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Just So Stories.....................................................................................................................................................1

Rudyard Kipling......................................................................................................................................1

HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT ..............................................................................................1

HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP ...................................................................................................3

HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN ..........................................................................................5

HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS..............................................................................................6

THE ELEPHANT'S CHILD ..................................................................................................................10

THE SINGSONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO ...............................................................................15

THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS......................................................................................18

HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN .....................................................................................22

HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE .................................................................................................28

THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA ...................................................................................34

THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF........................................................................................40

THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED................................................................................................46


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Just So Stories

Rudyard Kipling

HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT 

HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP 

HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN 

HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS 

THE ELEPHANT'S CHILD 

THE SINGSONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO 

THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS 

HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN 

HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE 

THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA 

THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF 

THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED  

HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT

IN the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a  Whale, and he ate fishes. He ate the starfish

and the garfish,  and  the crab and the dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the  skate and  his mate, and the

mackereel and the pickereel, and the  really truly  twirlywhirly eel. All the fishes he could find in  all the sea

he ate  with his mouthso! Till at last there was  only one small fish left in  all the sea, and he was a small

'Stute Fish, and he swam a little  behind the Whale's right ear,  so as to be out of harm's way. Then the  Whale

stood up on his  tail and said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small  'Stute Fish said in a  small 'stute voice, 'Noble and

generous  Cetacean, have you ever  tasted Man?' 

'No,' said the Whale. 'What is it like?' 

'Nice,' said the small 'Stute Fish. 'Nice but nubbly.' 

'Then fetch me some,' said the Whale, and he made the sea froth  up  with his tail. 

'One at a time is enough,' said the 'Stute Fish. 'If you swim to  latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West (that

is magic), you  will  find, sitting _on_ a raft, _in_ the middle of the sea, with  nothing on  but a pair of blue

canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders  (you must  _not_ forget the suspenders, Best Beloved), and a jack

knife, one  shipwrecked Mariner, who, it is only fair to tell you,  is a man of  infiniteresourceandsagacity.' 

So the Whale swam and swam to latitude Fifty North, longitude  Forty West, as fast as he could swim, and

_on_ a raft, _in_ the  middle of the sea, _with_ nothing to wear except a pair of blue  canvas breeches, a pair of

suspenders (you must particularly  remember  the suspenders, Best Beloved), _and_ a jackknife, he  found

one  single, solitary shipwrecked Mariner, trailing his  toes in the water.  (He had his mummy's leave to paddle,

or else  he would never have done  it, because he was a man of infinite  resourceandsagacity.) 

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Then the Whale opened his mouth back and back and back till it  nearly touched his tail, and he swallowed the

shipwrecked  Mariner,  and the raft he was sitting on, and his blue canvas  breeches, and the  suspenders (which

you _must_ not forget), _and_  the jackknifeHe  swallowed them all down into his warm, dark,  inside

cupboards, and  then he smacked his lipsso, and turned  round three times on his  tail. 

But as soon as the Mariner, who was a man of infiniteresource  andsagacity, found himself truly inside the

Whale's warm, dark,  inside cupboards, he stumped and he jumped and he thumped and  he  bumped, and he

pranced and he danced, and he banged and he  clanged,  and he hit and he bit, and he leaped and he creeped,

and  he prowled  and he howled, and he hopped and he dropped, and he  cried and he  sighed, and he crawled

and he bawled, and he stepped  and he lepped,  and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't, and  the Whale

felt most  unhappy indeed. (_Have_ you forgotten the  suspenders?) 

So he said to the 'Stute Fish, 'This man is very nubbly, and  besides he is making me hiccough. What shall I

do?' 

'Tell him to come out,' said the 'Stute Fish. 

So the Whale called down his own throat to the shipwrecked  Mariner, 'Come out and behave yourself. I've

got the hiccoughs.' 

'Nay, nay!' said the Mariner. 'Not so, but far otherwise. Take  me  to my natalshore and the

whitecliffsofAlbion, and I'll  think about  it.' And he began to dance more than ever. 

'You had better take him home,' said the 'Stute Fish to the  Whale.  'I ought to have warned you that he is a

man of  infiniteresourceandsagacity.' 

So the Whale swam and swam and swam, with both flippers and his  tail, as hard as he could for the

hiccoughs; and at last he saw  the  Mariner's natalshore and the whitecliffsofAlbion, and  he rushed

halfway up the beach, and opened his mouth wide and  wide and wide,  and said, 'Change here for

Winchester, Ashuelot,  Nashua, Keene, and  stations on the _Fitch_burg Road;' and just as  he said 'Fitch' the

Mariner walked out of his mouth. But while  the Whale had been  swimming, the Mariner, who was indeed a

person  of  infiniteresourceandsagacity, had taken his jackknife and  cut up  the raft into a little square

grating all running criss  cross, and he  had tied it firm with his suspenders (_now_, you  know why you were

not  to forget the suspenders!), and he dragged  that grating good and tight  into the Whale's throat, and there  it

stuck! Then he recited the  following _Sloka_, which, as you  have not heard it, I will now proceed  to relate 

By means of a grating  I have stopped your ating. 

For the Mariner he was also an Hibernian. And he stepped out  on  the shingle, and went home to his

mother, who had given him  leave to  trail his toes in the water; and he married and lived  happily ever

afterward. So did the Whale. But from that day on,  the grating in his  throat, which he could neither cough up

nor  swallow down, prevented  him eating anything except very, very  small fish; and that is the  reason why

whales nowadays never eat  men or boys or little girls. 

The small 'Stute Fish went and hid himself in the mud under the  Doorsills of the Equator. He was afraid that

the Whale might be  angry with him. 

The Sailor took the jackknife home. He was wearing the blue  canvas breeches when he walked out on the

shingle. The suspenders  were left behind, you see, to tie the grating with; and that is  the  end of _that_ tale. 

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Because of the seas outside;

When the ship goes _wop_ (with a wiggle between)

And the steward falls into the souptureen,

  And the trunks begin to slide;

When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,

And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,

And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,

Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)

You're 'Fifty North and Forty West!'

HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP

NOW this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big  hump. 

In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and  all, and  the Animals were just beginning to work

for Man, there  was a Camel,  and he lived in the middle of a Howling Desert  because he did not want  to work;

and besides, he was a Howler  himself. So he ate sticks and  thorns and tamarisks and milkweed  and prickles,

most 'scruciating  idle; and when anybody spoke to  him he said 'Humph!' Just 'Humph!' and  no more. 

Presently the Horse came to him on Monday morning, with a saddle  on his back and a bit in his mouth, and

said, 'Camel, O Camel,  come  out and trot like the rest of us.' 

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Horse went away and told the  Man. 

Presently the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth, and  said, 'Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and

carry like the rest of  us.' 

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Dog went away and told the Man. 

Presently the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck and said,  'Camel, O Camel, come and plough like

the rest of us.' 

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Ox went away and told the Man. 

At the end of the day the Man called the Horse and the Dog and  the  Ox together, and said, 'Three, O Three,

I'm very sorry for  you (with  the world so newandall); but that Humphthing in the  Desert can't  work, or he

would have been here by now, so I am  going to leave him  alone, and you must work doubletime to make  up

for it.' 

That made the Three very angry (with the world so newandall),  and they held a palaver, and an _indaba_,

and a _punchayet_, and a  powwow on the edge of the Desert; and the Camel came chewing on  milkweed

_most_ 'scruciating idle, and laughed at them. Then he  said  'Humph!' and went away again. 

Presently there came along the Djinn in charge of All Deserts,  rolling in a cloud of dust (Djinns always travel

that way because  it  is Magic), and he stopped to palaver and powpow with the  Three. 

'Djinn of All Deserts,' said the Horse, 'is it right for any one  to be idle, with the world so newandall?' 

'Certainly not,' said the Djinn. 

'Well,' said the Horse, 'there's a thing in the middle of your  Howling Desert (and he's a Howler himself) with

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'Whew!' said the Djinn, whistling, 'that's my Camel, for all the  gold in Arabia! What does he say about it?' 

'He says "Humph!"' said the Dog; 'and he won't fetch and carry.' 

'Does he say anything else?' 

'Only "Humph!"; and he won't plough,' said the Ox. 

'Very good,' said the Djinn. 'I'll humph him if you will kindly  wait a minute.' 

The Djinn rolled himself up in his dustcloak, and took a bearing  across the desert, and found the Camel

most 'scruciatingly idle,  looking at his own reflection in a pool of water. 

'My long and bubbling friend,' said the Djinn, 'what's this I  hear  of your doing no work, with the world so

newandall?' 

'Humph!' said the Camel. 

The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his hand, and began to think  a Great Magic, while the Camel looked at

his own reflection in  the  pool of water. 

'You've given the Three extra work ever since Monday morning, all  on account of your 'scruciating idleness,'

said the Djinn; and he  went on thinking Magics, with his chin in his hand. 

'Humph!' said the Camel. 

'I shouldn't say that again if I were you,' said the Djinn; you  might say it once too often. Bubbles, I want you

to work.' 

And the Camel said 'Humph!' again; but no sooner had he said it  than he saw his back, that he was so proud

of, puffing up and  puffing  up into a great big lolloping humph. 

'Do you see that?' said the Djinn. 'That's your very own humph  that you've brought upon your very own self

by not working.  Today is  Thursday, and you've done no work since Monday, when  the work began.  Now

you are going to work.' 

'How can I,' said the Camel, 'with this humph on my back?' 

'That's made apurpose,' said the Djinn, 'all because you missed  those three days. You will be able to work

now for three days  without  eating, because you can live on your humph; and don't you  ever say I  never did

anything for you. Come out of the Desert  and go to the  Three, and behave. Humph yourself!' 

And the Camel humphed himself, humph and all, and went away to  join the Three. And from that day to this

the Camel always wears  a  humph (we call it 'hump' now, not to hurt his feelings); but he  has  never yet caught

up with the three days that he missed at the  beginning of the world, and he has never yet learned how to

behave. 

THE Camel's hump is an ugly lump

  Which well you may see at the Zoo;

But uglier yet is the hump we get

  From having too little to do.


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Kiddies and grownups toooooo,

If we haven't enough to dooooo,

    We get the hump

    Cameelious hump

The hump that is black and blue!

We climb out of bed with a frouzly head

  And a snarlyyarly voice.

We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl

  At our bath and our boots and our toys;

And there ought to be a corner for me

(And I know there is one for you)

    When we get the hump

    Cameelious hump

The hump that is black and blue!

The cure for this ill is not to sit still,

  Or frowst with a book by the fire;

But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,

  And dig till you gently perspire;

And then you will find that the sun and the wind.

And the Djinn of the Garden too,

    Have lifted the hump

    The horrible hump

The hump that is black and blue!

I get it as well as youoooo

If I haven't enough to dooooo

    We all get hump

    Cameelious hump

Kiddies and grownups too!

HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN

ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the  Red Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose

hat the rays of the sun  were  reflected in morethanoriental splendour. And the Parsee  lived by the  Red Sea

with nothing but his hat and his knife and a  cookingstove of  the kind that you must particularly never touch.

And one day he took  flour and water and currants and plums and  sugar and things, and made  himself one

cake which was two feet  across and three feet thick. It  was indeed a Superior Comestible  (that's magic), and

he put it on  stove because he was allowed to  cook on the stove, and he baked it and  he baked it till it was  all

done brown and smelt most sentimental. But  just as he was  going to eat it there came down to the beach from

the  Altogether  Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his  nose, two  piggy eyes, and few

manners. In those days the Rhinoceros's  skin  fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere.

He looked exactly like a Noah's Ark Rhinoceros, but of course  much  bigger. All the same, he had no manners

then, and he has no  manners  now, and he never will have any manners. He said, 'How!'  and the  Parsee left

that cake and climbed to the top of a palm  tree with  nothing on but his hat, from which the rays of the sun

were always  reflected in morethanoriental splendour. And the  Rhinoceros upset  the oilstove with his

nose, and the cake rolled  on the sand, and he  spiked that cake on the horn of his nose, and  he ate it, and he

went  away, waving his tail, to the desolate and  Exclusively Uninhabited  Interior which abuts on the islands of

Mazanderan, Socotra, and  Promontories of the Larger Equinox.  Then the Parsee came down from his

palmtree and put the stove on  its legs and recited the following  Sloka, which, as you have not  heard, I will

now proceed to relate: 

Them that takes cakes  Which the Parseeman bakes  Makes dreadful  mistakes. 


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And there was a great deal more in that than you would think. 

Because, five weeks later, there was a heat wave in the Red Sea,  and everybody took off all the clothes they

had. The Parsee  took off  his hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and  carried it over his  shoulder as he

came down to the beach to  bathe. In those days it  buttoned underneath with three buttons  and looked like a

waterproof.  He said nothing whatever about the  Parsee's cake, because he had eaten  it all; and he never had

any  manners, then, since, or henceforward. He  waddled straight into  the water and blew bubbles through his

nose,  leaving his skin on  the beach. 

