
+"Ha! ha! ha! Where's your feathers, Tell-tale tit?"
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE DISHONEST FRIEND
+
+
+There was once a man who went on a journey, and he asked a friend to
+take charge of his plough till he should return. The friend promised
+to take great care of it. But no sooner was the man gone than he sold
+the plough and put the price in his own pocket. Was not that a mean
+trick to serve a friend?
+
+The man came back, and asked his friend for the plough.
+
+"Oh, I am so sorry," the friend replied; "my house is infested with
+rats, and one night a very big rat came and ate it up."
+
+"Ah well," said the man, "what can't be cured must be endured! It
+must have been a very big rat, though."
+
+"It was," said the other, "very big."
+
+You must not suppose this man was quite such a fool as he seemed. You
+will soon see why he did not make a fuss about his plough.
+
+Next day he took his friend's son out for a walk. When they had gone
+some distance he took the boy to another friend's house, and told
+this friend to keep the boy safe, but not to let him go out of the
+house till he returned.
+
+Then he ran back to the boy's father.
+
+"Where is my boy?" asked the father.
+
+"Your boy? Oh, I remember--a hawk swooped down and carried him off."
+
+"Oh, you liar! oh, you murderer!" said the friend. "Come before the
+judge, and then we shall see."
+
+"As you please," said the man.
+
+So they went to the court.
+
+"What is your complaint?" asked the judge.
+
+"My lord, this man took my son out for a walk with him, and came back
+alone, and now he says a hawk carried him off. He must have murdered
+the boy! Justice, my lord, justice!"
+
+"What is this?" asked the judge sternly. "Come, my man, tell the
+truth."
+
+"It is the truth, my lord," said the man; "he came with me for a walk,
+and was carried away by a hawk."
+
+"Nonsense!" said the judge. "Who ever heard of a hawk carrying off
+a boy?"
+
+"And who ever heard, my lord, of a rat eating a plough?"
+
+"What do you mean?" asked the judge.
+
+The man told his story. Then the judge saw that the man who complained
+had cheated his friend, and understood what was the reason of this
+little trick. So he said to the man whose son was lost:
+
+"If you find the plough that was entrusted to you, perhaps your son
+may be found too."
+
+The man was much annoyed at being found out, but, willy nilly, he
+had to give the plough back. Then his son was brought back safe to
+him again. And he began to see that honesty is the best policy.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE MOUSE AND THE FARMER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Mouse, who made his hole in a place where
+there were thousands and thousands of golden sovereigns buried in the
+ground. Now there was a Farmer who owned the land where this treasure
+was buried; but he did not know about it, or else of course he would
+have dug it up. He often noticed the little Mouse sitting with his
+head peeping out of the hole, but as he was a very kind Farmer, he
+never hurt the Mouse; and now and then when he was having his own
+dinner, he would throw the Mouse a bit of cheese.
+
+The Mouse was very grateful to the Farmer, and wondered what he could
+do to show it. At last he thought of the treasure; for this Mouse was
+sensible enough to know that Farmers are very pleased to get a golden
+sovereign now and again. So one day, as the Farmer went by the hole,
+Mousie ran out with a golden sovereign in his mouth, and dropped it at
+the Farmer's feet. You can imagine how glad the Farmer was to see a
+golden sovereign. Indeed, it was the first one he had seen since the
+Corn Laws were abolished. So he thanked the Mouse, and went down to
+the village, and bought him a beautiful piece of meat. After this the
+Mouse every day brought the Farmer a golden sovereign, and every day
+the Farmer gave him a big chunk of meat. Thus in a few weeks Mousie
+grew quite fat.
+
+But the Farmer had a big black cat that used to prowl about watching
+for mice. It used never to notice the Farmer's own favourite Mouse
+while the Mouse was thin; but when he grew sleek and fat and shiny,
+Grimalkin (which was the Cat's name) lay in wait for him one day and
+pounced upon him. Poor little Mousie was terrified.
+
+"Please don't kill me, Mr. Grimalkin!" said Mousie.
+
+"Why not? I'm hungry and you are fat!"
+
+"But, sir, if you eat me now, you'll be hungry to-morrow, won't you?"
+
+"Of course I shall!" said Grimalkin.
+
+"Well," said Mousie, who had suddenly thought of a plan; "if you
+will only let me go, I'll bring you a beautiful juicy piece of meat
+every day!"
+
+This was a tempting offer for Grimalkin, who was a lazy Cat, and
+liked sitting by the fire, and licking himself all over, better than
+hunting for mice.
+
+"All right," said he; "only if you leave out one day, you're a dead
+mouse!" Then, with a frightful spit, bristling up all his whiskers
+and eyebrows, Grimalkin ran away.
+
+So next day, when the Farmer gave Mousie his dinner, Mousie carried it
+off to the black Cat, and the black Cat spat and swore and ate it up,
+and away ran Mousie trembling. But by degrees Mousie grew thinner
+and thinner, because Grimalkin always had his dinner; and soon he
+was nothing but skin and bone. Then the Farmer noticed how thin his
+Mouse had become, so one day he asked the Mouse whether he was ill.
+
+"No," said Mousie, "I'm not ill."
+
+"What is the matter, then?" asked the Farmer.
+
+"I never get any dinner now," said Mousie, with tears running down
+over his nose, "because Grimalkin eats it all!" Then he told the
+Farmer about the bargain he had made with Grimalkin.
+
+Now the Farmer had a beautiful piece of glass, with a hole in the
+middle. I think it was an inkstand, but I am not sure. So he took
+this piece of glass and put Mousie inside it, and turned it upside
+down upon the ground in front of Mousie's hole. "Now," said he,
+"next time Grimalkin comes for your dinner, tell him you have none
+for him, and see what will happen."
+
+So next day up comes Grimalkin for his dinner, spitting and looking
+very fierce.
+
+"Meat! meat!" says he to the Mouse.
+
+"Get off, vile thief!" says Mousie, "I've no meat for the likes
+of you!"
+
+At this Grimalkin could hardly believe his ears. He was in a rage,
+I can tell you; and, without stopping to think, pounced upon Mousie,
+and swallowed him, inkstand and all. You see, as it was all glass,
+Grimalkin did not know that there was any inkstand there, because he
+saw the Mouse through it.
+
+Now cats can digest a good deal, but they can't digest a glass
+inkstand. So Grimalkin, when he had swallowed the Mouse and the
+inkstand, felt a pain inside; and this got worse and worse, until at
+last he died. And then Mousie crept out of the inkstand, and crawled
+up through Grimalkin's throat, and went back to his hole again. And
+there he lived all his life in happiness, every day bringing a golden
+sovereign to the Farmer, who gave him every day a beautiful dinner
+of meat.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE TALKATIVE TORTOISE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Tortoise that lived in a pond. He was a
+most worthy Tortoise, but he had one fault, he would talk in season
+and out of season; all day long it was chatter, chatter, chatter in
+that pond, until the fish said that they would rather live on dry
+land than put up with it any longer.
+
+But the Tortoise had two friends, a pair of young Geese, who used to
+fly about near the pond in search of food. And when they heard that
+things were getting hot for the Tortoise in that pond, because he
+talked so much, they flew up to him and cried eagerly:
+
+"Oh, Tortoise! do come along with us! We have such a beautiful home
+away in the mountains, where you may talk all day long, and nobody
+shall worry you there!"
+
+"All very well," grumbled the Tortoise, "but how am I to get there? I
+can't fly!"
+
+"Oh, we'll carry you, if you can only keep your mouth shut for a
+little while."
+
+"Yes, I can do that," says he, "when I like. Let us be off."
+
+So the Geese picked up a stout stick, and one Goose took one end in
+her bill and the other Goose took the other end, and then they told
+the Tortoise to get hold in the middle; "only be careful," said they,
+"not to talk."
+
+The Tortoise set his teeth fast on the stick, and held on like grim
+death, while the Geese, flapping their strong wings, rose in the air
+and flew towards their home.
+
+All went well for a time. But it so happened that some boys were
+looking up in the air, and were highly amused by what they saw.
+
+"Look there!" cried one to the rest, "two Geese carrying a Tortoise
+on a stick!"
+
+The Tortoise on hearing this was so angry that he forgot all about his
+danger, and opened his mouth to cry out: "What's that to you? Mind
+your own business!" But he got no farther than the first word; for
+when his mouth opened he loosed the stick, down he dropped, and fell
+with a crash on the stones.
+
+The talkative Tortoise lay dead, with his shell cracked in two.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE MONKEYS AND THE GARDENER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a beautiful park, full of all manner of
+trees and shrubs, with beds of flowers set here and there, and no end
+of fruit-trees. A gardener used to take care of this park; pruning
+the trees when they made too much wood, and digging the ground,
+and watering the flowers in dry weather.
+
+It happened that there was a fair to be held away in the city, and the
+gardener very much wanted to go. But who would take care of the park
+and garden? If his master came in and found all the flowers drooping
+or dead, what would he say then! It would never do.
+
+Meditating thus, and in doubt, he looked up into the branches of the
+trees, and a bright thought struck him. I must tell you that in this
+park there were not only herds of deer, and plenty of rabbits and other
+creatures that usually live in parks, but there were troops of monkeys
+in the trees, who climbed and chattered and cracked nuts all day long,
+with no lessons to do. And when the gardener cast up his eyes to the
+trees, he saw some monkeys that he knew very well indeed. Many a time
+he had been kind to them; and now he thought they should do the like
+by him, as one good turn deserves another.
