They turned and again rushed at him. But suddenly a flight of arrows
darkened the air. Several buffaloes fell dead upon the plain, and the
king was wounded. These arrows were shot by a band of hunters who had
come to this plain in search of game, and had hidden themselves in a
thicket. From there they had seen Agodaguada race with the buffaloes.
Though the king was wounded, he would still have pursued Agodaguada,
but his followers had turned tail and were fleeing back into the
forest. He stood pawing the earth and frothing until another arrow
struck him, and then, bellowing with rage, he turned and followed his
herd.
He did not stop at the camp, however. He was so full of anger and
chagrin that he went on and on until he reached the wide plains of the
West, where he had never been seen or heard of before.
But Agodaguada joined the band of hunters who had saved him, and Iola
was married to their young chief and lived happily with him in his
lodge for ever after.
THE JACKAL AND THE ALLIGATOR
A HINDU FAIRY TALE
THERE was once a little jackal who lived near the banks of a great
river. Every day he went down to the water to catch the little crabs
that were there.
Now in that same river there lived a cruel alligator. He saw the little
jackal come down to the river every day, and he thought to himself,
“What a nice, tender morsel this little jackal would be if I could only
catch him.” So one day the alligator hid himself in the mud of the
river so that just the tip of his nose stuck out, and it looked almost
exactly like the back of a crab.
Very soon the little jackal came running along the bank of the river,
looking for crabs. When he saw the end of the alligator’s nose, he
thought, “That looks like the back of a fine big crab,” and he put in
his paw to scoop it out of the mud.
As soon as he did that, snap!—the teeth of the alligator came together,
and there he had the jackal by the paw.
The little jackal was terribly frightened, for he was sure the
alligator would pull him into the river and eat him. However, he began
to laugh, though the alligator’s teeth hurt him terribly. “Oh, you
stupid old alligator,” he cried. “You thought you would catch my paw,
and you didn’t catch anything but a bulrush root that I stuck down
there in the water to tickle your nose. Ah, silly, silly alligator!”
When the alligator heard that, he was much disappointed. “I certainly
thought I had caught that little jackal,” he said to himself, “and it
seems I have caught nothing but a bulrush root. There is no use in
holding on to that.” So he opened his mouth.
Then the little jackal snatched his paw out. “Oh, stupid one!” he
cried. “You did have me, and you let me go again. Oh, ring-a-ting!
ring-a-ting! You’ll never catch me again.” So saying, away he ran up
into the jungle.
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