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled  one  smile that ran all round his face two

times. Then he danced  three  times round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went  to his camp  and filled

his hat with cakecrumbs, for the Parsee  never ate anything  but cake, and never swept out his camp. He  took

that skin, and he  shook that skin, and he scrubbed that  skin, and he rubbed that skin  just as full of old, dry,

stale,  tickly cakecrumbs and some burned  currants as ever it could  possibly hold. Then he climbed to the top

of  his palmtree and  waited for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water  and put it on. 

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons,  and it tickled like cake crumbs in bed. Then

he wanted to  scratch,  but that made it worse; and then he lay down on the  sands and rolled  and rolled and

rolled, and every time he rolled  the cake crumbs  tickled him worse and worse and worse. Then he  ran to the

palmtree  and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed himself  against it. He rubbed so much  and so hard that he

rubbed his  skin into a great fold over his  shoulders, and another fold  underneath, where the buttons used to be

(but he rubbed the  buttons off), and he rubbed some more folds over  his legs. And  it spoiled his temper, but it

didn't make the least  difference to  the cakecrumbs. They were inside his skin and they  tickled. So  he went

home, very angry indeed and horribly scratchy; and  from  that day to this every rhinoceros has great folds in

his skin and  a very bad temper, all on account of the cakecrumbs inside. 

But the Parsee came down from his palmtree, wearing his hat,  from  which the rays of the sun were reflected

in  morethanoriental  splendour, packed up his cookingstove, and  went away in the direction  of Orotavo,

Amygdala, the Upland  Meadows of Anantarivo, and the  Marshes of Sonaput. 

THIS Uninhabited Island

  Is off Cape Gardafui,

By the Beaches of Socotra

  And the Pink Arabian Sea:

But it's hottoo hot from Suez

  For the likes of you and me

    Ever to go

    In a P. and 0.

And call on the CakeParsee!

HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS

IN the days when everybody started fair, Best Beloved, the  Leopard  lived in a place called the High Veldt.

'Member it  wasn't the Low  Veldt, or the Bush Veldt, or the Sour Veldt, but  the 'sclusively bare,  hot, shiny

High Veldt, where there was sand  and sandycoloured rock  and 'sclusively tufts of sandy  yellowish grass.

The Giraffe and the  Zebra and the Eland and  the Koodoo and the Hartebeest lived there; and  they were

'sclusively sandyyellowbrownish all over; but the Leopard,  he  was the 'sclusivest

sandiestyellowishbrownest of them alla  greyishyellowish cattyshaped kind of beast, and he matched

the  'sclusively yellowishgreyishbrownish colour of the High  Veldt to one  hair. This was very bad for the

Giraffe and the  Zebra and the rest of  them; for he would lie down by a  'sclusively

yellowishgreyishbrownish stone or clump of grass,  and when the  Giraffe or the Zebra or the Eland or the

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He would indeed! And, also,  there was an Ethiopian with bows  and arrows (a 'sclusively

greyishbrownishyellowish man he was then),  who lived on the  High Veldt with the Leopard; and the two

used to hunt  togetherthe Ethiopian with his bows and arrows, and the Leopard  'sclusively with his teeth

and clawstill the Giraffe and the  Eland  and the Koodoo and the Quagga and all the rest of them  didn't

know  which way to jump, Best Beloved. They didn't indeed! 

After a long timethings lived for ever so long in those  daysthey learned to avoid anything that looked

like a Leopard  or an  Ethiopian; and bit by bitthe Giraffe began it, because  his legs were  the longestthey

went away from the High Veldt.  They scuttled for  days and days and days till they came to a  great forest,

'sclusively  full of trees and bushes and stripy,  speckly, patchyblatchy shadows,  and there they hid: and after

another long time, what with standing  half in the shade and half  out of it, and what with the slipperyslidy

shadows of the trees  falling on them, the Giraffe grew blotchy, and  the Zebra grew  stripy, and the Eland and

the Koodoo grew darker, with  little  wavy grey lines on their backs like bark on a tree trunk; and  so, though

you could hear them and smell them, you could very  seldom  see them, and then only when you knew

precisely  where to look. They  had a beautiful time in the 'sclusively  specklyspickly shadows of the  forest,

while the Leopard and the  Ethiopian ran about over the  'sclusively  greyishyellowishreddish High Veldt

outside, wondering  where all  their breakfasts and their dinners and their teas had gone.  At  last they were so

hungry that they ate rats and beetles and  rockrabbits, the Leopard and the Ethiopian, and then they had  the

Big Tummyache, both together; and then they met Baviaanthe  dogheaded, barking Baboon, who is

Quite the Wisest Animal in All  South Africa. 

Said Leopard to Baviaan (and it was a very hot day), 'Where has  all the game gone?' 

And Baviaan winked. He knew. 

Said the Ethiopian to Baviaan, 'Can you tell me the present  habitat of the aboriginal Fauna?' (That meant just

the same  thing,  but the Ethiopian always used long words. He was a  grownup.) 

And Baviaan winked. He knew. 

Then said Baviaan, 'The game has gone into other spots; and my  advice to you, Leopard, is to go into other

spots as soon as you  can.' 

And the Ethiopian said, 'That is all very fine, but I wish to  know  whither the aboriginal Fauna has migrated.' 

Then said Baviaan, 'The aboriginal Fauna has joined the  aboriginal  Flora because it was high time for a

change; and my  advice to you,  Ethiopian, is to change as soon as you can.' 

That puzzled the Leopard and the Ethiopian, but they set off to  look for the aboriginal Flora, and presently,

after ever so many  days, they saw a great, high, tall forest full of tree trunks all  'sclusively speckled and

sprottled and spottled, dotted and  splashed  and slashed and hatched and crosshatched with shadows.  (Say

that  quickly aloud, and you will see how very shadowy the  forest must have  been.) 

'What is this,' said the Leopard, 'that is so 'sclusively dark,  and yet so full of little pieces of light?' 

'I don't know, said the Ethiopian, 'but it ought to be the  aboriginal Flora. I can smell Giraffe, and I can hear

Giraffe,  but I  can't see Giraffe.' 

'That's curious,' said the Leopard. 'I suppose it is because  we  have just come in out of the sunshine. I can

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'Wait a bit, said the Ethiopian. 'It's a long time since we've  hunted 'em. Perhaps we've forgotten what they

were like.' 

'Fiddle!' said the Leopard. 'I remember them perfectly on the  High  Veldt, especially their marrowbones.

Giraffe is about  seventeen feet  high, of a 'sclusively fulvous goldenyellow from  head to heel; and  Zebra is

about four and a half feet high, of  a'sclusively greyfawn  colour from head to heel.' 

'Umm, said the Ethiopian, looking into the specklyspickly  shadows  of the aboriginal Floraforest. 'Then

they ought to  show up in this  dark place like ripe bananas in a smokehouse.' 

But they didn't. The Leopard and the Ethiopian hunted all day;  and  though they could smell them and hear

them, they never saw  one of  them. 

'For goodness' sake,' said the Leopard at teatime, 'let us wait  till it gets dark. This daylight hunting is a

perfect scandal.' 

So they waited till dark, and then the Leopard heard something  breathing sniffily in the starlight that fell all

stripy through  the  branches, and he jumped at the noise, and it smelt like  Zebra, and it  felt like Zebra, and

when he knocked it down it  kicked like Zebra, but  he couldn't see it. So he said, 'Be  quiet, O you person

without any  form. I am going to sit on your  head till morning, because there is  something about you that I

don't understand.' 

Presently he heard a grunt and a crash and a scramble, and the  Ethiopian called out, 'I've caught a thing that I

can't see. It  smells like Giraffe, and it kicks like Giraffe, but it hasn't any  form.' 

'Don't you trust it,' said the Leopard. 'Sit on its head till  the  morningsame as me. They haven't any

formany of 'em.' 

So they sat down on them hard till bright morningtime, and then  Leopard said, 'What have you at your end

of the table, Brother?' 

The Ethiopian scratched his head and said, 'It ought to be  'sclusively a rich fulvous orangetawny from head

to heel, and it  ought to be Giraffe; but it is covered all over with chestnut  blotches. What have you at your

end of the table, Brother?' 

And the Leopard scratched his head and said, 'It ought to be  'sclusively a delicate greyishfawn, and it ought

to be Zebra;  but it  is covered all over with black and purple stripes. What in  the world  have you been doing to

yourself, Zebra? Don't you know  that if you  were on the High Veldt I could see you ten miles off?  You

haven't any  form.' 

'Yes,' said the Zebra, 'but this isn't the High Veldt. Can't you  see?' 

'I can now,' said the Leopard. 'But I couldn't all  yesterday. How  is it done?' 

'Let us up,' said the Zebra, 'and we will show you. 

They let the Zebra and the Giraffe get up; and Zebra moved away  to  some little thornbushes where the

sunlight fell all stripy,  and  Giraffe moved off to some tallish trees where the shadows  fell all  blotchy. 

'Now watch,' said the Zebra and the Giraffe. 'This is the way  it's  done. Onetwothree! And where's your

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Leopard stared, and Ethiopian stared, but all they could see were  stripy shadows and blotched shadows in the

forest, but never a  sign  of Zebra and Giraffe. They had just walked off and hidden  themselves  in the shadowy

forest. 

'Hi! Hi!' said the Ethiopian. 'That's a trick worth learning.  Take  a lesson by it, Leopard. You show up in this

dark place  like a bar of  soap in a coalscuttle.' 

'Ho! Ho!' said the Leopard. 'Would it surprise you very much to  know that you show up in this dark place like

a mustardplaster  on a  sack of coals?' 

'Well, calling names won't catch dinner, said the Ethiopian.  'The  long and the little of it is that we don't match

our  backgrounds. I'm  going to take Baviaan's advice. He told  me I ought to change; and as  I've nothing to

change except my  skin I'm going to change that.' 

'What to?' said the Leopard, tremendously excited. 

'To a nice working blackishbrownish colour, with a little purple  in it, and touches of slatyblue. It will be

the very thing for  hiding in hollows and behind trees.' 

So he changed his skin then and there, and the Leopard was more  excited than ever; he had never seen a man

change his skin  before. 

'But what about me?' he said, when the Ethiopian had worked his  last little finger into his fine new black skin. 

'You take Baviaan's advice too. He told you to go into spots.' 

'So I did,' said the Leopard. I went into other spots as fast as  I  could. I went into this spot with you, and a lot

of good it  has done  me.' 

'Oh,' said the Ethiopian, 'Baviaan didn't mean spots in South  Africa. He meant spots on your skin.' 

'What's the use of that?' said the Leopard. 

'Think of Giraffe,' said the Ethiopian. 'Or if you prefer  stripes,  think of Zebra. They find their spots and

stripes give  them perfeet  satisfaction.' 

'Umm,' said the Leopard. 'I wouldn't look like Zebranot for  ever  so.' 

'Well, make up your mind,' said the Ethiopian, 'because I'd hate  to go hunting without you, but I must if you

insist on looking  like a  sunflower against a tarred fence.' 

'I'll take spots, then,' said the Leopard; 'but don't make 'em  too  vulgarbig. I wouldn't look like Giraffenot

for ever so.' 

'I'll make 'em with the tips of my fingers,' said the Ethiopian.  'There's plenty of black left on my skin still.

Stand over!' 

Then the Ethiopian put his five fingers close together (there was  plenty of black left on his new skin still) and

pressed them all  over  the Leopard, and wherever the five fingers touched they left  five  little black marks, all

close together. You can see them  on any  Leopard's skin you like, Best Beloved. Sometimes the  fingers

slipped  and the marks got a little blurred; but if you  look closely at any  Leopard now you will see that there


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are  always five spotsoff five  fat black fingertips. 

'Now you are a beauty!' said the Ethiopian. 'You can lie out on  the bare ground and look like a heap of

pebbles. You can lie out  on  the naked rocks and look like a piece of puddingstone. You  can lie  out on a

leafy branch and look like sunshine sifting  through the  leaves; and you can lie right across the centre of a  path

and look  like nothing in particular. Think of that and  purr!' 

'But if I'm all this,' said the Leopard, 'why didn't you go  spotty  too?' 

'Oh, plain black's best for a nigger,' said the Ethiopian. 'Now  come along and we'll see if we can't get even

with Mr. OneTwo  ThreeWhere'syourBreakfast!' 

So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved.  That is all. 

Oh, now and then you will hear grownups say, 'Can the Ethiopian  change his skin or the Leopard his spots?'

I don't think even  grownups would keep on saying such a silly thing if the Leopard  and  the Ethiopian hadn't

done it oncedo you? But they will  never do it  again, Best Beloved. They are quite contented as  they are. 