+
+So the gardener called out, "Monkeys, I want you!"
+
+Down they all clambered, and in a very short time they were sitting
+beside him on the grass.
+
+"Monkeys," said he, "I have been a good friend to you, letting you
+eat my nuts and apples. And now I want to take a holiday. Will you
+water my garden while I am away?"
+
+"Oh yes, yes, yes!" cried the Monkeys. They thought it a great joke,
+and leaped for joy.
+
+So the gardener handed over his watering-pots to the monkeys, and
+put on his Sunday clothes, and went away to the fair.
+
+Meanwhile,the Monkeys held a solemn council, sitting in a ring round
+the Monkey chief.
+
+"Brothers," said the Monkey chief, "our good friend, the gardener
+has given us charge of this garden and all there is in it. We must
+take care not to hurt anything, and, above all, not to waste the
+water. There is very little water, and I really don't think it will
+go round."
+
+It was in fact a well, very small at the top, but very deep, and at
+the bottom the water was always running. You might have watered till
+doomsday out of that well; but monkeys, though they are cunning,
+are not wise, and these monkeys thought that a little round hole
+could not hold very much water.
+
+"So you see," the Monkey chief went on, "you must give each plant
+just enough water, and no more; and I think the best way will be,
+to see how long the roots are."
+
+So each Monkey took a watering-pot, and they scattered all over
+the garden. Every bush and every plant they carefully pulled up, and
+measured its roots; and then they gave a great deal of water to plants
+with long roots, and only a little when the roots were short. After
+that they put the plants and bushes back in the holes they came from.
+
+After a day or two, back came the gardener from his fair. But what
+was his horror to see that nearly all the plants in the garden were
+drooping, some of them dead and many dying, while the Monkeys were
+busy in every direction pulling up the rest.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear, what in the world are you doing? My garden is
+ruined, my garden is ruined!" The poor gardener wept for sorrow.
+
+The Chief Monkey was very much surprised. He thought he had been very
+clever to put water according to the size of the roots, and he said so.
+
+"Clever!" said the gardener. "Clever indeed! Fools you are, there is
+no mistake about it."
+
+"Fools they may be," said his master, who had come up behind him
+without being seen, "but, after all, that is their nature. You ought
+to have known better than to put monkeys in charge of a garden,
+and you are a greater fool than they."
+
+Then he sent that gardener away and got another.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN AND THE SNEEZE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a very powerful Goblin, who haunted a
+little house just outside the gates of a city. Nobody else lived in
+this house. There was a big black beam that ran across from one side
+to the other, up in the roof; and there this Goblin perched. For
+twelve years he had served the King of the Goblins faithfully, and
+as a reward he was now permitted to gobble up any man who sneezed
+inside that house; and, indeed, that is why these creatures are called
+Goblins. But if, when a man sneezed, some one else said, "God bless
+you!" as people do say, or "May you live a hundred years!" then the
+man who said it was free; and if the other answered, "The same to
+you!" he was free too. Everybody but these the Goblin might gobble
+up for a single sneeze.
+
+Now it fell out that one day a father and son were travelling along
+the road, and they came to the city gates just as the sun went down. I
+must tell you that in those days the people used to shut the city
+gates fast at sunset, and nothing would make them open again till the
+morning--they were horribly afraid of robbers or wild soldiers, who
+might come and damage them in the night. So when these two wayfarers
+came up to the gates, and wanted to go in, the porter said no.
+
+"Now, do we look like robbers?" asked the father. Certainly they
+did not, dusty and grimy with their trudge, and a bag of tools over
+the shoulder.
+
+"Robbers or no robbers, orders are orders," said the porter, "and
+this gate doesn't open for the King himself."
+
+"Well, what are we to do?" The poor fellow was in despair.
+
+"Oh, there's an empty house outside; there it is among the trees. It
+is haunted, they say; but I daresay the Goblin won't hurt you."
+
+"Goblin!--well, we must take our chance, I suppose." Indeed, there was
+nothing for it; so to the house they went. They rested, and cooked
+a meal for themselves on a fire of sticks, and then prepared to go
+to sleep.
+
+The Goblin, however, was not going to let them off so easily;
+he wanted his dinner too. After waiting a long time, with never a
+sneeze from one or the other, he raised a cloud of fine dust; that
+was rather mean of him, but still he was very hungry, and did not
+stick at trifles. Sure enough, the father nearly sneezed his head off.
+
+The Goblin chuckled, and made ready to pounce from his perch and
+devour the pair of them. But the son happened to see him, and, being
+a sharp lad, he guessed the truth. "God bless you, father!" says he;
+"may you live a hundred years!"
+
+How the Goblin gnashed his teeth! However, if his pudding was lost,
+his meat was left; so he stretched out a great claw to clutch the
+father and tear him to pieces.
+
+Just then the father cried, "Thank you, my son, and the same to you!"
+
+He was only just in time; the claw was within an inch of his throat;
+but the Goblin, baffled, flew up to his perch again, and sat mouthing
+and mumbling there.
+
+Then the son began to talk to this Goblin, and showed him the error of
+his ways, and how cruel he was to eat men; and the end of it was, he
+persuaded the Goblin to become a vegetarian, and to follow him about,
+and be his errand-boy. You will think this was a very soft-hearted
+Goblin. Perhaps no one had ever spoken kindly to him before; anyhow,
+whatever the reason was, he went out with the two travellers, as tame
+as a tabby cat; and for all I know, they may be travelling together
+to this very day.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GRATEFUL BEASTS AND THE UNGRATEFUL PRINCE
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a King, and he had a son. And this son was
+so cruel and disagreeable, that he took a delight in hurting people,
+and never spoke to anybody without an oath or a blow. He was a thorn
+in the flesh to everybody he came across; he was like grit in the
+porridge, like a fly in the eye, like a stone in the shoon. And they
+called him the Wicked Prince.
+
+One day the Wicked Prince went down to the river to bathe, along with
+a number of servants. By-and-by a great storm came on, and the clouds
+were so thick that it became pitch-dark. However, this Prince was
+obstinate, and would not give up his bathe; and as he was too lazy
+even to bathe himself, he swore at his servants, and said:
+
+"You lazy beasts! Bathe me, and look sharp about it, or I'll tickle
+you with a cat-o'-nine-tails!"
+
+Now the servants had had enough of this young bully; and thought they,
+"What if we pitch him into the river, where the current is strong,
+and just leave him there! We can easily pretend he was carried away
+where we could not reach him; and if the King finds us out, and puts
+us to death--anyhow, death is better than his eternal bullying." So
+they pitched him head over heels into the water, though he screamed
+and struggled, and then they went home and told the King that he
+had gone in to bathe, and a flood carried him away. I daresay it was
+wicked of them to tell such a lie, but it was more the Prince's fault
+than theirs.
+
+Meanwhile the Prince had got hold of a tree that had been torn up by
+the roots, and climbing upon it, went floating down the river.
+
+Now on the banks of this river lived a Snake. This Snake had once been
+a very rich man, and he had buried a vast treasure on the river bank;
+and he loved his riches more than he loved his own soul, so when he
+died, he was born again as a Snake, and had to live for ever close to
+his buried hoard. And a Rat that lived close by had also been a man
+once, and buried his money as the Snake had done, instead of using it
+in doing good; so he was born as a Rat, and made a hole where his money
+lay. These two creatures were caught by the flood, and it so happened
+that they saw the tree where the Wicked Prince was, and swimming to
+it, each got on one end, while the Prince was in the middle. And a
+young Parrot flying through the air, was beaten down by the rain;
+for in that country the drops of rain are as big as pigeons' eggs,
+and no birds can fly through it. Then it so happened that this Parrot
+dropped down upon the same tree where the Snake was, and the Rat,
+and the Wicked Prince; and so there were four of them on the tree,
+floating down the river.
+
+As the tree came near to a bend in the river, it was washed close to
+the bank. And on the bank a man was sitting. He did not mind the rain
+a bit, because he was a Hermit, who thought the world so wicked that
+he left it and went to live in the jungle all by himself. He built
+himself a little hut by the riverside, and, wet or fine, he cared not
+a jot. This man saw the tree, and managed to catch hold of it and pull
+it ashore. Then he got the four creatures off it, and took them into
+his hut, and dried them and warmed them by the fire. But he began
+with the Parrot, because she looked the most miserable of them all;
+and then he dried the Rat; and next the Snake; and only attended to
+the man when he had comforted the other three. This made the Wicked
+Prince very angry. If he abused even those who made much of him,
+you may imagine how he cursed and swore in his heart at this man who
+left him to the last! But he said nothing, because he was afraid that
+if he did the man might turn him out in the storm again.
+
+In a day or two the rain stopped, and the flood went down; and
+the creatures were all right again as they took their leave of the
+Hermit. The Snake thanked him for his kindness and said:
+
+"You have saved my life, good Hermit! What can I do for you? You
+seem to be a poor man; I am rich, and if you ever want money
+just come to my hole and call 'Snake,' and you shall have all my
+treasure. Good-bye!" The Rat said the same.
+
+The Parrot was very sorry to think that she had no money, so she said:
+"Silver and gold have I none; but if you ever are hungry, and want
+some rice, come to my tree and call 'Parrot,' and I'll get you as
+much rice as ever you like."
