The Magic Lamp 1 The Two Brothers, Jhorea and Jhore 6 The Boy and his Stepmother 15 The Story of Kara and Guja 18 The King and his inquisitive Queen 22 The Story of Bitaram 25 The Story of Sit and Bosont 33 The Story of a Tiger 40 Story of a Lizard, a Tiger, and a lame Man 42 The Story of a Simpleton 45 A Thief and a Tiger 49 The Magic Fiddle 52 Gumda the Hero 57 Lipi and Lapra 62 The Story of Lelha 65 The Story of Sindura Gand Garur 89 The Tiger and Ulta's Mother 93 The Greatest Cheat of Seven 98 The Story of Two Princesses 102 Seven Brothers and their Sister 106 The Story of Jhore 111 The Girl who always found helpers 119 A Simple Thief 125 SANTAL FOLK-TALES. THE MAGIC LAMP. In the capital of a certain raja, there lived a poor widow. She had an only son who was of comely form and handsome countenance. One day a merchant from a far country came to her house, and standing in front of the door called out, "dada, dada," (elder brother). The widow replied, "He is no more, he died many years ago." On hearing this the merchant wept bitterly, mourning the loss of his younger brother. He remained some days in his sister-in-law's house, at the end of which he said to her, "This lad and I will go in quest of the golden flowers, prepare food for our journey." Early next morning they set out taking provisions with them for the way. After they had gone a considerable distance, the boy being fatigued said, "Oh! uncle I can go no further." The merchant scolded him, and walked along as fast as he could. After some time the boy again said, "I am so tired I can go no further." His uncle turned back and beat him, and he, nerved by fear, walked rapidly along the road. At length they reached a hill, to the summit of which they climbed, and gathered a large pile of firewood. They had no fire with them, but the merchant ordered his nephew to blow with his mouth as if he were kindling the embers of a fire. He blew until he was exhausted, and then said, "What use is there in blowing when there is no fire?" The merchant replied "Blow, or I shall beat you." He again blew with all his might for a short time, and then stopping, said, "There is no fire, how can it possibly burn?" on which the merchant struck him. The lad then redoubled his efforts, and presently the pile of firewood burst into a blaze. On