I AM the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones,

'Let us melt into the landscapejust us two by our lones.'

People have comein a carriagecalling. But Mummy is there....

Yes, I can go if you take meNurse says she don't care.

Let's go up to the pigsties and sit on the farmyard rails!

Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their

tails!

Let'soh, anything, daddy, so long as it's you and me,

And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea!

Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and

stick,

And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it

quick.

THE ELEPHANT'S CHILD

IN the High and FarOff Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had  no  trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy

nose, as big as a boot,  that he  could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn't  pick up things  with it. But

there was one Elephanta new  Elephantan Elephant's  Childwho was full of 'satiable  curtiosity, and

that means he asked  ever so many questions. And  he lived in Africa, and he filled all  Africa with his 'satiable

curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the  Ostrich, why her  tailfeathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the

Ostrich spanked  him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle,  the  Giraffe, what made his skin spotty,

and his tall uncle, the  Giraffe, spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was  full  of 'satiable

curtiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the  Hippopotamus,  why her eyes were red, and his broad aunt, the

Hippopotamus, spanked  him with her broad, broad  hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the  Baboon, why

melons tasted  just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon,  spanked him with his  hairy, hairy paw. And still he

was full of  'satiable curtiosity!  He asked questions about everything that he saw,  or heard, or  felt, or smelt, or

touched, and all his uncles and his  aunts  spanked him. And still he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! 

One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes  this 'satiable Elephant's Child asked a new

fine question that he  had  never asked before. He asked, 'What does the Crocodile have  for  dinner?' Then

everybody said, 'Hush!' in a loud and dretful  tone, and  they spanked him immediately and directly, without

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By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird  sitting in the middle of a waitabit

thornbush, and he said,  'My  father has spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my  aunts and  uncles

have spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity; and  still I want  to know what the Crocodile has for dinner!' 

Then Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry, 'Go to the banks of  the great greygreen, greasy Limpopo

River, all set about with  fevertrees, and find out.' 

That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the  Equinoxes, because the Precession had preceded

according to  precedent, this 'satiable Elephant's Child took a hundred pounds  of  bananas (the little short red

kind), and a hundred pounds of  sugarcane (the long purple kind), and seventeen melons (the  greenycrackly

kind), and said to all his dear families,  'Goodbye. I  am going to the great greygreen, greasy Limpopo  River,

all set about  with fevertrees, to find out what the  Crocodile has for dinner.' And  they all spanked him once

more  for luck, though he asked them most  politely to stop. 

Then he went away, a little warm, but not at all astonished,  eating melons, and throwing the rind about,

because he could not  pick  it up. 

He went from Graham's Town to Kimberley, and from Kimberley to  Khama's Country, and from Khama's

Country he went east by north,  eating melons all the time, till at last he came to the banks of  the  great

greygreen, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with  fevertrees, precisely as Kolokolo Bird had said. 

Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that till that  very week, and day, and hour, and minute,

this 'satiable  Elephant's  Child had never seen a Crocodile, and did not know  what one was like.  It was all his

'satiable curtiosity. 

The first thing that he found was a BiColouredPythonRockSnake  curled round a rock. 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but have  you seen such a thing as a Crocodile in these

promiscuous parts?' 

'Have I seen a Crocodile?' said the  BiColouredPythonRockSnake,  in a voice of dretful scorn. 'What  will

you ask me next?' 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but could you kindly  tell  me what he has for dinner?' 

Then the BiColouredPythonRockSnake uncoiled himself very  quickly from the rock, and spanked the

Elephant's Child with his  scalesome, flailsome tail. 

'That is odd,' said the Elephant's Child, 'because my father and  my mother, and my uncle and my aunt, not to

mention my other  aunt,  the Hippopotamus, and my other uncle, the Baboon, have all  spanked me  for my

'satiable curtiosityand I suppose this is the  same thing. 

So he said goodbye very politely to the  BiColouredPythonRockSnake, and helped to coil him up on

the  rock  again, and went on, a little warm, but not at all  astonished, eating  melons, and throwing the rind

about, because  he could not pick it up,  till he trod on what he thought was a  log of wood at the very edge of

the great greygreen, greasy  Limpopo River, all set about with  fevertrees. 

But it was really the Crocodile, O Best Beloved, and the  Crocodile  winked one eyelike this! 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but do you  happen to have seen a Crocodile in these

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Then the Crocodile winked the other eye, and lifted half his tail  out of the mud; and the Elephant's Child

stepped back most  politely,  because he did not wish to be spanked again. 

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile. 'Why do you ask  such things?' 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but my  father has spanked me, my mother has spanked

me, not to mention  my  tall aunt, the Ostrich, and my tall uncle, the Giraffe, who  can kick  ever so hard, as

well as my broad aunt, the  Hippopotamus, and my hairy  uncle, the Baboon, and including the

BiColouredPythonRockSnake,  with the scalesome, flailsome  tail, just up the bank, who spanks  harder

than any of them; and  so, if it's quite all the same to you, I  don't want to be spanked  any more.' 

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'for I am the  Crocodile,' and he wept crocodiletears to show it

was quite  true. 

Then the Elephant's Child grew all breathless, and panted, and  kneeled down on the bank and said, 'You are

the very person I  have  been looking for all these long days. Will you please tell  me what you  have for

dinner?' 

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'and I'll  whisper.' 

Then the Elephant's Child put his head down close to the  Crocodile's musky, tusky mouth, and the Crocodile

caught him by  his  little nose, which up to that very week, day, hour, and  minute, had  been no bigger than a

boot, though much more useful. 

'I think, said the Crocodileand he said it between his teeth,  like this'I think today I will begin with

Elephant's Child!' 

At this, O Best Beloved, the Elephant's Child was much annoyed,  and he said, speaking through his nose, like

this, 'Led go! You  are  hurtig be!' 

Then the BiColouredPythonRockSnake scuffled down from the  bank  and said, 'My young friend, if you

do not now, immediately  and  instantly, pull as hard as ever you can, it is my opinion  that your  acquaintance

in the largepattern leather ulster' (and  by this he  meant the Crocodile) 'will jerk you into yonder limpid

stream before  you can say Jack Robinson.' 

This is the way BiColouredPythonRockSnakes always talk. 

Then the Elephant's Child sat back on his little haunches, and  pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose

began to stretch.  And  the Crocodile floundered into the water, making it all creamy  with  great sweeps of his

tail, and he pulled, and pulled, and  pulled. 

And the Elephant's Child's nose kept on stretching; and the  Elephant's Child spread all his little four legs and

pulled, and  pulled, and pulled, and his nose kept on stretching; and  the  Crocodile threshed his tail like an oar,

and he pulled, and  pulled,  and pulled, and at each pull the Elephant's Child's nose  grew longer  and

longerand it hurt him hijjus! 

Then the Elephant's Child felt his legs slipping, and he said  through his nose, which was now nearly five feet

long, 'This is  too  butch for be!' 

Then the BiColouredPythonRockSnake came down from the bank,  and knotted himself in a

doubleclovehitch round the Elephant's  Child's hind legs, and said, 'Rash and inexperienced traveller,  we


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will now seriously devote ourselves to a little high tension,  because  if we do not, it is my impression that

yonder  selfpropelling  manofwar with the armourplated upper deck'  (and by this, O Best  Beloved, he

meant the Crocodile), 'will  permanently vitiate your  future career. 

That is the way all BiColouredPythonRockSnakes always talk. 

So he pulled, and the Elephant's Child pulled, and the Crocodile  pulled; but the Elephant's Child and the

BiColouredPythonRockSnake pulled hardest; and at last the  Crocodile let go of the Elephant's Child's

nose with a plop that  you  could hear all up and down the Limpopo. 

Then the Elephant's Child sat down most hard and sudden; but  first  he was careful to say 'Thank you' to the

BiColouredPythonRockSnake; and next he was kind to his poor  pulled nose, and wrapped it all up in

cool banana  leaves, and hung it  in the great greygreen, greasy Limpopo to  cool. 

'What are you doing that for?' said the  BiColouredPythonRockSnake. 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but my nose is badly out  of shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink. 

'Then you will have to wait a long time, said the  BiColouredPythonRockSnake. 'Some people do not

know what is  good  for them.' 

The Elephant's Child sat there for three days waiting for his  nose  to shrink. But it never grew any shorter,

and, besides, it  made him  squint. For, O Best Beloved, you will see and  understand that the  Crocodile had

pulled it out into a really  truly trunk same as all  Elephants have today. 

At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him on the  shoulder, and before he knew what he was doing

he lifted up his  trunk  and hit that fly dead with the end of it. 

''Vantage number one!' said the BiColouredPythonRockSnake.  'You couldn't have done that with a

meresmear nose. Try and eat  a  little now.' 

Before he thought what he was doing the Elephant's Child put out  his trunk and plucked a large bundle of

grass, dusted it clean  against his forelegs, and stuffed it into his own mouth. 

'Vantage number two!' said the BiColouredPythonRockSnake.  'You  couldn't have done that with a

mearsmear nose. Don't you  think the  sun is very hot here?' 

'It is,' said the Elephant's Child, and before he thought what he  was doing he schlooped up a schloop of mud

from the banks of the  great greygreen, greasy Limpopo, and slapped it on his head,  where  it made a cool

schloopysloshy mudcap all trickly behind  his ears. 

'Vantage number three!' said the BiColouredPythonRockSnake.  'You couldn't have done that with a

meresmear nose. Now how do  you  feel about being spanked again?' 

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but I should not like it  at all.' 

'How would you like to spank somebody?' said the Bi  ColouredPythonRockSnake. 

'I should like it very much indeed,' said the Elephant's Child. 


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'Well,' said the BiColouredPythonRockSnake, 'you will find  that new nose of yours very useful to spank

people with.' 

'Thank you,' said the Elephant's Child, 'I'll remember that; and  now I think I'll go home to all my dear families

and try.' 

So the Elephant's Child went home across Africa frisking and  whisking his trunk. When he wanted fruit to eat

he pulled fruit  down  from a tree, instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to  do. When  he wanted grass he

plucked grass up from the ground,  instead of going  on his knees as he used to do. When the flies  bit him he

broke off the  branch of a tree and used it as  flywhisk; and he made himself a new,  cool, slushysqushy

mudcap  whenever the sun was hot. When he felt  lonely walking through  Africa he sang to himself down his

trunk, and  the noise was  louder than several brass bands. 

He went especially out of his way to find a broad Hippopotamus  (she was no relation of his), and he spanked

her very hard, to  make  sure that the BiColouredPythonRockSnake had spoken the  truth about  his new

trunk. The rest of the time he picked up the  melon rinds that  he had dropped on his way to the  Limpopofor

he was a Tidy Pachyderm. 

One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he  coiled up his trunk and said, 'How do you do?'

They were very  glad to  see him, and immediately said, 'Come here and be spanked  for your  'satiable

curtiosity.' 

'Pooh,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I don't think you peoples  know  anything about spanking; but I do, and I'll

show you.' Then  he  uncurled his trunk and knocked two of his dear brothers head  over  heels.  'O Bananas!'

said they, 'where did you learn that trick, and  what  have you done to your nose?' 

'I got a new one from the Crocodile on the banks of the great  greygreen, greasy Limpopo River,' said the

Elephant's Child. 'I  asked him what he had for dinner, and he gave me this to keep.' 

'It looks very ugly,' said his hairy uncle, the Baboon. 

'It does,' said the Elephant's Child. 'But it's very useful,' and  he picked up his hairy uncle, the Baboon, by one

hairy leg, and  hove  him into a hornet's nest. 

Then that bad Elephant's Child spanked all his dear families for  a  long time, till they were very warm and

greatly astonished. He  pulled  out his tall Ostrich aunt's tailfeathers; and he caught  his tall  uncle, the Giraffe,

by the hindleg, and dragged him  through a  thornbush; and he shouted at his broad aunt, the  Hippopotamus,

and  blew bubbles into her ear when she was sleeping  in the water after  meals; but he never let any one touch

Kolokolo  Bird. 

At last things grew so exciting that his dear families went off  one by one in a hurry to the banks of the great

greygreen,  greasy  Limpopo River, all set about with fevertrees, to borrow  new noses  from the Crocodile.

When they came back nobody spanked  anybody any  more; and ever since that day, O Best Beloved, all  the

Elephants you  will ever see, besides all those that you  won't, have trunks precisely  like the trunk of the

'satiable  Elephant's Child. 

I Keep six honest servingmen:

  (They taught me all I knew)

Their names are What and Where and When

  And How and Why and Who.

I send them over land and sea,

  I send them east and west;


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But after they have worked for me,

  I give them all a rest.

I let them rest from nine till five.

  For I am busy then,

As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,

  For they are hungry men:

But different folk have different views:

  I know a person small

She keeps ten million servingmen,

  Who get no rest at all!