+
+But the Wicked Prince hated this kind Hermit, because he had been
+left to the last. However, he pretended to be grateful, and said
+to the Hermit: "I hope you will pay me a visit soon. I am a Prince,
+and I shall be glad of a chance to repay you for all you have done
+for me." Then he went away, chuckling to think how he would torment
+the poor Hermit, if ever he got him into his power.
+
+This Hermit had all his wits about him, and he knew that people often
+promise what they never mean to do; so after a while he thought he
+would put them all to the test. So first he took his stick, and
+journeyed to the city where the Wicked Prince lived. The Prince,
+who was King himself now, saw him coming, and thought to himself:
+"Aha! here's that rascal that left me to the last. Wants me to pay
+him for it, I suppose! Well, I'll pay him! I'll pay him out!" So
+he called to his men: "Hi there, brutes! do you see that fellow? He
+tried to rob me the other day--just catch him and give him a flogging,
+and then stick a stake through his body, and leave him to die!"
+
+Then the servants caught the Hermit, and flogged him well. But the
+Hermit did not cry out or grumble, only kept on saying to himself
+quietly: "The proverb's true, the proverb's true!"
+
+"What proverb do you mean?" they asked him.
+
+"It's unlucky to save a drowning man," said the Hermit.
+
+Then he told them the whole story, and very angry they were when
+they heard it. They stopped beating the Hermit at once, and seizing
+the Wicked King, they beat him instead, and stuck a stake through
+his body, and left him to die.
+
+Then they made the Hermit King instead of the Wicked Prince. And the
+Hermit took them a walk into the country, and when they came to the
+Snake's hole he called out "Snake!" Out came the Snake, and curled
+up against his feet, and showed him the hole where his treasure was;
+and the Hermit gave it all to his servants. And then they went to the
+Rat's hole, and he called out "Rat!" And the Rat ran up, and rubbed
+his nose against the King's hand, and gave him all his treasure, which
+the King gave to his servants as well as the other. And last of all
+they went to the Parrot's tree, and called "Parrot!" And the Parrot
+flew up and gave a call, and instantly all the air was black with
+Parrots. And all the Parrots carried a grain of rice in their beaks,
+and dropped it on the ground; and there was such a heap of rice,
+that it was enough to feed all the people for the rest of their lives.
+
+So the grateful beasts kept their promise, and the ungrateful Prince
+was killed, and the Hermit ruled over his people kindly, and they
+all lived happily until they died. And when they died they all went
+to heaven; and the Snake and the Rat and the Parrot went there too,
+because they had at last overcome their love of money, and given
+it away to show how grateful they were to the Hermit for being kind
+to them.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN IN THE POOL
+
+
+Animals in the forest have no bottles and glasses to drink out of, so
+if they are thirsty they have to go down to a pool. Now in a certain
+great forest there was a pool, in which lived a horrible Goblin. He
+was big and black, like an immense monkey, with an immense mouth,
+and four rows of sharp teeth; but he could not come out of the water,
+because he had no nose, but only gills like a fish. So if any animal
+came down into the water to get a drink, he pounced upon him at once
+and gobbled him up; but he could not touch the animals while they
+remained on the bank.
+
+One year there was a great drought, and the sun was so hot that it
+dried up all the water in that forest for many miles round, except
+the pool where this Goblin was; but this pool was very deep and cool,
+under the trees, and therefore it was not dried up. There was a herd
+of monkeys who had been wandering about for a long time in search of
+water, but found none, until they came to this pool. But the King of
+the Monkeys was very clever, and he noticed that there were a great
+many footprints going down to the water, and none coming away. So he
+warned his Monkeys not to go near that pool. However, one of them
+was very thirsty, and ran down into the water; but as soon as he
+got into the water, and was having a delicious drink--suddenly he
+disappeared! There were some bubbles, and no more was seen of the
+Monkey. The other Monkeys watched for a long time, wondering what
+had become of their friend; and then another, who was so thirsty
+that he could not help it, stepped quietly into the water and began
+to drink. In an instant he gave a shriek and threw up his hands,
+and the others saw him dragged down below the water! A few bubbles
+came up to the top and burst, but the poor Monkey was gone.
+
+What were they to do? They were dying of thirst, and yet they were
+afraid to drink; the banks were high, and they could not reach the
+water from the top. So they all sat round the banks, looking at the
+water, very unhappy.
+
+By-and-by a man came down to the side of the pool. He wanted a drink
+of water, but he had no glass. So he looked round, and then he saw
+the Monkeys sitting on the bank, very unhappy.
+
+"What's the matter?" said he.
+
+"Don't go into that pool!" said the King of the Monkeys. "If you do,
+you will be drowned, like our two poor friends!"
+
+Then they told him how their friends had gone into the water to
+drink, and how they had both been pulled underneath and drowned,
+none of them could tell how.
+
+The man understood at once that it was a Goblin. So he pulled up a long
+reed that was growing on the bank of the pool and cut off the ends,
+and then he put down one end of it into the water and sucked at the
+other end, and the water came up from the pool into his mouth. At
+this the Monkeys were delighted, and they all pulled up reeds from
+the bank (for you know a monkey always imitates what he sees men do),
+and sucked up the water through them, and so quenched their thirst
+without going into the pool. And the Goblin, finding that no more
+food was to be got, died of starvation; and a good thing too.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE FOOLISH FARMER AND THE KING
+
+
+Once there was a foolish Farmer, who had a son at court, serving the
+King. This Farmer was a very poor man, and all he had to plough his
+fields with was one pair of oxen. Two oxen was all he had, and one
+of them died.
+
+The poor Farmer was in despair. One ox was not enough to draw the
+plough over the heavy land; and he had no money to buy another. So
+he sent a message to his son, that he was wanted at home.
+
+When the son came, his father told him that one of his oxen was dead,
+and he had no money to buy another. So he begged his son to ask the
+King to give him an ox.
+
+"No, no," said his son, "I am always asking the King for something. If
+you want an ox, you must ask him yourself."
+
+"I can't do it!" said the poor Farmer. "You know what a muddle-head
+I am. If I go to ask the King for another ox, I shall end by giving
+him this one!"
+
+"Well, what must be, must be," said his son. "Anyhow, I cannot ask
+the King: but I'll train you to do it."
+
+So he led his father to a place which was dotted all over with clumps
+of grass. The young courtier tied up a number of bundles of this
+grass, and arranged them in rows. "Now, look here, father," said he,
+"this is the King, that is the Prime Minister, that is the General,
+here are the other grandees," pointing to each bundle as he said
+the name. "When you come into the King's presence, you must begin by
+saying: 'Long live the King!' and then ask your boon." To help him
+to remember, the son made up a little verse for his father to say,
+and this is the verse:
+
+
+    "I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work was done.
+    Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please give me another one!"
+
+
+"Well," said the Farmer, "I think I can say that." And he repeated
+it over and over, bowing and scraping to the bunch of grass that he
+called the King.
+
+Every day for a whole year the Farmer practised; and how the ploughing
+got on meanwhile I do not know. Perhaps he lived on the seed-corn,
+and did not plough at all.
+
+At the end of the year he said to his son:
+
+"Now I know that little verse of yours! Now I can say it before any
+man! Take me to the King!"
+
+So together father and son trudged away to the King's palace. There
+on a throne he sat, in gorgeous robes, with his courtiers all around
+him, the Prime Minister, the General, and all, just as the young man
+had told his father. But the poor Farmer! his head was beginning to
+swim already.
+
+"Who is this?" said the King to the Farmer's son, who, as you know,
+was a courtier, so the King knew him.
+
+"It is my father, Sire," he answered.
+
+"What does he want?" the King asked.
+
+All eyes were turned on the Farmer, who by this time was as red
+as a turkey-cock, and hardly knew whether he stood on head or
+heels. However, he plucked up courage, and out came the verse, as
+pat as a pancake:
+
+
+    "I had two oxen to my plough, with which my work was done.
+    Now one is dead: O, mighty king, please take the other one!"
+
+
+The King couldn't help laughing; and he saw there must be a mistake
+somewhere. "Plenty of oxen at home, eh!" said he, keeping up the joke.
+
+"If so, Sire," said the Farmer's son with a bow, "you must have
+given them."
+
+The King thought that rather neat. "If I have not given you any so
+far," said he, smiling, "I will do it now."
+
+And when the pair got home, the Farmer in despair at his blunder,
+lo and behold in his cowhouse were half a dozen of the finest oxen
+he had ever seen! So the poor old Farmer got his oxen, though he did
+make a muddle of the verse.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE PIOUS WOLF
+
+
+Once there was a flood, and there was a large rock with a Wolf sleeping
+on the top. The water came pouring around the rock, and when the
+Wolf awoke he found himself imprisoned, with no way of getting off,
+and nothing to eat.
+
+"H'm!" said he to himself, "here I am, caught fast sure enough, and
+here I shall have to stay yet awhile. Nothing to eat, either! Well,"
+he thought, after a pause, "it is Friday to-day, when people say you
+ought to fast. Suppose I keep a holy fast to-day? A capital idea!" So
+he crossed his paws, and pretended to pray, and thought himself very
+good and pious to be fasting.
+
+A fairy saw this, and heard what he said; and she thought she would
+just see how much was real and how much was sham. So she changed
+herself into the shape of a pretty little Kid, and jumped down out
+of the air on to the rock.
