“Let us go out and hunt for the charm. Perhaps we can find it. Our
sense of smell is so keen that if we came anywhere near where it is I
am sure we could find it, however well it was hidden. We will go from
house to house—all through the village, if need be. I will nose about
in the gardens and out-buildings, and you must manage to creep into the
houses and hunt about through the rooms.”
“Very well,” answered the cat. “I am sure I would be glad enough to
help our master, and to stay with him too, if only he could give us
enough to eat.”
So, early the next day, before the old man was awake, the dog and the
cat started out together on their search. The people of the village
were still asleep, but the cat managed to find a way to creep into
several of the houses, and the dog searched about outside, as he had
promised to do.
But with all their searchings, they found nothing except some scraps
of food here and there. These they ate, and so satisfied their hunger
somewhat. Then, when night came, they returned home, footsore and weary.
The old man was very glad to see them. All day he had missed them and
had wondered where they were. He had saved some supper for them and
was surprised that they did not seem more hungry for it. He was still
very sad. All day people had been coming to the hut to buy rice from
him, and when they found he had none to sell, they had been very much
disappointed. Some of them had even been angry and had scolded him.
The following day the dog and cat continued their search, but night
found them still unsuccessful. So it went on, day after day and week
after week. At last they had visited every house in the village, but
they had seen and heard nothing of the charm.
“Now you see how it is. We are only wasting our time,” said the cat.
“I knew we could not find it, and I, for one, shall begin to look for
another home.”
“Nay, but wait a bit,” answered the dog. “Have you forgotten that many
of our master’s customers came from the village across the river? We
have not searched there yet.”
“No, nor will we as far as I am concerned,” answered the cat. “I am
no swimmer. I have no idea of getting drowned. If you want to search
there, you will have to go by yourself.”
The dog began to beg and plead with her. “Very soon,” said he, “the
river will be frozen, and then we can cross on the ice without your
wetting even the smallest toe of your paw. Only come!”
“Very well,” said the cat at last. “I will do it; but mind you, we must
wait until the river is well frozen, and there is no chance of our
breaking through.”
The dog agreed to this, and so, one cold day, when the river was as
hard as stone, the two friends crossed to the farther side, and at once
began to search the houses there.
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