She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,

  From the second she opens her eyes

One million Hows, two million Wheres,

  And seven million Whys!

THE SINGSONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO

NOT always was the Kangaroo as now we do behold him, but a  Different Animal with four short legs. He

was grey and he was  woolly,  and his pride was inordinate: he danced on an outcrop in  the middle of

Australia, and he went to the Little God Nqa. 

He went to Nqa at six before breakfast, saying, 'Make me  different  from all other animals by five this

afternoon.' 

Up jumped Nqa from his seat on the sandflat and shouted, 'Go  away!' 

He was grey and he was woolly, and his pride was inordinate: he  danced on a rockledge in the middle of

Australia, and he went to  the  Middle God Nquing. 

He went to Nquing at eight after breakfast, saying, ' Make me  different from all other animals; make me, also,

wonderfully  popular  by five this afternoon.' 

Up jumped Nquing from his burrow in the spinifex and shouted, 'Go  away!' 

He was grey and he was woolly, and his pride was inordinate: he  danced on a sandbank in the middle of

Australia, and he went to  the  Big God Nqong. 

He went to Nqong at ten before dinnertime, saying, 'Make me  different from all other animals; make me

popular and wonderfully  run  after by five this afternoon.' 

Up jumped Nqong from his bath in the saltpan and shouted, 'Yes,  I  will!' 

Nqong called DingoYellowDog Dingoalways hungry, dusty in the  sunshine, and showed him

Kangaroo. Nqong said, 'Dingo! Wake up,  Dingo! Do you see that gentleman dancing on an ashpit? He wants

to be  popular and very truly run after. Dingo, make him SO!' 

Up jumped DingoYellowDog Dingoand said, 'What, that  catrabbit?' 

Off ran DingoYellowDog Dingoalways hungry, grinning like a  coalscuttle,ran after Kangaroo. 

Off went the proud Kangaroo on his four little legs like a bunny. 


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This, O Beloved of mine, ends the first part of the tale! 

He ran through the desert; he ran through the mountains; he ran  through the saltpans; he ran through the

reedbeds; he ran  through  the blue gums; he ran through the spinifex; he ran till  his front legs  ached. 

He had to! 

Still ran DingoYellowDog Dingoalways hungry, grinning like a  rattrap, never getting nearer, never

getting farther,ran after  Kangaroo. 

He had to! 

Still ran KangarooOld Man Kangaroo. He ran through the  titrees;  he ran through the mulga; he ran

through the long  grass; he ran  through the short grass; he ran through the Tropics  of Capricorn and  Cancer; he

ran till his hind legs ached. 

He had to! 

Still ran DingoYellowDog Dingohungrier and hungrier,  grinning  like a horsecollar, never getting

nearer, never getting  farther; and  they came to the Wollgong River. 

Now, there wasn't any bridge, and there wasn't any ferryboat,  and  Kangaroo didn't know how to get over; so

he stood on his legs  and  hopped. 

He had to! 

He hopped through the Flinders; he hopped through the Cinders; he  hopped through the deserts in the middle

of Australia. He hopped  like  a Kangaroo. 

First he hopped one yard; then he hopped three yards; then he  hopped five yards; his legs growing stronger;

his legs growing  longer. He hadn't any time for rest or refreshment, and he wanted  them very much. 

Still ran DingoYellowDog Dingovery much bewildered, very  much  hungry, and wondering what in

the world or out of it made  Old Man  Kangaroo hop. 

For he hopped like a cricket; like a pea in a saucepan; or a new  rubber ball on a nursery floor. 

He had to! 

He tucked up his front legs; he hopped on his hind legs; he stuck  out his tail for a balanceweight behind

him; and he hopped  through  the Darling Downs. 

He had to! 

Still ran DingoTiredDog Dingohungrier and hungrier, very  much  bewildered, and wondering when in

the world or out of it  would Old Man  Kangaroo stop. 

Then came Nqong from his bath in the saltpans, and said, 'It's  five o'clock.' 

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Down sat KangarooOld Man Kangaroostuck out his tail like a  milkingstool behind him, and said,

'Thank goodness that's  finished!' 

Then said Nqong, who is always a gentleman, 'Why aren't you  grateful to YellowDog Dingo? Why don't

you thank him for all he  has  done for you?' 

Then said KangarooTired Old KangarooHe's chased me out of the  homes of my childhood; he's chased

me out of my regular  mealtimes;  he's altered my shape so I'll never get it back; and  he's played Old  Scratch

with my legs.' 

Then said Nqong, 'Perhaps I'm mistaken, but didn't you ask me to  make you different from all other animals,

as well as to make you  very truly sought after? And now it is five o'clock.' 

'Yes,' said Kangaroo. 'I wish that I hadn't. I thought you would  do it by charms and incantations, but this is a

practical joke.' 

'Joke!' said Nqong from his bath in the blue gums. 'Say that  again  and I'll whistle up Dingo and run your hind

legs off.' 

'No,' said the Kangaroo. 'I must apologise. Legs are legs, and  you  needn't alter 'em so far as I am concerned. I

only meant to  explain to  Your Lordliness that I've had nothing to eat since  morning, and I'm  very empty

indeed.' 

'Yes,' said DingoYellowDog Dingo,'I am just in the same  situation. I've made him different from all

other animals;  but what  may I have for my tea?' 

Then said Nqong from his bath in the saltpan, 'Come and ask me  about it tomorrow, because I'm going to

wash.' 

So they were left in the middle of Australia, Old Man Kangaroo  and  YellowDog Dingo, and each said,

'That's your fault.' 

THIS is the mouthfilling song

Of the race that was run by a Boomer,

Run in a single burstonly event of its kind

Started by big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,

Old Man Kangaroo first: YellowDog Dingo behind.

Kangaroo bounded away,

His backlegs working like pistons

Bounded from morning till dark,

Twentyfive feet to a bound.

YellowDog Dingo lay

Like a yellow cloud in the distance

Much too busy to bark.

My! but they covered the ground!

Nobody knows where they went,

Or followed the track that they flew in,

For that Continent

Hadn't been given a name.

They ran thirty degrees,

From Torres Straits to the Leeuwin

(Look at the Atlas, please),

And they ran back as they came.


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S'posing you could trot

From Adelaide to the Pacific,

For an afternoon's run

Half what these gentlemen did

You would feel rather hot,

But your legs would develop terrific

Yes, my importunate son,

You'd be a Marvellous Kid!

THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS

THIS, O Best Beloved, is another story of the High and  FarOff  Times. In the very middle of those times

was a Stickly  Prickly  Hedgehog, and he lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon,  eating  shelly snails and

things. And he had a friend, a Slow  Solid Tortoise,  who lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon,  eating

green lettuces and  things. And so that was all right,  Best Beloved. Do you see? 

But also, and at the same time, in those High and FarOff Times,  there was a Painted Jaguar, and he lived on

the banks of the  turbid  Amazon too; and he ate everything that he could catch.  When he could  not catch deer

or monkeys he would eat frogs and  beetles; and when he  could not catch frogs and beetles he went to  his

Mother Jaguar, and  she told him how to eat hedgehogs and  tortoises. 

She said to him ever so many times, graciously waving her tail,  'My son, when you find a Hedgehog you

must drop him into the  water  and then he will uncoil, and when you catch a Tortoise you  must scoop  him out

of his shell with your paw.' And so that was  all right, Best  Beloved. 

One beautiful night on the banks of the turbid Amazon, Painted  Jaguar found SticklyPrickly Hedgehog and

SlowSolid Tortoise  sitting  under the trunk of a fallen tree. They could not run  away, and so  SticklyPrickly

curled himself up into a ball,  because he was a  Hedgehog, and SlowSolid Tortoise drew in his  head and feet

into his  shell as far as they would go, because he  was a Tortoise; and so that  was all right, Best Beloved. Do

you  see? 

'Now attend to me,' said Painted Jaguar, 'because this is very  important. My mother said that when I meet a

Hedgehog I am to  drop  him into the water and then he will uncoil, and when I meet  a Tortoise  I am to scoop

him out of his shell with my paw. Now  which of you is  Hedgehog and which is Tortoise? because, to save

my spots, I can't  tell.' 

'Are you sure of what your Mummy told you?' said SticklyPrickly  Hedgehog. 'Are you quite sure? Perhaps

she said that when you  uncoil  a Tortoise you must shell him out the water with a scoop,  and when you  paw a

Hedgehog you must drop him on the shell.' 

'Are you sure of what your Mummy told you?' said SlowandSolid  Tortoise. 'Are you quite sure? Perhaps

she said that when you  water a  Hedgehog you must drop him into your paw, and when you  meet a Tortoise

you must shell him till he uncoils.' 

'I don't think it was at all like that,' said Painted Jaguar, but  he felt a little puzzled; 'but, please, say it again

more  distinctly.' 

'When you scoop water with your paw you uncoil it with a  Hedgehog,' said SticklyPrickly. 'Remember that,

because it's  important.' 


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'But,' said the Tortoise, 'when you paw your meat you drop it  into  a Tortoise with a scoop. Why can't you

understand?' 

'You are making my spots ache,' said Painted Jaguar; 'and  besides,  I didn't want your advice at all. I only

wanted to know  which of you  is Hedgehog and which is Tortoise.' 

'I shan't tell you,' said SticklyPrickly. 'but you can scoop me  out of my shell if you like.' 

'Aha!' said Painted Jaguar. 'Now I know you're Tortoise. You  thought I wouldn't! Now I will.' Painted Jaguar

darted out his  paddypaw just as SticklyPrickly curled himself up, and of  course  Jaguar's paddypaw was

just filled with prickles. Worse  than that, he  knocked SticklyPrickly away and away into the  woods and the

bushes,  where it was too dark to find him. Then he  put his paddypaw into his  mouth, and of course the

prickles hurt  him worse than ever. As soon as  he could speak he said, 'Now I  know he isn't Tortoise at all.

But'and then he scratched his  head with his unprickly paw'how do  I know that this other is  Tortoise?' 

'But I am Tortoise,' said SlowandSolid. Your mother was quite  right. She said that you were to scoop me

out of my shell with  your  paw. Begin.' 

'You didn't say she said that a minute ago, said Painted Jaguar,  sucking the prickles out of his paddypaw.

'You said she said  something quite different.' 

'Well, suppose you say that I said that she said something quite  different, I don't see that it makes any

difference; because if  she  said what you said I said she said, it's just the same as if  I said  what she said she

said. On the other hand, if you think  she said that  you were to uncoil me with a scoop, instead of  pawing me

into drops  with a shell, I can't help that, can I?' 

'But you said you wanted to be scooped out of your shell with my  paw,' said Painted Jaguar. 

'If you'll think again you'll find that I didn't say anything of  the kind. I said that your mother said that you

were to scoop me  out  of my shell,' said SlowandSolid. 

'What will happen if I do?' said the Jaguar most sniffily and  most  cautious. 

'I don't know, because I've never been scooped out of my shell  before; but I tell you truly, if you want to see

me swim away  you've  only got to drop me into the water. 

'I don't believe it,' said Painted Jaguar. 'You've mixed up all  the things my mother told me to do with the

things that you asked  me  whether I was sure that she didn't say, till I don't know  whether I'm  on my head or

my painted tail; and now you come and  tell me something  I can understand, and it makes me more mixy  than

before. My mother  told me that I was to drop one of you two  into the water, and as you  seem so anxious to be

dropped I think  you don't want to be dropped. So  jump into the turbid Amazon and  be quick about it.' 

'I warn you that your Mummy won't be pleased. Don't tell her I  didn't tell you,' said SlowSolid. 

'If you say another word about what my mother said' the Jaguar  answered, but he had not finished the

sentence before  SlowandSolid  quietly dived into the turbid Amazon, swam under  water for a long way,

and came out on the bank where  SticklyPrickly was waiting for him. 

'That was a very narrow escape,' said SticklyPrickly. 'I don't  rib Painted Jaguar. What did you tell him that

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'I told him truthfully that I was a truthful Tortoise, but he  wouldn't believe it, and he made me jump into the

river to see if  I  was, and I was, and he is surprised. Now he's gone to tell his  Mummy.  Listen to him!' 

They could hear Painted Jaguar roaring up and down among the  trees  and the bushes by the side of the turbid

Amazon, till his  Mummy came. 

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving  her tail, 'what have you been doing that

you shouldn't have  done?' 

'I tried to scoop something that said it wanted to be scooped out  of its shell with my paw, and my paw is full

of perickles,' said  Painted Jaguar. 

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving  her tail, 'by the prickles in your paddypaw

I see that that must  have been a Hedgehog. You should have dropped him into the water. 