+
+The Wolf opened an eye to see what the noise could be, and there was
+a tender little Kid, standing on the rock. He forgot his prayers
+in a minute. "Aha!" said he. "A Kid! I can keep my Friday fast
+to-morrow. Now for the Kid!" He smacked his lips, and jumped at
+the Kid.
+
+But the Kid jumped away, and, try as he would, he could not come
+near it. You know it was the fairy, and the fairy did not let herself
+be caught.
+
+After trying to catch the Kid for some time the Wolf lay down
+again. "After all," said he, "it is Friday; and perhaps I had best
+keep my fast to-day."
+
+"You humbug!" said the fairy, who had gone back to her proper shape;
+"you are a nice creature to pretend that you are keeping fast! You
+fast because you can't help it, not because you are really good. As
+a punishment, you shall stay on this rock till next Friday, and fast
+for a week!"
+
+So saying, she opened her wings and flew far away.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+BIRDS OF A FEATHER
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a big horse called Chestnut. He was as
+fierce as a fury, and bit everybody who came near him; his groom
+always had a broken bone, or a bruise at the least; and, as for the
+other horses, let Chestnut loose in the herd, and there was a fine
+to-do: a kick for one, a bite for another; it was hurry, skurry,
+worry, till they took themselves off and left him alone in the clover.
+
+Now the King wanted to buy some horses, and a dealer had driven down
+a couple of hundred of them for the King to buy. But the King was a
+skinflint, and wanted to get them cheap; so he dropped a hint to his
+groom, that it would not be a bad thing if Chestnut made acquaintance
+with these horses; at the same time, he dropped a gold piece in
+the groom's hand. So the groom led Chestnut by this new herd, and,
+all of a sudden, he quietly flicked Chestnut with his whip; Chestnut
+reared and plunged, the groom shouted, and, pretending to find the
+horse too strong for him, let go the halter. Off galloped Chestnut,
+kicking up his heels in the air, roaring and whinnying; and fine
+fun he had among the new horses! By the time he had done with them,
+hardly one had a whole skin.
+
+The poor dealer was in despair. He would be ruined! And next day, when
+the King came to see the horses, he turned up his nose. "Pooh! do you
+suppose I want bruised old hacks like that? Look at that sore! And
+here is a broken jaw! Why, half of them limp!" In vain the dealer
+protested that it was Chestnut's fault; the King only laughed,
+and asked if he expected him to believe that one horse could do all
+that mischief. (And yet, as you know, it was one horse, and at the
+King's own bidding too.) However, it was a pity that he should have
+to take them back again, the King said; so, if he liked, as a favour,
+he would buy the horses, at half price.
+
+The dealer was not taken in by this, but he pretended to be very
+grateful, and went home again, wondering what he could do. He was
+afraid to offend the King, and, indeed, very few people were rich
+enough to buy his splendid horses. So he knew that he would be
+obliged to take some more down to the King another time. Then he
+suddenly remembered he had just such another vicious brute at home,
+named Strongjaw, that nobody could do anything with. "Aha!" said he; "I
+have it! I'll take Strongjaw down with me next time, and if he does not
+prove a match for Chestnut I am very much mistaken." He chuckled with
+glee as he thought what a fine fight there would be between the two.
+
+Next time, as he had resolved, he brought Strongjaw with the drove,
+and as soon as the King's groom came by with Chestnut, and let
+him go as he did before, the dealer's eyes twinkled, and he let out
+Strongjaw. Chestnut pricked up his ears, and Strongjaw pricked up his;
+then, without taking any notice of the rest, they trotted up to each
+other and rubbed noses, and began to lick each other all over. They
+did not fight at all, but in a moment they became bosom friends.
+
+The dealer could not understand this, neither could the King. However,
+this time the King had to pay a good price for the horses, and as
+he saw his little trick was found out, he felt rather ashamed of
+himself, and so he paid the man for the other horses as well. Still,
+they kept wondering and wondering what the reason could be that these
+two horses, each so fierce and wild, were quiet as a pair of kittens
+together. The King asked the wisest man in all his kingdom to explain
+it; and the man, who was a minstrel, that is, he used to sing songs
+to the King about all that had happened or would happen in the world,
+took up his harp and sang:
+
+
+        "If the reason you would know,
+        Like to like will always go;
+        Here's a pair of vicious horses
+        Just the same in all their courses;
+        Both are wild, and bite their tether:
+        Birds of a feather flock together."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+SPEND A POUND TO WIN A PENNY
+
+
+Some people were steaming peas under a tree, in order to make a meal
+for their horses. Up in the branches sat a Monkey, who watched with
+his restless eyes what they were doing.
+
+"Aha!" thought the Monkey. "I spy my dinner!"
+
+So when they had finished steaming the peas, and turned away for
+a moment to look after the horses, gently, gently, the Monkey let
+himself down from the tree. He grabbed at the peas, and stuffed
+his mouth with them, and both hands as full as they could hold,
+then he clambered up to his perch as best he could. There he sat,
+his wizened old face happy and cunning, eating the peas.
+
+Suddenly one pea fell.
+
+"O dear, O dear! O my pea, my pea!" cried the Monkey, gibbering in
+distress. The other peas began to fall out of his mouth, but he did
+not notice them. He wrung his hands in despair, and the peas began
+to fall out of his hands too, but he took no notice. All he thought
+of was this, that one pea was gone.
+
+So he shinned down the trunk, and scrambled about on the ground,
+hunting for his lost pea, but he could not find it anywhere.
+
+By this time the men had come back, after seeing to their horses. When
+they saw a monkey meddling with their cooking-pots they all waved
+their arms, and called out, "Shoo! shoo!" Then they picked up stones,
+and began to pelt the Monkey with them. This terrified the Monkey so
+much that he gave one jump to the nearest branch, and swung himself
+up to the top of the tree.
+
+"After all," said he to himself, "it was only one pea." But he ought
+to have thought of that before, for now like a thunderclap, it came
+home to him, that somehow or other all the other peas had gone too.
+
+That day the Monkey had to content himself with the smell of boiled
+peas for dinner, and I hope the loss taught him not to be so greedy
+in future.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE CUNNING CRANE AND THE CRAB
+
+
+Once upon a time a number of fish lived in a little pool. It was
+all very well while there was rain; but when summer came, and it
+began to be very hot, the water dried up and got lower and lower,
+until there was hardly enough to hide the fish.
+
+Now not far away there was a beautiful lake, always fresh and cool;
+for it lay under the shadow of great trees, and it was covered all
+over with water-lilies. And a Crane lived on the banks of this lake.
+
+The Crane used to eat fish, when he could catch any; and one day,
+coming to the little pool, he saw all the fish gasping in it, and
+thought of a neat trick to get hold of them without trouble.
+
+"Dear Fish," said the Crane, "I am so sorry to see you cooped up in
+this hole. I know a beautiful lake close by, deep and fresh and cool,
+and if you like I will carry you there."
+
+The Fish did not know what to make of this, because never since the
+world began had a crane done a good turn to a fish. You see it is
+just as absurd to suppose that a crane would help fish, as to think
+that a cat would be kind to a mouse.
+
+So they said to the Crane, "We don't believe you; what you want is
+to eat us."
+
+This was just what the Crane did want, but he did not say so. "No,
+no!" said he; "I'm not so cruel as all that. I have eaten a fish now
+and then"--he saw it was of no use denying that, because they knew he
+had--"but I have plenty of other food, and it goes to my heart to see
+you here. In this hot water you will all be boiled fish before long!"
+
+"That's true enough," said the Fish; "the water is hot." Well, the
+end of it was, they persuaded an old Fish with one eye to go and see.
+
+The Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak and put him in the lake;
+and when he had seen that what the Crane said was true so far, he
+carried the Fish back again to tell the others.
+
+The old Fish could not say enough to praise the lake. "It's ever so
+big," he said, "and deep and cool, just as the Crane said; and there
+are trees overshadowing it, and water-lilies are growing in the mud;
+and the whole of it is covered with fine fat flies! Ah, what a feast
+I have had!" And he rolled up his one eye at the thought of it.
+
+Then all the Fish were eager to go. And now it was who should be
+first; every Fish was anxious to remain no longer in the pool. They
+came to the top of the water, all begging the Crane to take them to
+this beautiful lake.
+
+"One at a time!" said the Crane. "I have only one beak, you know!" And
+he smiled to himself, for that beak was made to eat fish, not to
+carry them.
+
+However, it was decided that as the one-eyed Fish had been so brave
+as to trust himself in the Crane's beak, before he knew what the
+truth was, he certainly deserved to go first.
+
+So the Crane took the one-eyed Fish in his beak, and carried him over
+to the lake. But this time he did not drop the Fish in; he laid him
+in the cleft of a tree, and pecked his one eye out with his beak;
+then he killed him, and ate him up, and dropped his bones at the foot
+of the tree.
+
+By-and-by the Crane came back for another. "Now then, who's
+next?" asked the Crane. "Old One-eye is swimming about, as happy as
+a king!" He picked up another fish, and served him like the first,
+dropping his bones at the foot of the tree.
+
+And so it went on, until in a few days the pool was empty. The cunning
+Crane had eaten every single one of the fish! He stood on the bank,
+peering into every hole, to see whether there might not be a little
+one left somewhere. There was one, surely! No, it was a Crab. Never
+mind, he thought; all's fish that comes to my net!
+
+So he invited the Crab to come with him to the lake.
+
+"Why, how are you going to carry me?" asked the Crab.
