Part 4 (1/2)

A little farther out, the fox said, ”I am afraid the water will cover you, there; juerbread Boy jumped on his shoulder

In the erbread Boy, ; jump on my nose, and I can hold you out of water”

So the little Gingerbread Boy juot on shore he threw back his head, and gave a snap!

”Dear one!” The next one!” The next one!”

And after that, the little Gingerbread Boy never said anything more at all

THE LITTLE JACKALS AND THE LION[1]

[1] The four stories of the little Jackal, in this book, are adapted from stories in Old Deccan Days, a collection of orally transain by knowing In the Hindu anined in Germanic lore to Reynard the Fox, and to ”Bre'r Rabbit” in the stories of our Southern negroes: he is the clever and humorous trickster who comes out of every encounter with a whole skin, and turns the laugh on every enele; and in the jungle there was a great big Lion; and the Lion was king of the jungle Whenever he wanted anything to eat, all he had to do was to come up out of his cave in the stones and earth and ROAR When he had roared a few tihtened that they ca-places and ran, this way and that, to get away

Then, of course, the Lion could see where they were And he pounced on theobbled them up

He did this so often that at last there was not a single thing left alive in the jungle besides the Lion, except two little Jackals,--a little father Jackal and a little mother Jackal

They had run away so many times that they were quite thin and very tired, and they could not run so fast any more And one day the Lion was so near that the little htened; she said,--

”Oh, Father Jackal, Father Jackal! I b'lieve our time has come! the Lion will surely catch us this time!”

”Pooh! nonsense, mother!” said the little father Jackal ”Come, we'll run on a bit!”

And they ran, ran, ran very fast, and the Lion did not catch them that time

But at last a day came when the Lion was nearer still and the little htened about to death

”Oh, Father Jackal, Father Jackal!” she cried; ”I' to eat us this time!”

”Now, mother, don't you fret,” said the little father Jackal; ”you do just as I tell you, and it will be all right”

Then what did those cunning little Jackals do but take hold of hands and run up towards the Lion, as if they hadhe stood up, and roared in a terrible voice,--

”You miserable little wretches, come here and be eaten, at once! Why didn't you come before?”

The father Jackal bowed very low

”Indeed, Father Lion,” he said, ”we ht to come before; and anted to coreat lion cahtened us so that we ran away”

”What do you le, and you know it!”

”Indeed, indeed, Father Lion,” said the little Jackal, ”I know that is what everybody thinks; but indeed and indeed there is another lion!

And he is as er than I! His face is much more terrible, and his roar far, far more dreadful Oh, he is far more fearful than you!”