'I did that to the other thing; and he said he was a Tortoise,  and  I didn't believe him, and it was quite true, and

he has dived  under  the turbid Amazon, and he won't come up again, and I  haven't anything  at all to eat, and I

think we had better find  lodgings somewhere else.  They are too clever on the turbid Amazon  for poor me!' 

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving  her tail, 'now attend to me and remember

what I say. A Hedgehog  curls  himself up into a ball and his prickles stick out every  which way at  once. By

this you may know the Hedgehog.' 

'I don't like this old lady one little bit,' said  SticklyPrickly,  under the shadow of a large leaf. 'I wonder  what

else she knows?' 

'A Tortoise can't curl himself up,' Mother Jaguar went on, ever  so  many times, graciously waving her tail. 'He

only draws his  head and  legs into his shell. By this you may know the tortoise.' 

'I don't like this old lady at allat all,' said SlowandSolid  Tortoise. 'Even Painted Jaguar can't forget those

directions.  It's a  great pity that you can't swim, SticklyPrickly.' 

'Don't talk to me,' said SticklyPrickly. 'Just think how much  better it would be if you could curl up. This is a

mess! Listen  to  Painted Jaguar.' 

Painted Jaguar was sitting on the banks of the turbid Amazon  sucking prickles out of his Paws and saying to

himself 

'Can't curl, but can swim  SlowSolid, that's him!  Curls up, but  can't swim  SticklyPrickly, that's him!' 

'He'll never forget that this month of Sundays,' said  SticklyPrickly. 'Hold up my chin, SlowandSolid. I'm

going to  try  to learn to swim. It may be useful.' 

'Excellent!' said SlowandSolid; and he held up  SticklyPrickly's  chin, while SticklyPrickly kicked in the

waters of the turbid Amazon. 

'You'll make a fine swimmer yet,' said SlowandSolid. 'Now, if  you can unlace my backplates a little, I'll

see what I can do  towards curling up. It may be useful.' 

SticklyPrickly helped to unlace Tortoise's backplates, so that  by twisting and straining SlowandSolid

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'Excellent!' said SticklyPrickly; 'but I shouldn't do any more  just now. It's making you black in the face.

Kindly lead me into  the  water once again and I'll practice that sidestroke which you  say is  so easy.' And so

SticklyPrickly practiced, and SlowSolid  swam  alongside. 

'Excellent!' said SlowandSolid. 'A little more practice will  make you a regular whale. Now, if I may

trouble you to unlace my  back  and front plates two holes more, I'll try that fascinating  bend that  you say is so

easy. Won't Painted Jaguar be surprised!' 

'Excellent!' said SticklyPrickly, all wet from the turbid  Amazon.  'I declare, I shouldn't know you from one

of my own  family. Two holes,  I think, you said? A little more expression,  please, and don't grunt  quite so

much, or Painted Jaguar may hear  us. When you've finished, I  want to try that long dive which you  say is so

easy. Won't Painted  Jaguar be surprised!' 

And so SticklyPrickly dived, and SlowandSolid dived alongside. 

'Excellent!' said SlowandSolid. 'A leetle more attention to  holding your breath and you will be able to keep

house at the  bottom  of the turbid Amazon. Now I'll try that exercise of  putting my hind  legs round my ears

which you say is so peculiarly  comfortable. Won't  Painted Jaguar be surprised!' 

'Excellent!' said SticklyPrickly. 'But it's straining your  backplates a little. They are all overlapping now,

instead of  lying  side by side.' 

'Oh, that's the result of exercise,' said SlowandSolid. 'I've  noticed that your prickles seem to be melting

into one another,  and  that you're growing to look rather more like a pinecone, and  less like  a chestnutburr,

than you used to.' 

'Am I?' said SticklyPrickly. 'That comes from my soaking in the  water. Oh, won't Painted Jaguar be

surprised!' 

They went on with their exercises, each helping the other, till  morning came; and when the sun was high they

rested and dried  themselves. Then they saw that they were both of them quite  different  from what they had

been. 

'SticklyPrickly,' said Tortoise after breakfast, 'I am not what  I  was yesterday; but I think that I may yet

amuse Painted Jaguar. 

'That was the very thing I was thinking just now,' said Stickly  Prickly. 'I think scales are a tremendous

improvement on  pricklesto  say nothing of being able to swim. Oh, won't Painted  Jaguar be  surprised! Let's

go and find him.' 

By and by they found Painted Jaguar, still nursing his paddypaw  that had been hurt the night before. He was

so astonished that he  fell three times backward over his own painted tail without  stopping. 

'Good morning!' said SticklyPrickly. 'And how is your dear  gracious Mummy this morning?' 

'She is quite well, thank you,' said Painted Jaguar; 'but you  must  forgive me if I do not at this precise moment

recall your  name.' 

'That's unkind of you,' said SticklyPrickly, 'seeing that this  time yesterday you tried to scoop me out of my

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'But you hadn't any shell. It was all prickles,' said Painted  Jaguar. 'I know it was. Just look at my paw!' 

'You told me to drop into the turbid Amazon and be drowned,' said  SlowSolid. 'Why are you so rude and

forgetful today?' 

'Don't you remember what your mother told you?' said Stickly  Prickly, 

'Can't curl, but can swim  SticklyPrickly, that's him!  Curls  up, but can't swim  SlowSolid, that's him!' 

Then they both curled themselves up and rolled round and round  Painted Jaguar till his eyes turned truly

cartwheels in his  head. 

Then he went to fetch his mother. 

'Mother,' he said, 'there are two new animals in the woods to  day, and the one that you said couldn't swim,

swims, and the one  that  you said couldn't curl up, curls; and they've gone shares in  their  prickles, I think,

because both of them are scaly all over,  instead of  one being smooth and the other very prickly; and,  besides

that, they  are rolling round and round in circles, and I  don't feel comfy.' 

'Son, son!' said Mother Jaguar ever so many times, graciously  waving her tail, 'a Hedgehog is a Hedgehog,

and can't be anything  but  a Hedgehog; and a Tortoise is a Tortoise, and can never be  anything  else.' 

'But it isn't a Hedgehog, and it isn't a Tortoise. It's a little  bit of both, and I don't know its proper name.' 

'Nonsense!' said Mother Jaguar. 'Everything has its proper name.  I  should call it "Armadillo" till I found out

the real one. And I  should  leave it alone.' 

So Painted Jaguar did as he was told, especially about leaving  them alone; but the curious thing is that from

that day to this,  O  Best Beloved, no one on the banks of the turbid Amazon has ever  called  SticklyPrickly

and SlowSolid anything except Armadillo.  There are  Hedgehogs and Tortoises in other places, of course

(there are some in  my garden); but the real old and clever kind,  with their scales lying  lippetylappety one

over the other, like  pinecone scales, that lived  on the banks of the turbid Amazon in  the High and FarOff

Days, are  always called Armadillos, because  they were so clever. 

So that; all right, Best Beloved. Do you see? 

I'VE never sailed the Amazon,  I've never reached Brazil;  But the  Don and Magdelana,  They can go there

when they will! 

Yes, weekly from Southampton,  Great steamers, white and gold,  Go  rolling down to Rio  (Roll downroll

down to Rio!)  And I'd like to  roll to Rio  Some day before I'm old! 

I've never seen a Jaguar,  Nor yet an Armadill  O dilloing in his  armour,  And I s'pose I never will, 

Unless I go to Rio  These wonders to behold  Roll downroll down  to Rio  Roll really down to Rio!  Oh,

I'd love to roll to Rio  Some  day before I'm old! 

HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN

ONCE upon a most early time was a Neolithic man. He was not a  Jute  or an Angle, or even a Dravidian,


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which he might well have  been, Best  Beloved, but never mind why. He was a Primitive, and  he lived cavily

in a Cave, and he wore very few clothes, and he  couldn't read and he  couldn't write and he didn't want to, and

except when he was hungry he  was quite happy. His name was  Tegumai Bopsulai, and that means,

'Manwhodoesnotputhisfoot  forwardinahurry'; but we, O Best  Beloved, will call him  Tegumai,

for short. And his wife's name was  Teshumai Tewindrow,  and that means,

'Ladywhoasksaverymanyquestions'; but we, O  Best Beloved, will  call her Teshumai, for short. And

his little  girldaughter's name was  Taffimai Metallumai, and that means,

'Smallpersonwithoutanymannerswhooughttobespanked'; but  I'm  going to call her Taffy. And she

was Tegumai Bopsulai's Best  Beloved  and her own Mummy's Best Beloved, and she was not spanked  half as

much  as was good for her; and they were all three very  happy. As soon as  Taffy could run about she went

everywhere with  her Daddy Tegumai, and  sometimes they would not come home to the  Cave till they were

hungry,  and then Teshumai Tewindrow would  say, 'Where in the world have you  two been to, to get so

shocking  dirty? Really, my Tegumai, you're no  better than my Taffy.' 

Now attend and listen! 

One day Tegumai Bopsulai went down through the beaverswamp to  the  Wagai river to spear carpfish for

dinner, and Taffy went  too.  Tegumai's spear was made of wood with shark's teeth at the  end, and  before he

had caught any fish at all he accidentally  broke it clean  across by jabbing it down too hard on the bottom  of

the river. They  were miles and miles from home (of course they  had their lunch with  them in a little bag), and

Tegumai had  forgotten to bring any extra  spears. 

'Here's a pretty kettle of fish!' said Tegumai. 'It will take me  half the day to mend this.' 

'There's your big black spear at home,' said Taffy. 'Let me run  back to the Cave and ask Mummy to give it

me.' 

'It's too far for your little fat legs,' said Tegumai. 'Besides,  you might fall into the beaverswamp and be

drowned. We must make  the  best of a bad job.' He sat down and took out a little leather  mendybag, full of

reindeersinews and strips of leather, and  lumps  of bee'swax and resin, and began to mend the spear. 

Taffy sat down too, with her toes in the water and her chin in  her  hand, and thought very hard. Then she

said'I say, Daddy,  it's an  awful nuisance that you and I don't know how to write,  isn't it? If we  did we could

send a message for the new spear.' 

'Taffy,' said Tegumai, 'how often have I told you not to use  slang? "Awful" isn't a pretty word, but it could be

a  convenience,  now you mention it, if we could write home.' 

Just then a Strangerman came along the river, but he belonged to  a far tribe, the Tewaras, and he did not

understand one word of  Tegumai's language. He stood on the bank and smiled at Taffy,  because  he had a

little girldaughter Of his own at home. Tegumai  drew a hank  of deersinews from his mendybag and

began to mend  his spear. 

'Come here, said Taffy. 'Do you know where my Mummy lives?' And  the Strangerman said 'Um!' being, as

you know, a Tewara. 

'Silly!' said Taffy, and she stamped her foot, because she saw a  shoal of very big carp going up the river just

when her Daddy  couldn't use his spear. 

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'I aren't, said Taffy. 'I only want him to do what I want him to  do, and he won't understand.' 

'Then don't bother me, said Tegumai, and he went on pulling and  straining at the deersinews with his mouth

full of loose ends.  The  Strangermana genuine Tewara he wassat down on the grass,  and  Taffy showed

him what her Daddy was doing. The Strangerman  thought,  this is a very wonderful child. She stamps her

foot at  me and she  makes faces. She must be the daughter of that noble  Chief who is so  great that he won't

take any notice of me.' So he  smiled more politely  than ever. 

'Now,' said Taffy, 'I want you to go to my Mummy, because your  legs are longer than mine, and you won't

fall into the  beaverswamp,  and ask for Daddy's other spearthe one with the  black handle that  hangs over

our fireplace.' 

The Strangerman (and he was a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very,  very wonderful child. She waves her arms

and she shouts at me,  but I  don't understand a word of what she says. But if I don't do  what she  wants, I

greatly fear that that haughty Chief,  Manwhoturnshisbackoncallers, will be angry.' He got up and

twisted a big flat piece of bark off a birchtree and gave it to  Taffy. He did this, Best Beloved, to show that

his heart was as  white  as the birchbark and that he meant no harm; but Taffy  didn't quite  understand. 

'Oh!' said she. 'Now I see! You want my Mummy's livingaddress?  Of  course I can't write, but I can draw

pictures if I've anything  sharp  to scratch with. Please lend me the shark's tooth off your  necklace.' 

The Strangerman (and he was a Tewara) didn't say anything, So  Taffy put up her little hand and pulled at

the beautiful bead and  seed and sharktooth necklace round his neck. 

The Strangerman (and he was a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very,  very, very wonderful child. The shark's

tooth on my necklace is a  magic shark's tooth, and I was always told that if anybody  touched it  without my

leave they would immediately swell up or  burst, but this  child doesn't swell up or burst, and that  important

Chief,  Manwhoattendsstrictlytohisbusiness, who  has not yet taken any  notice of me at all, doesn't

seem to be  afraid that she will swell up  or burst. I had better be more  polite.' 