+
+"In my beak, to be sure!" replied the Crane.
+
+"You might drop me," said the Crab, "and then I should split."
+
+"Oh no, I promise I won't drop you!" said the Crane. But the Crab
+had more sense than all the fish put together, and he did not believe
+in the Crane's friendship at all. So he still pretended to hesitate,
+and at last he said:
+
+"Well, I'll tell you what. I can hold on tighter with my claws than
+you can with your beak. I'll come, but you must let me hold on to
+your neck with my claws. Then I shall feel safe."
+
+The Crane was so hungry that, without stopping to think, he agreed;
+and then the Crab got tight hold of his neck with his claws, and the
+Crane carried him towards the lake.
+
+But after a while the Crab saw that he was being carried somewhere
+else, indeed to that tree where the Crane used to sit and eat the fish.
+
+"Crane dear," said he, "aren't you going to put me in the lake?"
+
+"Crane dear, indeed!" said the Crane, "do you suppose I was born
+to carry crabs about? Not I! Just look at that heap of bones under
+yon tree! Those are the bones of the fish that used to live in your
+pool. I ate them, and I'm going to eat you!"
+
+"Are you, though!" said the Crab, and gave the Crane's neck a
+little nip.
+
+Then the Crane saw what a fool he had been to let a Crab put a claw
+round his neck. He knew that the Crab could kill him if he liked,
+and he was frightened to death at the thought. People who try to
+deceive others often pay for it themselves; and that is what happened
+to the Crane.
+
+"Dear Crab!" said he, with tears streaming from his eyes, "forgive
+me! I won't kill you, only let me go!"
+
+"Just put me in the lake, then," said the Crab.
+
+The Crane stepped down to the lakeside, and laid the Crab upon the
+mud. And the Crab, as soon as he felt himself safe, nipped off the
+Crane's head as clean as if it had been cut with a knife.
+
+So perished the treacherous Crane, caught by his own trick. And the
+Crab lived happily in the beautiful lake for the rest of his life.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+UNION IS STRENGTH
+
+
+There once was a clever Fowler who used to hunt quails. He could
+imitate the quail's note exactly; and when he had found a hiding-place,
+he used to sit hidden in it, and call out the quail's note, until a
+number of quails had come together; then he threw a net over them,
+and bagged them all.
+
+But amongst the quails was one very clever bird, and he hit on the
+following device: He told the quails, when they felt the net drop over
+them, that each one should pop his head through one of the meshes of
+the net, and then at the word, away they should fly together.
+
+All fell out as he arranged. Next day the Fowler sounded his imitation
+of the quail's note, and the birds flocked from far and near; then,
+when a good many had gathered in a clump within his reach, he cast the
+net, which fell over them and made them all prisoners. They all did
+what the wise Quail had told them; each quail put his head through one
+of the meshes, then at a word they were all away together, bearing
+the net with them. After some little time they saw a large bush,
+and dropped upon this bush; then the net was held up by the bush,
+while all the birds got away underneath.
+
+Again and again this happened, until the Fowler began to despair;
+he came home every night empty-handed, and besides that he had lost
+ever so many nets.
+
+Why did he keep on trying to catch them, then? Because he thought
+that sooner or later they would begin to quarrel, and then the game
+would be his.
+
+And quarrel they soon did. One Quail happened to tread on another's
+toe.
+
+"What are you doing, clumsy?" said the second Quail angrily.
+
+"I'm very sorry," said the first; "I really did not mean to tread on
+your toe."
+
+"You did!"
+
+"I tell you I didn't!"
+
+"What a lie!"
+
+"A lie, is it? Hoity, toity, how high-and-mighty we are, to be sure! I
+suppose it is you lift up the net, all by yourself, when the man
+throws it over us!"
+
+And so they went on, getting angrier and angrier. And the result was,
+that next day, when the fowler made his cast, said the first Quail
+to the second:
+
+"Now then, Samson, lift away! They say that last time your feathers
+all fell off your head!"
+
+"Oh, indeed! They say that when you tried to lift, both your wings
+moulted! Lift away, and let us see if it is true!"
+
+But while they were quarrelling, and each telling the other to lift
+the net, the Fowler lifted it for them, and crammed them all together
+into his basket, and took them home for supper.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+SILENCE IS GOLDEN
+
+
+Once upon a time a Lion had a she-jackal for his mate, and they had
+a young one. This Cub was just like his sire to look at, in shape
+and colour, mane and claws; but in voice he took after his dam. So
+you would fancy he was a lion, so long as he held his tongue.
+
+This Cub used to play about with the young Lions, and merry times
+they had to be sure, tumbling head over heels, and trying to knock
+each other down. One day, in the midst of their game, the mongrel
+Cub thought he would frighten them; so he opened his mouth wide,
+intending to roar, and all that came out was a yelp like the yelp of
+a jackal. The other young Lions were quite shocked; they could not
+imagine what strange creature this was. One of them went up to the
+old Lion, who was watching them, and said:
+
+
+        "Lion's claws and lion's paws
+        Lion's feet to stand upon;
+        But the bellow of this fellow
+        Sounds not like a lion's son!"
+
+
+"You are right," said the old Lion; "his dam was a Jackal." And then,
+turning to the poor Cub, who was looking very crestfallen, he said:
+
+
+        "All will see what kind you be
+        If you yelp as once before;
+        So don't try it, but keep quiet,
+        Yours is not a lion's roar."
+
+
+The poor Cub slunk away with his tail between his legs, while the other
+Lions sniffed and turned up their noses at him. Ever after that he took
+good care to hold his tongue when he was in the company of his betters.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GREAT YELLOW KING AND HIS PORTER
+
+
+Once upon a time, in a great and rich city, reigned a mighty King,
+who was called by the title of the Great Yellow King. This King was
+very cruel to his people, and ground them like grist in the mill;
+he robbed them of their goods, many he cast into prison, others he
+ill-treated, cutting off an arm, or a leg, or blinding them, and some
+he put to death without cause. He was just as bad at home; when he
+was a boy he did nothing but tease his sisters, pulling their hair
+and putting spiders down their necks; and now that he was grown up he
+made life a misery to wife and child. He was like a speck of dust that
+gets into your eye, or a thorn in the heel, or grit between your teeth.
+
+But it is a long lane that has no turning; and at last the Great Yellow
+King died. When a king or queen dies, people are generally very sorry,
+and wear mourning for them; but when the Great Yellow King died there
+was such rejoicing and merriment as had not been known for many a
+long day. All the shops were shut, and all the schools had a whole
+holiday; there were raree-shows and merry-go-rounds, and everybody
+high and low was half daft with joy.
+
+But one man was not joyful. On the steps of the palace sat the Yellow
+King's porter, sighing and sobbing, weeping and wailing. No one could
+understand it; everybody in the whole town was glad, and here was
+this porter crying! At last some one asked him why he cried.
+
+"What is the matter?" said he. "Was the Great Yellow King so kind to
+you as all that? I never heard of his being kind to anybody!"
+
+"No, it isn't that!" sobbed the man.
+
+"Well, what is it then?"
+
+The man looked up and rubbed his eyes. "Well," said he, "I'll tell
+you. When his majesty used to come out of his palace, down the steps,
+he always gave me a cuff on the head, and another when he came
+back. What a fist his majesty had, to be sure! Now if he tries that
+game on with the porter who sits by the gates of Death, I am very
+much afraid they won't have him there at any price, and then he will
+come back to us!"
+
+But the other man laughed, and said, "Don't be afraid of that,
+Porter! He's dead and done for, and however much they wish it, they
+can never send him back to us again."
+
+So the Porter was comforted, and wiped his eyes, and went to get a
+glass of beer.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE QUAIL AND THE FALCON
+
+
+There once was a young Quail that lived on a farm. When the farmer
+ploughed up the land, Quailie used to hop about over the clods and pick
+up seeds, or weeds, or worms, or anything that the plough turned up,
+and he ate these and lived on them.
+
+You might think this was very nice for him; he had no trouble to find
+food, because the ploughman turned it up; he had only to hop along
+after the plough and peck. Not a bit of it; he must needs better
+himself, as he said; so one fine day he flew away over the farm, away
+to the forest which fringed it; and, alighting on the ground just
+where the forest began, he looked about to see if there was anything
+good to eat.
+
+Up in the air, just above the tree-tops, a Falcon was sailing, poised
+on outstretched wings; as Quailie searched for worms, so the Falcon
+was searching for quails; and lo and behold, he spied one! Down he
+came with a swoop and a whirr, and in an instant the Quail was in
+his crooked claws.
+
+What could poor Quailie do now? He twittered and fluttered, and at
+last began to cry.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear!" whimpered Quailie, the tears running down his
+beak, "what a fool I was to poach on other people's preserves! If
+I had only stayed at home this Falcon could never have caught me,
+not even if he had come and tried!"
+
+"What's that, Quailie?" asked the Falcon. "Do you think I can't catch
+you anywhere?"
+
+"Not on my own ground!" cried the Quail.
+
+"What do you mean by that?"
+
+"A ploughed field full of clods."
+
+"Oh, nonsense, Quailie, clods won't help you. Just try; off you
+go! I'll follow."
+
+The Quail flew off, feeling as happy now as he was miserable a moment
+gone; and when he got back to his farm he picked out a big clod and
+perched on the top. "Come on, Falcon!" cried he; "come on!"
