Adventure stories; Boys -- Fiction; India -- Fiction; Irish -- India -- Fiction; Lamas -- Fiction; Orphans -- Fiction; Spy stories
“Long and long ago, when Devadatta was King of Benares—let all listen
to the _Jâtaka!_—an elephant was captured for a time by the king’s
hunters and ere he broke free, beringed with a grievous legiron. This
he strove to remove with hate and frenzy in his heart, and hurrying up
and down the forests, besought his brother-elephants to wrench it
asunder. One by one, with their strong trunks, they tried and failed.
At the last they gave it as their opinion that the ring was not to be
broken by any bestial power. And in a thicket, new-born, wet with
moisture of birth, lay a day-old calf of the herd whose mother had
died. The fettered elephant, forgetting his own agony, said: ‘If I do
not help this suckling it will perish under our feet.’ So he stood
above the young thing, making his legs buttresses against the uneasily
moving herd; and he begged milk of a virtuous cow, and the calf throve,
and the ringed elephant was the calf’s guide and defence. Now the days
of an elephant—let all listen to the _Jâtaka!_—are thirty-five years to
his full strength, and through thirty-five Rains the ringed elephant
befriended the younger, and all the while the fetter ate into the
flesh.
“Then one day the young elephant saw the half-buried iron, and turning
to the elder said: ‘What is this?’ ‘It is even my sorrow,’ said he who
had befriended him. Then that other put out his trunk and in the
twinkling of an eyelash abolished the ring, saying: ‘The appointed time
has come.’ So the virtuous elephant who had waited temperately and done
kind acts was relieved, at the appointed time, by the very calf whom he
had turned aside to cherish—let all listen to the _Jâtaka!_ for the
Elephant was Ananda, and the Calf that broke the ring was none other
than The Lord Himself...”
Then he would shake his head benignly, and over the ever-clicking
rosary point out how free that elephant-calf was from the sin of pride.
He was as humble as a _chela_ who, seeing his master sitting in the
dust outside the Gates of Learning, over-leapt the gates (though they
were locked) and took his master to his heart in the presence of the
proud-stomached city. Rich would be the reward of such a master and
such a _chela_ when the time came for them to seek freedom together!
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