"Of the day's impending dangers, Sickness, Death, and Misery, One will be; the wise man waking, ponders which that one will be." Presently the fowler fixed a net, scattered grains of rice about, and withdrew to hide. At this moment "Speckle-neck," King of the Pigeons, chanced to be passing through the sky with his Court, and caught sight of the rice-grains. Thereupon the King of the Pigeons asked of his rice-loving followers, 'How can there possibly be rice-grains lying here in an unfrequented forest? We will see into it, of course, but We like not the look of it--love of rice may ruin us, as the Traveller was ruined. "All out of longing for a golden bangle, The Tiger, in the mud, the man did mangle." "How did that happen?" asked the Pigeons. THE STORY OF THE TIGER AND THE TRAVELLER "Thus," replied Speckle-neck: "I was pecking about one day in the Deccan forest, and saw an old tiger sitting newly bathed on the bank of a pool, like a Brahman, and with holy kuskus-grass[3] in his paws. 'Ho! ho! ye travellers,' he kept calling out, 'take this golden bangle!' Presently a covetous fellow passed by and heard him. 'Ah!' thought he, 'this is a bit of luck--but I must not risk my neck for it either. "Good things come not out of bad things; wisely leave a longed-for ill. Nectar being mixed with poison serves no purpose but to kill." 'But all gain is got by risk, so I will see into it at least;' then he called out, 'Where is thy bangle?' The Tiger stretched forth his paw and exhibited it. 'Hem!' said the Traveller, 'can I trust such a fierce brute as thou art?' 'Listen,' replied the Tiger, 'once, in the days of my cub-hood, I know I was very wicked. I killed cows, Brahmans, and men without number--and I lost my wife and children for it--and haven't kith or kin left. But lately I met a virtuous man who counselled me to practise the duty of almsgiving--and, as thou seest, I am strict at ablutions and alms. Besides, I am old, and my nails and fangs are gone--so who would mistrust me? and I have so far conquered selfishness, that I keep the golden bangle for whoso comes. Thou seemest poor! I will give it thee. Is it not said, 'Give to poor men, son of Kûnti--on the wealthy waste not wealth; Good are simples for the sick man, good for nought to him in health.' 'Wade over the pool, therefore, and take the bangle,' Thereupon the covetous Traveller determined to trust him, and waded into the pool, where he soon found himself plunged in mud, and unable to move. 'Ho! ho!' says the Tiger, 'art thou stuck in a slough? stay, I will fetch thee out!' So saying he approached the wretched man and seized him--who meanwhile bitterly reflected-- 'Be his Scripture-learning wondrous, yet the cheat will be a cheat; Be her pasture ne'er so bitter, yet the cow's milk will be sweet.' And on that verse, too--