tube for holding water) and threw it over the tiger. The tiger said, 'My friend! My friend! I am dying, I am all burnt up,' he said. The wild-cat--'There is a waterfall some way down stream; if you roll down that you will be well,' he said. He rolled down and so he died." How Benglama Tried to Climb to the Top of the Big "Bung" Tree. "This Benglama--his wife was going to start for the jhum, and she spoke thus to him. To her husband his wife said, 'Benglam, when the sun shines through our doorway, cook the rice, do,' she said. 'When the sun shines on the top of the bung tree in front of our house, then clean the rice and tie up the goat,' she said, and she also left her child with him. His wife then left him to go to the jhum. Then he, according to his wife's orders, when the sun shone in the doorway prepared to cook the rice. As often as he put the pot on the fire it fell off again. Presently the sun shone on the top of the bung tree. 'Did my wife say cook the food on the top of the bung tree?' he said. Then saying, 'I will clean the rice,' he prepared to climb to the top of the bung tree with the rice, mortar, and pounder, with the goat and the basket of fowls; but he could not climb up, he kept on falling down again. Just then his child, being hungry, began to cry and cry. Then Benglama, saying, 'Is his fontanel hurting?' pricked it with his hairpin. Then the child died. Benglama, saying, 'Has it gone to sleep?' laid it down on the sleeping machan; he did not know that it was dead. Then his wife came back from the jhum, and Benglama just before had fallen from the bung tree and was nearly dead, and lay on the sleeping platform groaning terribly. His wife said, 'Are you ill?' and he--'Speak! Why, I can hardly speak, I have fallen from the top of the bung tree and am nearly dead, don't you know?' he said to her. Then she looked at her child; and his wife--'Our child here is dead; how has it happened?' she said. Then Benglama--'Go on! it's not dead, its head was hurting and I pricked it; it is just asleep,' he said to her. Then his wife--'It is dead indeed; go and bury it,' she said. Then Benglama wrapped it up in a mat and carried it over his shoulder, and the body dropped out behind him, and he placed the mat only in a cave, and on his way back he saw his child's body. 'Whose child is this?' he said, and kicked it about with his feet." The Story of Ngamboma and Khuptingi.