Moorish Literature: Comprising Romantic Ballads, Tales of the Berbers, Stories of the Kabyles, Folk-Lore, and National Traditions
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Moorish Literature: Comprising Romantic Ballads, Tales of the Berbers, Stories of the Kabyles, Folk-Lore, and National Traditions
Spanish literature -- Translations into English
"Well, wait," said the little ones, "and you will see." The camel came back
while browsing the grass of the roadside. The wren stretched himself out
near the nest. The camel seized the bird, which passed through its teeth
safe and sound.
"Truly," he said to them, "the camel is a gigantic animal, but I am not
ashamed of myself."
On the earth it generally happens that the vain are as if they did not
exist. But sooner or later a rock falls and crushes them.
* * * * *
THE MULE, THE JACKAL, AND THE LION
The mule, the jackal, and the lion went in company. "We will eat the one
whose race is bad," they said to each other.
"Lion, who is your father?"
"My father is a lion and my mother is a lioness."
"And you, jackal, what is your father?"
"My father is a jackal and my mother, too."
"And you, mule, what is your father?"
"My father is an ass, and my mother is a mare."
"Your race is bad; we will eat you."
He answered them: "I will consult an old man. If he says that my race is
bad, you may devour me."
He went to a farrier, and said to him, "Shoe my hind feet, and make the
nails stick out well."
He went back home. He called the camel and showed him his feet, saying:
"See what is written on this tablet."
"The writing is difficult to decipher," answered the camel. "I do not
understand it, for I only know three words--_outini, ouzatini,
ouazakin_." He called a lion, and said to him: "I do not understand
these letters; I only know three words--_outini, ouzatini, ouazakin_"
"Show it to me," said the lion. He approached. The mule struck him between
the eyes and stretched him out stiff.
He who goes with a knave is betrayed by him.
* * * * *
THADHELLALA
A woman had seven daughters and no son. She went to the city, and there saw
a rich shop. A little farther on she perceived at the door of a house a
young girl of great beauty. She called her parents, and said:
"I have my son to marry; let me have your daughter for him."
They let her take the girl away. She came back to the shop and said to the
man in charge of it:
"I will gladly give you my daughter; but go first and consult your father."
The young man left a servant in his place and departed. Thadhellala (that
was her name) sent the servant to buy some bread in another part of the
city. Along came a caravan of mules. Thadhellala packed all the contents of
the shop on their backs and said to the muleteer:
"I will go on ahead; my son will come in a moment. Wait for him--he will
pay you."
She went off with the mules and the treasures which she had packed upon
them. The servant came back soon.
"Where is your mother?" cried the muleteer; "hurry and, pay me."
"You tell me where she is and I will make her give me back what she has
stolen." And they went before the justice.
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