'The Jackal's fate, who being colored blue, Leaving his party, left his own life too.' 'No! How was that?' asked King Silver-sides. The Goose related-- THE STORY OF THE DYED JACKAL "A Jackal once on a time, as he was prowling about the suburbs of a town, slipped into an indigo-tank; and not being able to get out he laid himself down so as to be taken for dead. The dyer presently coming and finding what seemed a dead Jackal, carried him into the jungle and then flung him away. Left to himself, the Jackal found his natural color changed to a splendid blue. 'Really,' he reflected, 'I am now of a most magnificent tint; why should I not make it conduce to my elevation?' With this view, he assembled the other Jackals, and thus harangued them:-- 'Good people, the Goddess of the Wood, with her own divine hand, and with every magical herb of the forest, has anointed me King. Behold the complexion of royalty!--and henceforward transact nothing without my imperial permission." "The Jackals, overcome by so distinguished a color, could do nothing but prostrate themselves and promise obedience. His reign, thus begun, extended in time to the lions and tigers; and with these high-born attendants he allowed himself to despise the Jackals, keeping his own kindred at a distance, as though ashamed of them. The Jackals were indignant, but an old beast of their number thus consoled them:-- "Leave the impudent fellow to me. I will contrive his ruin. These tigers and the rest think him a King, because he is colored blue; we must show them his true colors. Do this, now!--in the evening-time come close about him, and set up a great yell together--he is sure to join in, as he used to do-- 'Hard it is to conquer nature: if a dog were made a King, Mid the coronation trumpets, he would gnaw his sandal-string.' And when he yells the Tigers will know him for a Jackal and fall upon him.' 'The thing befell exactly so, and the Jackal,' concluded the Minister, 'met the fate of one who leaves his proper party.' 'Still,' said the King, 'the Crow has come a long way, and we might see him, I think.' 'Admit the Parrot first, Sire,' said the Goose; 'the fort has been put in order and the spy despatched.' "Thereupon a Court was called, and the Parrot introduced, followed by Night-cloud, the Crow. A seat was offered to the parrot, who took it, and, with his beak in the air, thus delivered his mission:-- 'King Silver-sides!--My master, the King Jewel-plume, Lord of Lords, bids thee, if life and lands be dear to thee, to come and make homage at his august feet; and failing this to get thee gone from Camphor-island.' 'S'death!' exclaimed the Rajah, 'is there none that will silence this traitor?' 'Give the sign, your Majesty,' said the Crow, starting up, 'and I will despatch this audacious bird.' 'Sir,' said the Goose, 'be calm! and Sire, deign to listen--