So he gave Taffy the shark's tooth, and she lay down flat on her  tummy with her legs in the air, like some

people on the  drawingroom  floor when they want to draw pictures, and she said,  'Now I'll draw  you some

beautiful pictures! You can look over my  shoulder, but you  mustn't joggle. First I'll draw Daddy fishing.  It

isn't very like him;  but Mummy will know, because I've drawn  his spear all broken. Well,  now I'll draw the

other spear that he  wants, the blackhandled spear.  It looks as if it was sticking in  Daddy's back, but that's

because the  shark's tooth slipped and  this piece of bark isn't big enough. That's  the spear I want you  to fetch;

so I'll draw a picture of me myself  'splaining to  you. My hair doesn't stand up like I've drawn, but it's  easier to

draw that way. Now I'll draw you. I think you're very nice  really, but I can't make you pretty in the picture, so

you  mustn't be  'fended. Are you 'fended?' 

The Strangerman (and he was a Tewara) smiled. He thought, 'There  must be a big battle going to be fought

somewhere, and this  extraordinary child, who takes my magic shark's tooth but who  does  not swell up or

burst, is telling me to call all the great  Chief's  tribe to help him. He is a great Chief, or he would have  noticed

me. 

'Look,' said Taffy, drawing very hard and rather scratchily, 'now  I've drawn you, and I've put the spear that

Daddy wants into your  hand, just to remind you that you're to bring it. Now I'll show  you  how to find my

Mummy's livingaddress. You go along till you  come to  two trees (those are trees), and then you go over a

hill  (that's a  hill), and then you come into a beaverswamp all full  of beavers. I  haven't put in all the beavers,

because I can't  draw beavers, but I've  drawn their heads, and that's all you'll  see of them when you cross  the

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really, but I can't draw  things very small. That's  my Mummy outside. She is beautiful. She is  the most

beautifullest  Mummy there ever was, but she won't be 'fended  when she sees I've  drawn her so plain. She'll be

pleased of me because  I can draw.  Now, in case you forget, I've drawn the spear that Daddy  wants  outside

our Cave. It's inside really, but you show the picture  to  my Mummy and she'll give it you. I've made her

holding up her  hands, because I know she'll be so pleased to see you. Isn't it a  beautiful picture? And do you

quite understand, or shall I  'splain  again?' 

The Strangerman (and he was a Tewara) looked at the picture and  nodded very hard. He said to himself,' If I

do not fetch this  great  Chief's tribe to help him, he will be slain by his enemies  who are  coming up on all

sides with spears. Now I see why the  great Chief  pretended not to notice me! He feared that his  enemies were

hiding in  the bushes and would see him. Therefore he  turned to me his back, and  let the wise and wondetful

child draw  the terrible picture showing me  his difficulties. I will away and  get help for him from his tribe.' He

did not even ask Taffy the  road, but raced off into the bushes like  the wind, with  the birchbark in his hand,

and Taffy sat down most  pleased. 

Now this is the picture that Taffy had drawn for him! 

'What have you been doing, Taffy?' said Tegumai. He had mended  his  spear and was carefully waving it to

and fro. 

'It's a little berangement of my own, Daddy dear,' said Taffy.  'If  you won't ask me questions, you'll know all

about it in a  little time,  and you'll be surprised. You don't know how  surprised you'll be,  Daddy! Promise

you'll be surprised.' 

'Very well,' said Tegumai, and went on fishing. 

The Strangermandid you know he was a Tewara?hurried away  with  the picture and ran for some

miles, till quite by accident  he found  Teshumai Tewindrow at the door of her Cave, talking to  some other

Neolithic ladies who had come in to a Primitive lunch.  Taffy was very  like Teshumai, especially about the

upper part of  the face and the  eyes, so the Strangermanalways a pure  Tewarasmiled politely and

handed Teshumai the birchbark. He  had run hard, so that he panted,  and his legs were scratched with

brambles, but he still tried to be  polite. 

As soon as Teshumai saw the picture she screamed like anything  and  flew at the Strangerman. The other

Neolithic ladies at once  knocked  him down and sat on him in a long line of six, while  Teshumai pulled  his

hair. 

'It's as plain as the nose on this Strangerman's face,' she  said.  'He has stuck my Tegumai all full of spears,

and frightened  poor Taffy  so that her hair stands all on end; and not content  with that, he  brings me a horrid

picture of how it was done.  Look!' She showed the  picture to all the Neolithic ladies sitting  patiently on the

Strangerman. 'Here is my Tegumai with his arm  broken; here is a spear  sticking into his back; here is a man

with a spear ready to throw;  here is another man throwing a spear  from a Cave, and here are a whole  pack of

people' (they were  Taffy's beavers really, but they did look  rather like people)  'coming up behind Tegumai.

Isn't it shocking!' 

'Most shocking!' said the Neolithic ladies, and they filled the  Strangerman's hair with mud (at which he was

surprised), and  they  beat upon the Reverberating Tribal Drums, and called  together all the  chiefs of the Tribe

of Tegumai, with their  Hetmans and Dolmans, all  Neguses, Woons, and Akhoonds of the  organisation, in

addition to the  Warlocks, Angekoks, Jujumen,  Bonzes, and the rest, who decided that  before they chopped

the  Strangerman's head off he should instantly  lead them down to the  river and show them where he had

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By this time the Strangerman (in spite of being a Tewara) was  really annoyed. They had filled his hair quite

solid with mud;  they  had rolled him up and down on knobby pebbles; they had sat  upon him in  a long line of

six; they had thumped him and bumped  him till he could  hardly breathe; and though he did not  understand

their language, he  was almost sure that the names the  Neolithic ladies called him were  not ladylike. However,

he said  nothing till all the Tribe of Tegumai  were assembled, and then he  led them back to the bank of the

Wagai  river, and there they  found Taffy making daisychains, and Tegumai  carefully spearing  small carp

with his mended spear. 

'Well, you have been quick!' said Taffy. 'But why did you bring  so  many people? Daddy dear, this is my

surprise. Are you  surprised,  Daddy?' 

'Very,' said Tegumai; 'but it has ruined all my fishing for the  day. Why, the whole dear, kind, nice, clean,

quiet Tribe is here,  Taffy.' 

And so they were. First of all walked Teshumai Tewindrow and the  Neolithic ladies, tightly holding on to the

Strangerman, whose  hair  was full of mud (although he was a Tewara). Behind them came  the Head  Chief,

the ViceChief, the Deputy and Assistant Chiefs  (all armed to  the upper teeth), the Hetmans and Heads of

Hundreds, Platoffs with  their Platoons, and Dolmans with their  Detachments; Woons, Neguses,  and

Akhoonds ranking in the rear  (still armed to the teeth). Behind  them was the Tribe in  hierarchical order, from

owners of four caves  (one for each  season), a private reindeerrun, and two salmonleaps,  to feudal  and

prognathous Villeins, semientitled to half a bearskin  of  winter nights, seven yards from the fire, and adscript

serfs,  holding the reversion of a scraped marrowbone under heriot  (Aren't  those beautiful words, Best

Beloved?). They were all  there, prancing  and shouting, and they frightened every fish for  twenty miles, and

Tegumai thanked them in a fluid Neolithic  oration. 

Then Teshumai Tewindrow ran down and kissed and hugged Taffy very  much indeed; but the Head Chief of

the Tribe of Tegumai took  Tegumai  by the topknot feathers and shook him severely. 

'Explain! Explain! Explain!' cried all the Tribe of Tegumai. 

'Goodness' sakes alive!' said Tegumai. 'Let go of my topknot.  Can't a man break his carpspear without the

whole countryside  descending on him? You're a very interfering people.' 

'I don't believe you've brought my Daddy's blackhandled spear  after all,' said Taffy. 'And what are you

doing to my nice  Strangerman?' 

They were thumping him by twos and threes and tens till his eyes  turned round and round. He could only

gasp and point at Taffy. 

'Where are the bad people who speared you, my darling?' said  Teshumai Tewindrow. 

'There weren't any,' said Tegumai. 'My only visitor this morning  was the poor fellow that you are trying to

choke. Aren't you  well, or  are you ill, O Tribe of Tegumai?' 

'He came with a horrible picture,' said the Head Chief,'a  picture that showed you were full of spears.' 

'ErumPr'aps I'd better 'splain that I gave him that picture,'  said Taffy, but she did not feel quite comfy. 

'You!' said the Tribe of Tegumai all together.

'Smallpersonwithnomannerswhooughttobespanked! You?' 


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'Taffy dear, I'm afraid we're in for a little trouble,' said her  Daddy, and put his arm round her, so she didn't

care. 

'Explain! Explain! Explain!' said the Head Chief of the Tribe of  Tegumai, and he hopped on one foot. 

'I wanted the Strangerman to fetch Daddy's spear, so I drawded  it,' said Taffy. 'There wasn't lots of spears.

There was only one  spear. I drawded it three times to make sure. I couldn't help it  looking as if it stuck into

Daddy's headthere wasn't room on  the  birchbark; and those things that Mummy called bad people are  my

beavers. I drawded them to show him the way through the swamp;  and I  drawded Mummy at the mouth of

the Cave looking pleased  because he is a  nice Strangerman, and I think you are just the  stupidest people in

the world,' said Taffy. 'He is a very nice  man. Why have you filled  his hair with mud? Wash him!' 

Nobody said anything at all for a longtime, till the Head Chief  laughed; then the Strangerman (who was at

least a Tewara)  laughed;  then Tegumai laughed till he fell down flat on the bank;  then all the  Tribe laughed

more and worse and louder. The only  people who did not  laugh were Teshumai Tewindrow and all the

Neolithic ladies. They were  very polite to all their husbands,  and said 'Idiot!' ever so often. 

Then the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai cried and said and  sang, 'O

Smallpersonwithoutanymannerswhooughttobespanked,  you've hit upon a great invention!' 

'I didn't intend to; I only wanted Daddy's blackhandled spear,'  said Taffy. 

'Never mind. It is a great invention, and some day men will call  it writing. At present it is only pictures, and,

as we have seen  today, pictures are not always properly understood. But a time  will  come, O Babe of

Tegumai, when we shall make lettersall  twentysix of  'em,and when we shall be able to read as well as

to write, and then  we shall always say exactly what we mean  without any mistakes. Let the  Neolithic ladies

wash the mud out  of the stranger's hair.' 

'I shall be glad of that,' said Taffy, 'because, after all,  though  you've brought every single other spear in the

Tribe of  Tegumai,  you've forgotten my Daddy's blackhandled spear.' 

Then the Head Chief cried and said and sang, 'Taffy dear, the  next  time you write a pictureletter, you'd

better send a man who  can talk  our language with it, to explain what it means. I don't  mind it  myself, because

I am a Head Chief, but it's very bad for  the rest of  the Tribe of Tegumai, and, as you can see, it  surprises the

stranger.' 

Then they adopted the Strangerman (a genuine Tewara of Tewar)  into the Tribe of Tegumai, because he was

a gentleman and did not  make a fuss about the mud that the Neolithic ladies had put into  his  hair. But from

that day to this (and I suppose it is all  Taffy's  fault), very few little girls have ever liked learning to  read or

write. Most of them prefer to draw pictures and play  about with their  Daddiesjust like Taffy. 

THERE runs a road by Merrow Down

  A grassy track today it is

An hour out of Guildford town,

  Above the river Wey it is.

Here, when they heard the horsebells ring,

  The ancient Britons dressed and rode

To watch the dark Phoenicians bring

  Their goods along the Western Road.

And here, or hereabouts, they met

  To hold their racial talks and such


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To barter beads for Whitby jet,

  And tin for gay shell torques and such.

But long and long before that time

  (When bison used to roam on it)

Did Taffy and her Daddy climb

  That down, and had their home on it.

Then beavers built in Broadstone brook

  And made a swamp where Bramley stands:

And hears from Shere would come and look

  For Taffimai where Shamley stands.

The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai,

  Was more than six times bigger then;

And all the Tribe of Tegumai

  They cut a noble figure then!

HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE

THE week after Taffimai Metallumai (we will still call her Taffy,  Best Beloved) made that little mistake

about her Daddy's spear  and  the Strangerman and the pictureletter and all, she went  carpfishing  again

with her Daddy. Her Mummy wanted her to stay  at home and help  hang up hides to dry on the big

dryingpoles  outside their Neolithic  Cave, but Taffy slipped away down to her  Daddy quite early, and they

fished. Presently she began to  giggle, and her Daddy said, 'Don't be  silly, child.' 

'But wasn't it inciting!' said Taffy. 'Don't you remember how the  Head Chief puffed out his cheeks, and how

funny the nice  Strangerman  looked with the mud in his hair?' 

'Well do I,' said Tegumai. 'I had to pay two deerskinssoft ones  with fringesto the Strangerman for the

things we did to him.' 