+
+Down came the Falcon with a swoop like a flash of lightning; but just
+as he came close the Quail dodged him nimbly and tumbled over the
+clod to the other side, leaving the Falcon to come full tilt against
+the clod of earth; and so swift was he, that the shock killed him.
+
+So the Quail found out how much better it is for most people to stick
+to what they are used to; and as for the Falcon, he might have thought,
+if he had been able to think at all, that a bird in the hand is worth
+two in the bush.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+PRIDE MUST HAVE A FALL
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a beautiful wild Goose that lived in the
+mountains; he was King of the Geese, and he had a mate and two or
+three fine young ones. But it had happened once that this Goose, in
+his travels about the world, fell in with a young lady Crow, who was
+very pretty; as black as jet, with two eyes like black beads, and she
+flirted and flouted so enchantingly that he had married her, like the
+goose he was; so he had two wives, the little black Crow and the Goose.
+
+In course of time this Crow laid a beautiful egg, all white with blue
+spots, and twice as big as an ordinary crow's egg. She was very proud
+of her egg, and sat on it for a longtime, until one day, pop! went
+the egg, and out came a funny little chick. The Crow did not know
+what to make of this chick; he was not black, as she was, and he
+was not white, like his father, but something betwixt and between,
+a dingy grey with brown streaks. So she named him Streaky.
+
+Be sure that Streaky fancied himself mightily, being so very different
+from all the Crows he lived with; he was larger, to begin with,
+and then he had a very loud voice, with several different notes in
+it; not to mention his brown streaks, which made him a proud bird
+indeed. And I think the other Crows took him at his own price, as
+foolish creatures are apt to do, and thought him very wonderful,
+though he was really only a mongrel.
+
+Now the Goose, his father, used to pay a visit to the Crow colony now
+and again, flying down from the mountains to the dust-heap where they
+lived, outside the city gate. But he did not stay long, because the
+Crows used to feed on offal and dead bodies, in fact anything dirty
+they could find; and King Goose could not get what he liked to eat.
+
+Well, once as he was talking to his sons, the young Geese, they asked
+him why he was always going away for days at a time.
+
+"Why," said he, "I go to see a son of mine that lives somewhere else."
+
+"Oh, how nice!" said the Geese. "Then he must be our brother. Do let
+us bring him here on a visit! Do, father!"
+
+At first the father Goose would not let them go, for fear of mischief;
+but after a while he was persuaded, and gave them very careful
+directions how to fly, and where to go, and how to find the place
+where Streaky lived, on the top of a tall palm-tree that grew out of
+a dust-heap at the city gate.
+
+So away they flew, and away they flew, till at last they saw the tall
+palm-tree; and on the very top of it, a big nest; and in the nest,
+a little black Crow, and our funny friend Streaky.
+
+They said "How do you do?" and told their errand; because they meant
+to go through with it now, although they did not much like the look
+of this ugly bird Streaky, with his airs and graces. Mrs. Crow was
+very much pleased, but Streaky looked bored, and said:
+
+"Aw, caw, I don't think I can fly all that way. It is really too
+much trouble. Why did not the Governor come to see me instead, as
+usual--aw?" This rude bird called his father the Governor; you see,
+as he had been brought up among carrion crows, his manners were none
+of the best.
+
+The young Geese began to like him less than ever. However, they put
+a good face on it, and answered him:
+
+"Well, Streaky, if you are as weak as all that, we will carry you on
+a stick."
+
+These Geese were very big, strong birds, and they thought nothing of
+carrying Streaky. So they looked about until they found a strong stick,
+and then each of them took an end in his mouth, and Streaky perched
+in the middle. They could not say good-bye to Mrs. Crow, because
+their mouths were full of the stick, but they made her a nice bow,
+like polite little Geese, and flew off.
+
+As for Streaky, he was far too full of his own importance to say
+good-bye to his mother, or even so much as "Thank you" to the two
+birds who were so kindly carrying him. There he sat, on the middle
+of the stick, as proud as Punch, pluming his feathers, and feeling
+that now all the world would see what a splendid bird he was.
+
+As they flew over the city Streaky looked down, and saw the king of
+the city, in a beautiful carriage drawn by four white thoroughbreds,
+driving round the city in great state and grandeur. "Aha!" thought he,
+"that's as it should be! But I'm every bit as good as he!" and in
+his joy he began to sing a little song which he made up on the spur
+of the moment, and here is his song:
+
+
+    "As yonder king goes galloping with his milk-white four-in-hand,
+    Streaky has these, his pair of Geese, to carry him over the land!"
+
+
+The Geese were very angry when they heard Streaky sing this song. But
+they were very well-bred Geese, as you must have seen already;
+so they said nothing at all to him then, but carried him safely to
+their home, and then they told their father what Streaky had said,
+so that he might do as he thought best.
+
+Old King Goose was more angry than they were, and was very sorry he
+had left his son to be brought up by a Crow who knew no manners. So
+he called Streaky, and this is what he said:
+
+"Streaky, you have been very rude to your brothers, who are at least
+as good as you; and if you think they are like a pair of horses,
+to be driven about for your pleasure, you make a great mistake. So
+the best thing you can do is to fly back to your mother; for your
+manners suit the dust-heap better than the mountains."
+
+I don't know whether Streaky was ashamed of what he had said; creatures
+like Streaky are very thick-skinned, and it takes a great deal to
+make them ashamed; but anyhow he had to go back, and this time he
+must fly by himself, for it was hardly likely that his brothers would
+carry him when he had been so rude. He got back a few days later,
+tired and hungry, and spent the rest of his days on the dust-heap,
+eating carrion. What his mother thought of it all I don't know;
+but King Goose never went to see them any more.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE BOLD BEGGAR
+
+
+There was once a King who was so fond of good eating and drinking that
+they called him King Dainty. He often spent as much as a thousand
+pounds on a single dish; which is great wastefulness, when you can
+dine heartily for a shilling. He thought that if people could not
+eat things so nice as his, yet they must greatly enjoy seeing him
+eat them. So he fitted up a beautiful tent outside his own door,
+and there he took his meals, sitting on a golden throne, under a
+white silk umbrella. Anybody who liked could see him eat his dinner
+without charge. This was very generous, wasn't it?
+
+A man who had often seen him eat thought he would like a taste of
+the King's choice food. And this is what he did.
+
+He came running towards the crowd who, as usual, were watching the
+King eat his dinner, and shouted: "News! news! news!" Now at that time
+there were no newspapers, and no posts, and no telegraphs; so any one
+who brought news was sure of instant hearing. Accordingly the crowd
+made way for him at once, and he ran up to the King, looking very
+much excited, and shouting "News!" Then he fell down before the King,
+as if he were faint with hunger, and gasped.
+
+"Poor fellow!" said the King. "Give him something to eat." So they
+propped him up on a chair, and the King fed him out of his own dish,
+and gave him delicious wine to drink. The man made a hearty meal,
+I can tell you. They thought he never would finish; but he did finish
+at last, after an hour or two.
+
+Then the King said to him: "Now, my good fellow, let us hear your
+news."
+
+"The news is, your Majesty," said the man, "that an hour ago I was
+hungry, and now I am not!"
+
+All the people looked shocked at his impertinence. But the King only
+laughed, and said: "That news is true of most of us every day of
+our lives. Well, you are a bold fellow; this time you may go free,
+but I advise you not to try it again."
+
+The man bowed low, and went away happy in the success of his trick. I
+don't know whether the King spent less money upon his dinner after
+that, but I am quite sure that no one else got a meal at his table
+in the same way.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE JACKAL WOULD A-WOOING GO
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a family of Lions that lived in the
+Himalaya Mountains in a Golden Cave. They were three brothers and
+one sister. Near by was a silver mountain with a Crystal Cave, and
+in this Crystal Cave lived a Jackal.
+
+The young Lions used to be out all day, hunting, while their sister
+kept everything neat and tidy at home. When they caught anything
+they used to keep a bit for her, because they were not greedy Lions,
+and they thought that if she did the work at home she deserved some
+of the game they got abroad.
+
+Now this Jackal fell violently in love with the young Lioness. She
+was very beautiful, with soft brown fur, and large soft eyes, and
+fine whiskers; and he did not stop to think what a mongrel cur a
+Jackal looks beside a Lion, how small, and sneaking, and snarling;
+so that it was the height of impertinence even to think of such a
+thing. He did think of it, and more, he actually proposed to the
+Lioness! You shall hear how he did it.
+
+He had the sense to wait until the three brothers had gone out hunting
+for food; and then he came and tapped on the rock at the mouth of
+the Golden Cave. The Lioness looked out, and very much surprised
+was the Lioness to see the Jackal there. She knew him by sight,
+of course, as a neighbour; and, indeed, when he was in his Crystal
+Cave you could always see him, perched up in the air as it might be;
+for you can see through crystal like glass, and it looked just as
+if there were nothing there. But they were not on visiting terms,
+so the Lioness was surprised to see him come tapping at her door. She
+gave him a distant bow, and waited.
+
+"Beautiful Lioness!" said he, "I love you! see how much we are
+alike! You have four feet, and so have I; clearly we are made for
+one another. Will you marry me? We shall be so happy together!"
