They were told, “You can’t have the goods: a great merchant of such and such a place has already paid deposit for them.” On hearing this, they went to him; and his footmen announced their arrival, as had been agreed upon--three deep. Each of the merchants then gave him a thousand to become shareholders in the ship, and then another thousand for him to relinquish _his_ remaining share: and thus they made themselves owners of the cargo. So Chullaka’s pupil returned to Benares, taking with him two hundred thousand.[261] And from a feeling of gratitude, he took a hundred thousand and went to Chullaka the treasurer. Then the treasurer asked him, “What have you been doing, my good man, to get all this wealth?” “It was by adhering to what you said that I have acquired it within four months,” said he: and told him the whole story, beginning with the dead mouse. And when Chullaka the high treasurer heard his tale, he thought, “It will never do to let such a lad as this get into any one else’s hands.” So he gave him his grown-up daughter in marriage, and made him heir to all the family estates. And when the treasurer died, he received the post of city treasurer. But the Bodisat passed away according to his deeds. * * * * * It was when the Buddha had finished his discourse that he, as Buddha, uttered the following verse: As one might nurse a tiny flame, The able and far-seeing man, E’en with the smallest capital, Can raise himself to wealth! It was thus the Blessed One made plain what he had said, “Mendicants! Little Roadling has now through me become great in religion; but formerly through me he became great in riches.” When he had thus given this lesson, and told the double story, he made the connexion, and summed up the Jātaka by concluding, “He who was then Chullaka’s pupil was Little Roadling, but Chullaka the high treasurer was I myself.” END OF THE STORY OF CHULLAKA THE TREASURER. No. 5. TAṆḌULA-NĀḶI JĀTAKA. The Measure of Rice.[262] _“What is the value of a measure of rice,” etc._--This the Teacher told while sojourning at Jetavana, about a monk called Udāyin the Simpleton. At that time the Elder named Dabba, a Mallian by birth, held the office of steward in the Order.[263] When he issued the food-tickets in the morning, Udāyin sometimes received a better kind of rice, and sometimes an inferior kind. One day when he received the inferior kind, he threw the distribution-hall into confusion, crying out, “Why should Dabba know better than any other of us how to give out the tickets?” When he thus threw the office into disorder, they gave him the basket of tickets, saying, “Well, then, do you give out the tickets to-day!”