'We didn't do anything,' said Taffy. 'It was Mummy and the other  Neolithic ladiesand the mud.' 

'We won't talk about that,' said her Daddy, 'Let's have lunch.' 

Taffy took a marrowbone and sat mousyquiet for ten whole  minutes, while her Daddy scratched on pieces

of birchbark with a  shark's tooth. Then she said, 'Daddy, I've thinked of a secret  surprise. You make a

noiseany sort of noise.' 

'Ah!' said Tegumai. 'Will that do to begin with?' 

'Yes,' said Taffy. 'You look just like a carpfish with its mouth  open. Say it again, please.' 

'Ah! ah! ah!' said her Daddy. 'Don't be rude, my daughter.' 

'I'm not meaning rude, really and truly,' said Taffy. 'It's part  of my secretsurprisethink. Do say ah, Daddy,

and keep your  mouth  open at the end, and lend me that tooth. I'm going to draw  a  carpfish's mouth

wideopen.' 

'What for?' said her Daddy. 


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'Don't you see?' said Taffy, scratching away on the bark. 'That  will be our little secret s'prise. When I draw a

carpfish with  his  mouth open in the smoke at the back of our Caveif Mummy  doesn't  mindit will

remind you of that ahnoise. Then we can  play that it  was me jumped out of the dark and s'prised you with

that noisesame  as I did in the beaverswamp last winter.' 

'Really?' said her Daddy, in the voice that grownups use when  they are truly attending. 'Go on, Taffy.' 

'Oh bother!' she said. 'I can't draw all of a carpfish, but I  can  draw something that means a carpfish's

mouth. Don't you know  how they  stand on their heads rooting in the mud? Well, here's a  pretence  carpfish

(we can play that the rest of him is drawn).  Here's just his  mouth, and that means ah.' And she drew this.  (1.) 

'That's not bad,' said Tegumai, and scratched on his own piece of  bark for himself; but you've forgotten the

feeler that hangs  across  his mouth.' 

'But I can't draw, Daddy.' 

'You needn't draw anything of him except just the opening of his  mouth and the feeler across. Then we'll

know he's a carpfish,  'cause  the perches and trouts haven't got feelers. Look here,  Taffy.' And he  drew this.

(2.) 

'Now I'll copy it.' said Taffy. 'Will you understand this when  you  see it?' 

'Perfectly,' said her Daddy. 

And she drew this. (3.) 'And I'll be quite as s'prised when I see  it anywhere, as if you had jumped out from

behind a tree and said  '"Ah!"' 

'Now, make another noise,' said Taffy, very proud. 

'Yah!' said her Daddy, very loud. 

'H'm,' said Taffy. 'That's a mixy noise. The end part is  ahcarpfishmouth; but what can we do about the

front part? Yer  yeryer and ah! Ya!' 

'It's very like the carpfishmouth noise. Let's draw another  bit  of the carpfish and join 'em,' said her

Daddy. He was quite  incited  too. 

'No. If they're joined, I'll forget. Draw it separate. Draw his  tail. If he's standing on his head the tail will come

first.  'Sides,  I think I can draw tails easiest,' said Taffy. 

'A good notion,' said Tegumai. "Here's a carpfish tail for the  yernoise.' And he drew this. (4.) 

'I'll try now,' said Taffy. ''Member I can't draw like you,  Daddy.  Will it do if I just draw the split part of the

tail, and  the  stickydown line for where it joins?' And she drew this. (5.) 

Her Daddy nodded, and his eyes were shiny bright with 'citement. 

'That's beautiful,' she said. 'Now make another noise, Daddy.' 

'Oh!' said her Daddy, very loud. 


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'That's quite easy,' said Taffy. 'You make your mouth all around  like an egg or a stone. So an egg or a stone

will do for that.' 

'You can't always find eggs or stones. We'll have to scratch a  round something like one.' And he drew this.

(6.) 

'My gracious!' said Taffy, 'what a lot of noisepictures we've  made,carpmouth, carptail, and egg! Now,

make another noise,  Daddy.' 

'Ssh!' said her Daddy, and frowned to himself, but Taffy was too  incited to notice. 

'That's quite easy,' she said, scratching on the bark. 

'Eh, what?' said her Daddy. 'I meant I was thinking, and didn't  want to be disturbed.' 

'It's a noise just the same. It's the noise a snake makes,  Daddy,  when it is thinking and doesn't want to be

disturbed.  Let's make the  sshnoise a snake. Will this do?' And she drew  this. (7.) 

'There,' she said. 'That's another s'prisesecret. When you draw  a  hissysnake by the door of your little

backcave where you mend  the  spears, I'll know you're thinking hard; and I'll come in most  mousyquiet.

And if you draw it on a tree by the river when you  are  fishing, I'll know you want me to walk most most

mousyquiet,  so as  not to shake the banks.' 

'Perfectly true,' said Tegumai. And there's more in this game  than  you think. Taffy, dear, I've a notion that

your Daddy's  daughter has  hit upon the finest thing that there ever was since  the Tribe of  Tegumai took to

using shark's teeth instead of  flints for their  spearheads. I believe we've found out the big  secret of the

world.' 

'Why?' said Taffy, and her eyes shone too with incitement. 

'I'll show,' said her Daddy. 'What's water in the Tegumai  language?' 

'Ya, of course, and it means river toolike Wagaiyathe Wagai  river.' 

'What is bad water that gives you fever if you drink  itblack  waterswampwater?' 

'Yo, of course.' 

'Now look,' said her Daddy. 'S'pose you saw this scratched by the  side of a pool in the beaverswamp?' And

he drew this. (8.) 

'Carptail and round egg. Two noises mixed! Yo, bad water,'  said  Taffy. ''Course I wouldn't drink that water

because I'd  know you said  it was bad.' 

'But I needn't be near the water at all. I might be miles away,  hunting, and still' 

'And still it would be just the same as if you stood there and  said, "G'way, Taffy, or you'll get fever." All that

in a  carpfishtail and a round egg! O Daddy, we must tell Mummy,  quick!'  and Taffy danced all round him. 

'Not yet,' said Tegumai; 'not till we've gone a little further.  Let's see. Yo is bad water, but So is food cooked

on the fire,  isn't  it?' And he drew this. (9.) 


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'Yes. Snake and egg,' said Taffy 'So that means dinner's ready.  If  you saw that scratched on a tree you'd know

it was time to  come to the  Cave. So'd I.' 

'My Winkie!' said Tegumai. 'That's true too. But wait a minute.  I  see a difficulty. SO means "come and have

dinner," but sho  means the  dryingpoles where we hang our hides.' 

'Horrid old dryingpoles!' said Taffy. 'I hate helping to hang  heavy, hot, hairy hides on them. If you drew the

snake and egg,  and I  thought it meant dinner, and I came in from the wood and  found that it  meant I was to

help Mummy hang the two hides on the  dryingpoles, what  would I do?' 

'You'd be cross. So'd Mummy. We must make a new picture for sho.  We must draw a spotty snake that hisses

shsh, and we'll play  that  the plain snake only hisses ssss.' 

'I couldn't be sure how to put in the spots,' said Taffy. 'And  p'raps if you were in a hurry you might leave

them out, and I'd  think  it was so when it was sho, and then Mummy would catch me  just the  same. No! I

think we'd better draw a picture of the  horrid high  dryingpoles their very selves, and make quite sure.  I'll put

them in  just after the hissysnake. Look!' And she  drew this. (10.) 

'P'raps that's safest. It's very like our dryingpoles, anyhow,'  said her Daddy, laughing. 'Now I'll make a new

noise with a  snake and  dryingpole sound in it. I'll say shi. That's Tegumai  for spear,  Taffy.' And he laughed. 

'Don't make fun of me,' said Taffy, as she thought of her  pictureletter and the mud in the Strangerman's

hair. 'You draw  it,  Daddy.' 

'We won't have beavers or hills this time, eh?' said her Daddy,  'I'll just draw a straight line for my spear.' and

he drew this.  (11.) 

'Even Mummy couldn't mistake that for me being killed.' 

'Please don't, Daddy. It makes me uncomfy. Do some more noises.  We're getting on beautifully.' 

'Erhm!' said Tegumai, looking up. 'We'll say shu. That means  sky.' 

Taffy drew the snake and the dryingpole. Then she stopped. 'We  must make a new picture for that end

sound, mustn't we?' 

'Shushuuuu!' said her Daddy. 'Why, it's just like the  roundeggsound made thin.' 

'Then s'pose we draw a thin round egg, and pretend it's a frog  that hasn't eaten anything for years.' 

'Nno,' said her Daddy. 'If we drew that in a hurry we might  mistake it for the round egg itself. Shushushu!

'I tell you  what  we'll do. We'll open a little hole at the end of the round  egg to show  how the Onoise runs out

all thin, ooooooo. Like  this.' And he drew  this. (12.) 

'Oh, that's lovely ! Much better than a thin frog. Go on,' said  Taffy, using her shark's tooth. Her Daddy went

on drawing, and  his  hand shook with incitement. He went on till he had drawn  this. (13.) 

'Don't look up, Taffy,' he said. 'Try if you can make out what  that means in the Tegumai language. If you can,

we've found the  Secret.' 


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'Snakepolebrokeneggcarptail and carpmouth,' said  Taffy.  'Shuya. Skywater (rain).' Just then

a drop fell on her  hand, for the  day had clouded over. 'Why, Daddy, it's raining.  Was that what you  meant to

tell me?' 

'Of course,' said her Daddy. 'And I told it you without saying a  word, didn't I?' 

'Well, I think I would have known it in a minute, but that  raindrop made me quite sure. I'll always remember

now. Shuya  means  rain, or "it is going to rain." Why, Daddy!' She gotup and  danced  round him. 'S'pose you

went out before I was awake, and  drawed shuya  in the smoke on the wall, I'd know it was going to  rain and

I'd take  my beaverskin hood. Wouldn't Mummy be  surprised?' 

Tegumai got up and danced. (Daddies didn't mind doing those  things  in those days.) 'More than that! More

than that!' he said.  'S'pose I  wanted to tell you it wasn't going to rain much and you  must come down  to the

river, what would we draw? Say the words  in Tegumaitalk  first.' 

'Shuyalas, ya maru. (Skywater ending. River come to.) what a  lot of new sounds! I don't see how we can

draw them.' 

'But I dobut I do!' said Tegumai. 'Just attend a minute, Taffy,  and we won't do any more today. We've got

shuya all right,  haven't  we? But this las is a teaser. Lalala' and he waved his  sharktooth. 

'There's the hissysnake at the end and the carpmouth before the  snakeasasas. We only want lala,'

said Taffy. 

'I know it, but we have to make lala. And we're the first people  in all the world who've ever tried to do it,

Taffimai!' 

'Well,' said Taffy, yawning, for she was rather tired. 'Las  means  breaking or finishing as well as ending,

doesn't it?' 

'So it does,' said Tegumai. 'Tolas means that there's no water  in  the tank for Mummy to cook withjust

when I'm going hunting,  too.' 

'And shilas means that your spear is broken. If I'd only thought  of that instead of drawing silly beaver

pictures for the  Stranger!' 

'La! La! La!' said Tegumai, waiving his stick and frowning. 'Oh  bother!' 

'I could have drawn shi quite easily,' Taffy went on. 'Then I'd  have drawn your spear all brokenthis way!'

And she drew. (14.) 

'The very thing,' said Tegumai. 'That's la all over. It isn't  like  any of the other marks either.' And he drew this.

(15.) 

'Now for ya. Oh, we've done that before. Now for maru.  Mummummum. Mum shuts one's mouth up,

doesn't it? We'll draw a  shut  mouth like this.' And he drew. (16.) 

'Then the carpmouth open. That makes Mamama! But what about  this rrrrrthing, Taffy?' 

'It sounds all rough and edgy, like your sharktooth saw when  you're cutting out a plank for the canoe,' said

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'You mean all sharp at the edges, like this?' said Tegumai. And  he  drew. (17.) 

''Xactly,' said Taffy. 'But we don't want all those teeth: only  put two.' 

'I'll only put in one,' said Tegumai. 'If this game of ours is  going to be what I think it will, the easier we make

our sound  pictures the better for everybody.' And he drew. (18.) 

'Now, we've got it,' said Tegumai, standing on one leg. 'I'll  draw  'em all in a string like fish.' 

'Hadn't we better put a little bit of stick or something between  each word, so's they won't rub up against each

other and jostle,  same  as if they were carps?' 

'Oh, I'll leave a space for that,' said her Daddy. And very  incitedly he drew them all without stopping, on a

big new bit of  birchbark. (19.) 

'Shuyalas yamaru,' said Taffy, reading it out sound by sound. 

'That's enough for today,' said Tegumai. 'Besides, you're  getting  tired, Taffy. Never mind, dear. We'll finish

it all to  morrow, and  then we'll be remembered for years and years after  the biggest trees  you can see are all

chopped up for firewood.' 

