. Tales of the Punjab : told by the people . ed by the noise of his fall. Bul-ul-a-bul-ul-ul! answered he, pointing up intothe tree ; for of course he could not speak plainlywithout the tip of his tongue. What—is—the—matter ? they bawled in hisear, as if that would do any good. Bul-ul-a-bul-ul-ul! said he, still pointing upwards. The man is bewitched ! cried one ; there mustbe a ghost in the tree ! Just then the barbers wife began flapping her veiland howling; whereupon, without waiting to look,the thieves in a terrible fright set off at a run, drag-ging their leader with them ; and the barber
. Tales of the Punjab : told by the people . ed by the noise of his fall. Bul-ul-a-bul-ul-ul! answered he, pointing up intothe tree ; for of course he could not speak plainlywithout the tip of his tongue. What—is—the—matter ? they bawled in hisear, as if that would do any good. Bul-ul-a-bul-ul-ul! said he, still pointing upwards. The man is bewitched ! cried one ; there mustbe a ghost in the tree ! Just then the barbers wife began flapping her veiland howling; whereupon, without waiting to look,the thieves in a terrible fright set off at a run, drag-ging their leader with them ; and the barbers wife,coming down from the tree, put her bed on her head,and walked quietly home. After this, the thieves came to the conclusion thatit was no use trying to gain their point by force,so they went to law to claim their share. But thebarbers wife pleaded her own cause so well, bringingout the nose and tongue tips as witnesses, that theKing made the barber his Wazir, saying, He willnever do a foolish thing as long as his wife is alive !. THE JACKAL AND THE CROCODILE NCE upon a time, Mr. Jackal wastrotting along gaily, whenhe caught sight of a wildplum-tree laden with fruit onthe other side of a broaddeep stream. He could notget across anyhow, so he justsat down on the bank, andlooked at the ripe lusciousfruit until his mouth watered with desire. Now it so happened that, just then, Miss Crocodilecame floating down stream with her nose in the air. Good morning, my dear ! said Mr. Jackalpolitely ; how beautiful you look to-day, and howcharmingly you swim ! Now, if I could only swimtoo, what a fine feast of plums we two friends mighthave over there together ! And Mr. Jackal laid hispaw on his heart, and sighed. Now Miss Crocodile had a very inflammableheart, and when Mr. Jackal looked at her so admir-ingly, and spoke so sentimentally, she simpered andblushed, saying, Oh ! Mr. Jackal! how can you talkso ? I could never dream of going out to dinnerwith you, unless—unless— THE
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