+
+This offer so astonished the Lioness that she could say nothing. She
+hated the vile creature, vilest of all creatures; that he should dare
+to address himself to a royal lioness! a scavenger to a queen! The very
+thought of the insult made her furious. She resolved that, after such
+a thing as that had spoken to her, she might just as well die, either
+by holding her breath or by starving herself. As these thoughts passed
+through her mind the Jackal was waiting for his answer; but no answer
+he got. This seemed a pretty broad hint that he was not wanted there;
+so he went home again, very woebegone, with his tail between his legs,
+and lay down in his Crystal Cave in much misery.
+
+By-and-by the eldest brother of the Lioness came home again, with
+a fine fat deer which he had killed. "Here, sister," he called out,
+"have a bit!"
+
+She put on a very gloomy air. "No," she said, "I think I shall have
+to die."
+
+"Why, what on earth is the matter?" asked he.
+
+"A nasty, dirty Jackal came, and wanted to marry me!"
+
+"The brute!" said her brother. "Where is he?"
+
+"Can't you see him, lying up in the sky?" You know the crystal was
+transparent, and as she had never been there she could not tell he
+was really in a cave.
+
+Off galloped the young Lion, furious with rage, and when he got near
+the place where the Jackal was lying in his Crystal Cave, he leaped
+at him, when--crack! went his skull against the wall of crystal,
+and down fell the Lion--dead!
+
+Just as the Lioness was getting anxious about her eldest brother,
+the second came in. She told him the same tale, though she was
+beginning to be sorry that she was going to die. He had not hurt
+her, after all; and how nice the meat smelt! But the second Lion
+did not give her much time to think; he growled, and off he went,
+leaped into the air, cracked his crown against the wall of crystal,
+and fell down dead beside his brother.
+
+Now when the third brother came in, the Lioness was quite sure she
+didn't mean to die. However, she looked as gloomy as ever, and told
+her brother what had happened; he had better go out and see what
+was become of the other two. Surely two Lions were a match for any
+Jackal! Still, there he was, as before, up in the air.
+
+"Up in the air?" said the youngest brother, who was cleverer than all
+the rest put together. "Stuff and nonsense! Now let me think. There
+must be something for him to lie upon; and yet you can see through
+it." He scratched his head with one paw and looked wise. "I have
+it! Crystal, of course, or glass--that's what it is!" So up he jumped,
+and when he got near the Crystal Cave, there were his two brothers,
+dead, with their skulls cracked right across like a teacup.
+
+He sat down again, and scratched his head with the other paw. "H'm! it
+looks as though it may be difficult to get at this Jackal. However,
+I'll try kindness first. Jackie, Jackie dear!" he called out.
+
+Now you must know that Lions have a very loud voice, and, if you
+have heard them talking in the Zoo, you will know that even when
+they want to coax and purr they are enough to frighten you. And so
+the poor Jackal, who, after all, was not so bad as the proud Lioness
+made out, when he heard the Lion coaxing him down, thought "What an
+awful roar!" His heart was beating very hard before, but this time it
+gave such a leap that something went snap! And the Jackal was dead too.
+
+Then the Lion looked up, and saw that the Jackal was dead. So he
+buried his brothers, and went and told his sister all about it. You
+might expect her to be sorry that her two brave brothers were dead,
+all because she held her nose so high in the air; but not a bit of
+it; she was quite satisfied so long as one was left to catch food
+for her. So she lived all the rest of her life in the Golden Cave,
+but I never heard that any other animal asked her to marry him.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE LION AND THE BOAR
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a Lion who lived in the mountains, and
+he used to drink water out of a beautiful lake. It so happened that,
+as he was drinking there one day, he saw a Boar feeding over on the
+opposite bank. Now he had just eaten a leg of elephant, and was not
+hungry; but he made a note of that Boar, thinking to himself what
+a nice meal the Boar would make some other day. So, after drinking
+his fill, he crawled quietly away through the bushes, hoping that
+the Boar could not see him. But the Boar had sharp eyes, and did see
+him. "Hullo!" said he to himself, "yon Lion is afraid of me, that's
+clear! Ah well, he need not think to get off so easy. If he wants
+to go, he must fight me first!" He puffed his chest out very big,
+and rubbed his tusks against a tree, then he called out:
+
+
+        "Stay, stay, runaway!
+        Let us have a fight to-day!
+        You have four feet, so have I!
+        If you fail, you can but try!"
+
+
+The Lion could hardly believe his ears. What! a Boar challenge him
+to fight! He could break a Boar's back with a tap of his paw. Still,
+he hid his astonishment at this impertinent Boar and only said:
+
+"Please, Mr. Boar, let me off to-day, as I'm rather tired; I have
+just been wrestling with a fox. But, if you like, I will meet you
+here this day week, and then we can fight it out between us."
+
+He said this so humbly that the Boar became haughtier than ever. "Oh,
+very well," said he, "it shall never be said I took a mean advantage
+of any one. This day week, then! Good-day to you."
+
+When he got home, his friends hardly knew him. Every bristle on his
+back was standing up straight; his little greedy eyes were gleaming;
+he ran into the house, knocking over the pots and pans, snarling
+at his wife, and making himself very disagreeable indeed. At last
+the other Boars protested, and said they would not stand it any
+longer. "Oho!" says he, "you defy a Boar that has killed a Lion! Come
+on, then!" and very fierce indeed he looked.
+
+Killed a Lion! They did open their eyes. "Where is the Lion you have
+killed?" asked a pretty little sow, full of curiosity.
+
+"Well, I haven't exactly killed him yet," said the Boar rather
+unwillingly. "He is coming to be killed this day week."
+
+"What on earth do you mean?" his friends asked. He told them the story,
+but he did not feel quite so bold now as he had felt before. And
+when he finished, he felt worse than ever; for one and all they set
+up such a weeping and wailing that the whole forest resounded with
+it! "Oh dear, oh dear!" they cried, "you'll be the death of us! Kill a
+Lion? Why, he will crunch you up in a trice, and then he'll come here,
+and we are all dead Boars!"
+
+By this time the poor Boar had lost all his conceit; you see he was
+an ignorant Boar, and did not know at all what the strength of a Lion
+is. So his heart was down in his toes, and all he wanted now was some
+way out of the mischief. Nobody could think of a way, until one very
+old and wise Boar advised him to roll in the mud till he was very
+dirty, because Lions are clean beasts and do not like dirt.
+
+So every day he rolled and wallowed in the dirtiest places he could
+find; and by the appointed time he was like a big cake of dirt. So
+when he came to the lake where he was to meet the Lion, the wind took
+a whiff of him to the Lion, and the Lion gave a jump, and snuffed,
+and sneezed, and swished his tail, and cried out, "Get to leeward,
+get to leeward! Here's a pretty trick! Well, you have saved your life;
+I would not touch you with a pair of tongs now!" and, in great disgust
+he went away, saying, as he went, this little rhyme:
+
+
+        "Dirty Boar, I want no more,
+            You're saved from being eaten;
+        If you would fight, I yield me quite,
+            And own that I am beaten!"
+
+
+You may be sure that our friend the Boar did not wait any longer, but
+scampered off home. But when he got there, I am sorry to say he told
+all his friends he had beaten the Lion, and the Lion had run away! He
+certainly had beaten the Lion in one way, but not in fair fight, so
+it was rather mean to pretend he had. However, nobody believed him,
+and the colony of Boars thought the best thing they could do was to get
+away from that place as fast as their four legs could carry them. "If
+he is beaten," said they with a wink, "still, after all, he is a Lion."
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE GOBLIN CITY
+
+
+Long, long ago, in the island of Ceylon, there was a large city full
+of nothing but Goblins. They were all She-goblins, too; and if they
+wanted husbands, they used to get hold of travellers and force them
+to marry; and afterwards, when they were tired of their husbands,
+they gobbled them up.
+
+One day a ship was wrecked upon the coast near the goblin city,
+and five hundred sailors were cast ashore. The She-goblins came down
+to the seashore, and brought food and dry clothes for the sailors,
+and invited them to come into the city. There was nobody else there
+at all; but for fear that the sailors should be frightened away,
+the Goblins, by their magic power, made shapes of people appear all
+around, so that there seemed to be men ploughing in the fields, or
+shepherds tending their sheep, and huntsmen with hounds, and all the
+sights of the quiet country life. So, when the sailors looked round,
+and saw everything as usual, they felt quite secure; although, as
+you know, it was all a sham.
+
+The end of it was, that they persuaded the sailors to marry them,
+telling them that their own husbands had gone to sea in a ship, and
+had been gone these three years, so that they must be drowned and lost
+for ever. But really, as you know, they had served others in just
+the same way, and their last batch of husbands were then in prison,
+waiting to be eaten.
+
+In the middle of the night, when the men were all asleep, the
+She-goblins rose up, put on their hats, and hurried down to the prison;
+there they killed a few men, and gnawed their flesh, and ate them up;
+and after this orgie they went home again. It so happened that the
+captain of the sailors woke up before his wife came home, and not
+seeing her there, he watched. By-and-by in she came; he pretended
+to be asleep, and looked out of the tail of his eye. She was still
+munching and crunching, and as she munched she muttered:
+
+
+        "Man's meat, man's meat,
+        That's what Goblins like to eat!"
+
+
+She said it over and over again, then lay down; and soon she was
+snoring loudly.
+
+The captain was horribly frightened to find he had married a
+Goblin. What was he to do? They could not fight with Goblins, and
+they were in the Goblins' power. If they had a ship they might have
+sailed away, because Goblins hate the water worse than a cat; but
+their ship was gone. He could think of nothing.
