Part 9 (2/2)

Bamboo rubbed his eyes. Though only half awake, he knew it was his father's voice.

”But didn't it kill me?” he said as his father pulled him out by the heel from under the great stone turtle.

”What killed you, foolish boy? What can you be talking about? But I'll half-kill you if you don't hurry out of this and come to your supper.

Really I believe you are getting too lazy to eat. The idea of sleeping the whole afternoon under that turtle's belly!”

Bamboo, not yet fully awake, stumbled out of the tablet room, and his father locked the iron doors.

THE MAD GOOSE AND THE TIGER FOREST

[Ill.u.s.tration]

Hu-lin was a little slave girl. She had been sold by her father when she was scarcely more than a baby, and had lived for five years with a number of other children in a wretched houseboat. Her cruel master treated her very badly. He made her go out upon the street, with the other girls he had bought, to beg for a living. This kind of life was especially hard for Hu-lin. She longed to play in the fields, above which the huge kites were sailing in the air like giant birds. She liked to see the crows and magpies flying hither and thither. It was great fun to watch them build their stick nests in the tall poplars. But if her master ever caught her idling her time away in this manner he beat her most cruelly and gave her nothing to eat for a whole day. In fact he was so wicked and cruel that all the children called him Black Heart.

Early one morning when Hu-lin was feeling very sad about the way she was treated, she resolved to run away, but, alas! she had not gone more than a hundred yards from the houseboat when she saw Black Heart following her. He caught her, scolded her most dreadfully, and gave her such a beating that she felt too faint to stir.

For several hours she lay on the ground without moving a muscle, moaning as if her heart would break. ”Ah! if only someone would save me!” she thought, ”how good I would be all the rest of my days!”

Now, not far from the river there lived an old man in a tumble-down shanty. The only companion he had was a goose that watched the gate for him at night and screamed out loudly if any stranger dared to prowl about the place. Hu-lin and this goose were close friends, and the slave girl often stopped to chat with the wise fowl as she was pa.s.sing the old man's cottage. In this way she had learned that the bird's owner was a miser who kept a great deal of money hidden in his yard. Ch'ang, the goose, had an unusually long neck, and was thus able to pry into most of his master's affairs. As the fowl had no member of his own family to talk with, he told all he knew to Hu-lin.

On the very morning when Black Heart gave Hu-lin a beating for trying to run away, Ch'ang made a startling discovery. His lord and master was not really an old miser, but a young man in disguise. Ch'ang, feeling hungry, had slipped into the house at daybreak to see if any sc.r.a.ps had been left from the last evening's meal. The bedroom door had blown open in the night, and there lay a young man sound asleep, instead of the greybeard whom the gander called his master. Then, before his very eyes, the youth changed suddenly into his former shape and was an old man again.

In his excitement, forgetting all about his empty stomach, the terror-stricken goose rushed out into the yard to think over the mystery, but the longer he puzzled, the more strange it all seemed. Then he thought of Hu-lin, and wished that she would come by, that he might ask her opinion. He had a high regard for the slave girl's knowledge and believed that she would understand fully what had taken place.

Ch'ang went to the gate. As usual, it was locked, and there was nothing for him to do but wait for his master to rise. Two hours later the miser walked out into the yard. He seemed in good spirits, and he gave Ch'ang more to eat than usual. After taking his morning smoke on the street in front of the house, he strolled around it leaving the front gate ajar.

This was precisely what the gander had been expecting. Slipping quietly into the road, he turned towards the river where he could see the houseboats lined up at the wharf. On the sand near by lay a well-known form.

”Hu-lin,” he called as he drew near, ”wake up, for I have something to tell you.”

”I am not asleep,” she answered, turning her tear-stained face towards her friend.

”Why, what's the matter? You've been crying again. Has old Black Heart been beating you?”

”Hus.h.!.+ he's taking a nap in the boat. Don't let him hear you.”

”It's not likely he would understand goose-talk if he did,” replied Ch'ang, smiling. ”However, I suppose it's always best to be on the safe side, so I'll whisper what I have to say.”

Putting his bill close to her ear, he told Hu-lin of his recent discovery, and ended by asking her to tell him what it all meant.

The child forgot her own misery at hearing his wonderful story. ”Are you quite sure there was not some friend of the miser's spending the night with him?” she asked gravely.

”Yes, yes, perfectly sure, for he has no friends,” replied the gander.

”Besides, I was in the house just before he locked up for the night, and I saw neither hair nor hide of any other person.”

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