But not many to-morrows after, when the tortoise arrived with his usual
question: “Well, how are you getting on?” he received no answer, for
the fox was lying in his hole quite still, dead of hunger.
By this time the tortoise was grown up, and was looked up to throughout
the forest as a person to be feared for his strength and wisdom. But he
was not considered a very swift runner, until an adventure with a deer
added to his fame.
One day, when he was basking in the sun, a stag passed by, and stopped
for a little conversation. “Would you care to see which of us can run
fastest?” asked the tortoise, after some talk. The stag thought the
question so silly that he only shrugged his shoulders. “Of course, the
victor would have the right to kill the other,” went on the tortoise.
“Oh, on that condition I agree,” answered the deer; “but I am afraid
you are a dead man.”
“It is no use trying to frighten me,” replied the tortoise. “But I
should like three days for training; then I shall be ready to start
when the sun strikes on the big tree at the edge of the great
clearing.”
The first thing the tortoise did was to call his brothers and his
cousins together, and he posted them carefully under ferns all along
the line of the great clearing, making a sort of ladder which stretched
for many miles. This done to his satisfaction, he went back to the
starting place.
The stag was quite punctual, and as soon as the sun’s rays struck the
trunk of the tree the stag started off, and was soon far out of the
sight of the tortoise. Every now and then he would turn his head as he
ran, and call out: “How are you getting on?” and the tortoise who
happened to be nearest at that moment would answer: “All right, I am
close up to you.”
Full of astonishment, the stag would redouble his efforts, but it was
no use. Each time he asked: “Are you there?” the answer would come:
“Yes, of course, where else should I be?” And the stag ran, and ran,
and ran, till he could run no more, and dropped down dead on the grass.
And the tortoise, when he thinks about it, laughs still.
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