+
+However, next morning, he found a chance of telling his mates what
+he had discovered. Some of them believed him, and some said he must
+have been dreaming; they were sure their wives would not do such a
+thing. Those who believed him agreed that they would look out for a
+chance of escape.
+
+But there was a kind fairy who hated those Goblins; and she determined
+to save the men. So she told her flying horse to go and carry them
+away. And accordingly, as the men were out for a walk next day,
+the captain saw in the air a beautiful horse with large white and
+gold wings. The horse fluttered down, and hovered just above them,
+crying out, in a human voice:
+
+"Who wants to go home? who wants to go home? who wants to go home?"
+
+"I do, I do!" called out the sailors.
+
+"Climb up, then!" said the horse, dropping within reach. So one
+climbed up, and then another, and another; and, although the horse
+looked no bigger than any other horse, there was room for everybody
+on his back. I think that somehow, when they got up, the fairy made
+them shrink small, till they were no bigger than so many ants, and thus
+there was plenty of room for all. When all who wanted to go had got up
+on his back, away flew the beautiful horse and took them safely home.
+
+As for those who remained behind, that very night the Goblins set
+upon them and mangled them, and munched them to mincemeat.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+LACKNOSE
+
+
+There was once a Gardener who had no nose, and he had a very nice
+garden full of beautiful flowers: roses, and pinks, and lilies,
+and violets, and all the prettiest flowers you can imagine.
+
+Three little boys thought they would like a bunch of flowers, but
+they did not know how to get it. So one of them went into the garden
+and said:
+
+"Good morning, Mr. Lacknose!"
+
+"Good morning, boy," said the Gardener.
+
+The boy thought the best thing he could do was to flatter the old
+fellow, so he had made up a verse of poetry that he thought very
+pretty, and so he said to the Gardener:
+
+
+        "Cut, and cut, and cut again,
+        Hair and whiskers grow amain:
+        And your nose will grow like these:
+        Give me a little posy, please!"
+
+
+The Gardener knew very well that his nose would not grow again like
+his whiskers, and he thought the little boy rather rude to mention it;
+so he became angry.
+
+"Go away!" said he, "and get your posy somewhere else!"
+
+The boy went away disappointed; but the second boy thought he would
+try his luck too. Perhaps the first boy had not spoken nicely; and
+he had made a verse of poetry too, which he thought would just suit
+the old Gardener. So in he came with "Good morning, Mr. Lacknose!"
+
+"Good morning, boy," said the old man. "And what do you want?"
+
+Then the boy put on a coaxing smile, and said:
+
+
+        "In the autumn seeds are sown,
+        And ere long they're fully grown;
+        May your nose sprout up like these!
+        Give me a little posy, please!"
+
+
+"There!" he thought, "the old fellow will like that, because he is a
+Gardener." But not a bit of it! The Gardener saw through his trick,
+and was angrier than ever.
+
+"Be off!" said he, "or I'll be after you with a stick! Plant a nose,
+indeed! You had better go somewhere and learn manners before you ask
+for my flowers!"
+
+So the second boy went away faster than the first.
+
+But the third boy was an honest little boy, and knew that there is
+nothing like the truth; so he determined to try what truth could
+do. He walked modestly into the garden and said:
+
+"Good morning, sir!"
+
+"What, another of 'em!" growled the Gardener to himself. "Another pack
+of lies, I suppose!" He would hardly look at the boy. But the boy,
+nothing daunted, repeated his verse:
+
+
+        "Babbling fools! to think that they
+        Can get a posy in this way!
+        Say they yes, or say they no,
+        Noses cut no more will grow.
+        See, I ask you honestly:
+        Give a posy, sir, to me!"
+
+
+The Gardener was so pleased to find a straightforward and honest
+little boy, that he took his scissors and cut a most beautiful bunch
+of flowers, which he gave the boy with a smile. The boy said, "Thank
+you, sir, very much!" and went away delighted.
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+THE KING'S LESSON
+
+
+Once upon a time there lived a very good King, whose name was
+Godfrey. Of course, when a man is King, everybody is ready to call him
+good; but this King really was good. He used to hold courts of justice
+for people to come to when they had a quarrel; and he decided all the
+cases so wisely that nobody durst bring an unjust cause before him. So
+after a while the result was, that the courts became empty; all the
+rustle and bustle was quiet, the wigs and gowns were hung up on pegs,
+and as dusty as dusty could be; and nobody had any quarrels at all.
+
+"What a blessing!" thought King Godfrey to himself. "Now we have a
+little peace. And they say it's all my doing! I wonder if I am really
+as good as people make me out. Suppose I try to see?" No sooner said
+than done with this King. He asked one and he asked another; he begged
+and prayed them to tell him of his faults, so that he might mend them;
+but no, they said they really could not tell him of his faults, when he
+had none to tell of. He tried in the palace, he tried in the city; high
+and low, to and fro, it was just the same: all praise and no blame.
+
+"Well, upon my word," thought the King, "I had no idea I was such a
+good fellow. Still, who knows what they say behind my back? Happy
+thought! I'll disguise myself, and that will soon show me the
+truth." So he dressed himself like a traveller, and got a carriage
+and pair, and drove all over the country, asking everybody what they
+thought of the King. Wonder of wonders! they said the same behind
+his back as they did to his face! That must have been a very nice
+country to live in, but I am sure I cannot tell where it is.
+
+Now in such a strange country as that, strange things will happen;
+and so it turned out that, as our King was driving along, he came to
+a narrow lane sunk between two steep banks, with only just room for
+the carriage; and right in the middle of this lane another carriage
+met him. There they stood, both of them, and neither would budge. Our
+King did not know who was in that carriage, but I will tell you who
+it was. This was the King of the next country, who was also a good
+king as kings go, though not so good as the first; and he had got
+the same idea into his head, that he would wander about in disguise,
+and find out what people thought of him. Everybody had a good word
+for him too, it seems; but if he found no one to pick faults in him
+before, here was one now, as you shall see.
+
+"Get out of the way!" said the driver of the other carriage.
+
+"Get out of the way yourself!" said King Godfrey's man. "I have a King
+inside," said he; you see, he knew who the disguised traveller was,
+and he thought there was no need to hide it now, when it might save
+him trouble.
+
+"If you have one King, I have another!" said the other man; and
+imagine how astonished King Godfrey's coachman was to hear that.
+
+"Oh dear, oh dear," he said, "what is to be done? Both Kings! How old
+is your King?" he added suddenly, hoping, you see, that the younger
+might be willing to give way.
+
+"Fifty."
+
+"Fifty! So is mine! And how rich is he? "
+
+But it turned out they were just the same in that point; and though
+he cudgelled his brains to find out some difference, there seemed
+to be none; their kingdoms were exactly the same size, with exactly
+the same number of people in them, and their ancestors had been just
+as brave and glorious in peace or war. In fact, they were as like as
+two peas in a pod.
+
+All this time the horses were champing their bits and pawing the
+ground, as if they would like to jump over each other's heads; and I
+daresay the Kings were getting impatient too, though they were much
+too dignified to say anything. And there they might have stayed till
+doomsday, but that King Godfrey's coachman hit on a fine idea. He
+suggested that perhaps one of them was a better King than the other;
+what were his master's virtues, would the other coachman kindly
+tell him?
+
+The other coachman had his answer all ready, in poetry too, and this
+it was:
+
+
+"Rough to the rough, my mighty King the mild with mildness sways,
+Masters the good by goodness, and the bad with badness pays:
+Give place, give place, O driver! such are this monarch's ways!"
+
+
+"H'm," said King Godfrey's driver, "tit for tat is all very well,
+but I shouldn't call it virtue to pay out a bad man in his own coin."
+
+"Oh, well," says the other in a huff, "you can call it vice if you
+like; and I should be very glad to hear all your King's virtues,
+if you laugh at mine!"
+
+"Certainly," said King Godfrey's coachman; and, not to be beaten,
+he did his answer into poetry, like the other:
+
+
+"He conquers wrath by mildness, the bad with goodness sways,
+By gifts the miser vanquishes and lies with truth repays.
+Give place, give place, O driver! such are this monarch's ways!"
+
+
+Then the other man felt he had met his match. "I can't cap that,"
+said he; "your master is better than mine." And the new King, who
+had not said a word all this time, thought it was time to be moving;
+perhaps he had been asleep; anyhow, he was not at all angry with his
+coachman, but out he got, and they let the horses loose, and pulled
+the carriage up on the slope to let King Godfrey pass by. But King
+Godfrey, before he went on, gave the other King a little good advice,
+which the King promised to take; for in that strange country people
+used to follow good advice sometimes. And then they said "Good-bye,"
+and both went back home again, and both of them ruled their countries
+well until they died. The other King, we may be sure, was all the
+better for that lesson; and I hope Godfrey did not become conceited in
+that strange country, as he would have been if he lived here with us.
+
+
+
+
+                                 FINIS
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+NOTE
+
+
+[1] The Jataka; or Stories of the Buddha's former
+Births. Translated from the Pali by various hands, under the
+editorship of Professor E. B. Cowell. Vol. I., translated by
+R. Chalmers, B.A. (1895). Vol. II., translated by W. H. D. Rouse,
+M.A. (1895). Vol. III., translated by H. T. Francis, M.A., and
+R. A. Neil, M.A. (1897). Vol. IV., in preparation. All the stories
+but two come from the second volume of this work.
+
+
+
+
+
+
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