So they went home, and all that evening Tegumai sat on one side  of  the fire and Taffy on the other, drawing

ya's and yo's and  shu's and  shi's in the smoke on the wall and giggling together  till her Mummy  said, 'Really,

Tegumai, you're worse than my  Taffy.' 

'Please don't mind,' said Taffy. 'It's only our  secrets'prise,  Mummy dear, and we'll tell you all about it the

very minute it's done;  but please don't ask me what it is now, or  else I'll have to tell.' 

So her Mummy most carefully didn't; and bright and early next  morning Tegumai went down to the river to

think about new sound  pictures, and when Taffy got up she saw Yalas (water is ending  or  running out)

chalked on the side of the big stone watertank,  outside  the Cave. 

'Um,' said Taffy. 'These picturesounds are rather a bother!  Daddy's just as good as come here himself and

told me to get more  water for Mummy to cook with.' She went to the spring at the back  of  the house and

filled the tank from a bark bucket, and then she  ran  down to the river and pulled her Daddy's left earthe

one  that  belonged to her to pull when she was good. 

'Now come along and we'll draw all the leftover soundpictures,'  said her Daddy, and they had a most

inciting day of it, and a  beautiful lunch in the middle, and two games of romps. When they  came  to T, Taffy

said that as her name, and her Daddy's, and her  Mummy's  all began with that sound, they should draw a sort

of  family  group of  themselves holding hands. That was all very well to draw  once or  twice; but when it came

to drawing it six or seven  times, Taffy and  Tegumai drew it scratchier and scratchier, till  at last the Tsound

was only a thin long Tegumai with his arms  out to hold Taffy and  Teshumai. You can see from these three

pictures partly how it  happened. (20, 21, 22.) 

Many of the other pictures were much too beautiful to begin with,  especially before lunch, but as they were

drawn over and over  again  on birchbark, they became plainer and easier, till at last  even  Tegumai said he

could find no fault with them. They turned  the  hissysnake the other way round for the Zsound, to show it

was  hissing backwards in a soft and gentle way (23); and they  just made a  twiddle for E, because it came into

the pictures so  often (24); and  they drew pictures of the sacred Beaver of the  Tegumais for the  Bsound (25,

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(29); and they  drew a picture of the big  lakepike's  mouth for the greedy Gasound  (30); and they drew the

pike's  mouth  again with a spear behind it for  the scratchy, hurty Kasound  (31);  and they drew pictures of a

little  bit of the winding Wagai river  for the nice windywindy Wasound (32,  33); and so on and so  forth  and

so following till they had done and  drawn all the  soundpictures  that they wanted, and there was the

Alphabet, all complete. 

And after thousands and thousands and thousands of years, and  after Hieroglyphics and Demotics, and

Nilotics, and Cryptics, and  Cufics, and Runics, and Dorics, and Ionics, and all sorts of  other  ricks and tricks

(because the Woons, and the Neguses, and  the  Akhoonds, and the Repositories of Tradition would never

leave  a good  thing alone when they saw it), the fine old easy,  understandable  AlphabetA, B, C, D, E, and

the rest of 'emgot  back into its proper  shape again for all Best Beloveds to learn  when they are old enough. 

But I remember Tegumai Bopsulai, and Taffimai Metallumai and  Teshumai Tewindrow, her dear Mummy,

and all the days gone by. And  it  was sojust soa little time agoon the banks of the big  Wagai! 

OF all the Tribe of Tegumai  Who cut that figure, none remain,  On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry  The

silence and the sun remain. 

But as the faithful years return  And hearts unwounded sing again,  Comes Taffy dancing through the fern  To

lead the Surrey spring again. 

Her brows are bound with brackenfronds,  And golden elflocks fly  above;  Her eyes are bright as diamonds

And bluer than the skies  above. 

In mocassins and deerskin cloak,  Unfearing, free and fair she  flits,  And lights her little dampwood smoke

To show her Daddy where  she flits. 

For faroh, very far behind,  So far she cannot call to him,  Comes Tegumai alone to find  The daughter that

was all to him. 

THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA

BEFORE the High and FarOff Times, O my Best Beloved, came the  Time of the Very Beginnings; and that

was in the days when the  Eldest  Magician was getting Things ready. First he got the Earth  ready; then  he got

the Sea ready; and then he told all the  Animals that they could  come out and play. And the Animals said,  'O

Eldest Magician, what  shall we play at?' and he said, 'I will  show you. He took the

ElephantAlltheElephanttherewasand  said, 'Play at being an  Elephant,' and

AlltheElephanttherewas  played. He took the  BeaverAlltheBeavertherewas and said,  'Play at

being a Beaver,'  and Allthe Beavertherewas played.  He took the CowAllthe  Cowtherewasand

said, 'Play at being  a Cow,' and  AlltheCowtherewas played. He took the  TurtleAlltheTurtle

therewas and said, 'Play at being a  Turtle,' and  AlltheTurtletherewas played. One by one he took  all

the beasts and  birds and fishes and told them what to play at. 

But towards evening, when people and things grow restless and  tired, there came up the Man (With his own

little  girldaughter?)Yes, with his own best beloved little  girldaughter  sitting upon his shoulder, and he

said, 'What is  this play, Eldest  Magician?' And the Eldest Magician said, 'Ho,  Son of Adam, this is the  play of

the Very Beginning; but you are  too wise for this play.' And  the Man saluted and said, 'Yes, I am  too wise for

this play; but see  that you make all the Animals  obedient to me.' 

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sideways and stepped into the  sea,  saying to himself, 'I will play my play alone in the deep  waters, and  I will

never be obedient to this son of Adam.' Nobody  saw him go away  except the little girldaughter where she

leaned  on the Man's  shoulder. And the play went on till there were no  more Animals left  without orders; and

the Eldest Magician wiped  the fine dust off his  hands and walked about the world to see how  the Animals

were playing. 

He went North, Best Beloved, and he found  AlltheElephanttherewas digging with his tusks and

stamping  with  his feet in the nice new clean earth that had been made  ready for him. 

'Kun?' said AlltheElephanttherewas, meaning, 'Is this right?' 

'Payah kun,' said the Eldest Magician, meaning, 'That is quite  right'; and he breathed upon the great rocks and

lumps of earth  that  AlltheElephanttherewas had thrown up, and they became  the great  Himalayan

Mountains, and you can look them out on the  map. 

He went East, and he found AlltheCow therewas feeding in the  field that had been made ready for her,

and she licked her tongue  round a whole forest at a time, and swallowed it and sat down to  chew  her cud. 

'Kun?' said AlltheCowtherewas. 

'Payah kun,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the  bare patch where she had eaten, and upon the

place where she had  sat  down, and one became the great Indian Desert, and the other  became the  Desert of

Sahara, and you can look them out on the  map. 

He went West, and he found AlltheBeavertherewas making a  beaverdam across the mouths of broad

rivers that had been got  ready  for him. 

'Kun?' said AlltheBeavertherewas. 

'Payah kun,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the  fallen trees and the still water, and they

became the Everglades  in  Florida, and you may look them out on the  map. 

Then he went South and found AlltheTurtletherewas scratching  with his flippers in the sand that had

been got ready for him,  and  the sand and the rocks whirled through the air and fell far  off into  the sea. 

'Kun?' said AlltheTurtletherewas. 

'Payah kun,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the  sand and the rocks, where they had fallen in

the sea, and they  became  the most beautiful islands of Borneo, Celebes, Sumatra,  Java, and the  rest of the

Malay Archipelago, and you can look  them out on the map! 

By and by the Eldest Magician met the Man on the banks of the  Perak river, and said, 'Ho! Son of Adam, are

all the Animals  obedient  to you?' 

'Yes,' said the Man. 

'Is all the Earth obedient to you?' 

'Yes,' said the Man. 

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'No,' said the Man. 'Once a day and once a night the Sea runs up  the Perak river and drives the sweetwater

back into the forest,  so  that my house is made wet; once a day and once a night it runs  down  the river and

draws all the water after it, so that there is  nothing  left but mud, and my canoe is upset. Is that the play you

told it to  play?' 

'No,' said the Eldest Magician. 'That is a new and a bad play.' 

'Look!' said the Man, and as he spoke the great Sea came up the  mouth of the Perak river, driving the river

backwards till it  overflowed all the dark forests for miles and miles, and flooded  the  Man's house. 

'This is wrong. Launch your canoe and we will find out who is  playing with the Sea,' said the Eldest

Magician. They stepped  into  the canoe; the little girldaughter came with them; and the  Man took  his krisa

curving, wavy dagger with a blade like a  flame,and they  pushed out on the Perak river. Then the sea  began

to run back and  back, and the canoe was sucked out of the  mouth of the Perak river,  past Selangor, past

Malacca, past  Singapore, out and out to the Island  of Bingtang, as though it  had been pulled by a string. 

Then the Eldest Magician stood up and shouted, 'Ho! beasts,  birds,  and fishes, that I took between my hands

at the Very  Beginning and  taught the play that you should play, which one of  you is playing with  the Sea?' 

Then all the beasts, birds, and fishes said together, 'Eldest  Magician, we play the plays that you taught us to

playwe and  our  children's children. But not one of us plays with the Sea.' 

Then the Moon rose big and full over the water, and the Eldest  Magician said to the hunchbacked old man

who sits in the Moon  spinning a fishingline with which he hopes one day to catch the  world, 'Ho! Fisher of

the Moon, are you playing with the Sea?' 

'No,' said the Fisherman, 'I am spinning a line with which I  shall  some day catch the world; but I do not play

with the Sea.'  And he went  on spinning his line. 

Now there is also a Rat up in the Moon who always bites the old  Fisherman's line as fast as it is made, and

the Eldest Magician  said  to him, 'Ho! Rat of the Moon, are you playing with the Sea?' 

And the Rat said, 'I am too busy biting through the line that  this  old Fisherman is spinning. I do not play with

the Sea.' And  he went on  biting the line. 

Then the little girldaughter put up her little soft brown arms  with the beautiful white shell bracelets and said,

'O Eldest  Magician! when my father here talked to you at the Very  Beginning,  and I leaned upon his shoulder

while the beasts were  being taught  their plays, one beast went away naughtily into the  Sea before you had

taught him his play. 

And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who  see and are silent! What was the beast like?' 

And the little girldaughter said, 'He was round and he was flat;  and his eyes grew upon stalks; and he

walked sideways like this ;  and  he was covered with strong armour upon his back.' 

And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who  speak truth! Now I know where Pau Amma

went. Give me the paddle!' 

So he took the paddle; but there was no need to paddle, for the  water flowed steadily past all the islands till

they came to the  place called Pusat Tasekthe Heart of the Seawhere the great  hollow is that leads down

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twin nuts. Then the Eldest Magician slid his arm up to the shoulder  through the deep warm water, and under

the roots of the Wonderful  Tree he touched the broad back of Pau Amma the Crab. And Pau Amma  settled

down at the touch, and all the Sea rose up as water rises  in  a basin when you put your hand into it. 

'Ah!' said the Eldest Magician. 'Now I know who has been playing  with the Sea;' and he called out, 'What are

you doing, Pau Amma?' 

And Pau Amma, deep down below, answered, 'Once a day and once a  night I go out to look for my food.

Once a day and once a night I  return. Leave me alone.' 

Then the Eldest Magician said, 'Listen, Pau Amma. When you go out  from your cave the waters of the Sea

pour down into Pusat Tasek,  and  all the beaches of all the islands are left bare, and the  little fish  die, and Raja

Moyang Kaban, the King of the  Elephants, his legs are  made muddy. When you come back and sit in  Pusat

Tasek, the waters of  the Sea rise, and half the little  islands are drowned, and the Man's  house is flooded, and

Raja  Abdullah, the King of the Crocodiles, his  mouth is filled with  the salt water. 

Then Pau Amma, deep down below, laughed and said, 'I did not know  I was so important. Henceforward I

will go out seven times a day,  and  the waters shall never be still.' 

And the Eldest Magician said, 'I cannot make you play the play  you  were meant to play, Pau Amma, because

you escaped me at the  Very  Beginning; but if you are not afraid, come up and we will  talk about  it.' 

'I am not afraid,' said Pau Amma, and he rose to the top of the  sea in the moonlight. There was nobody in the

world so big as Pau  Ammafor he was the King Crab of all Crabs. Not a common Crab,  but a  King Crab.

One side of his great shell touched the beach at  Sarawak;  the other touched the beach at Pahang; and he was

taller  than the  smoke of three volcanoes! As he rose up through the  branches of the  Wonderful Tree he tore

off one of the great twin  fruitsthe magic  double kernelled nuts that make people young,  and the little

girldaughter saw it bobbing alongside the canoe,  and pulled it in and  began to pick out the soft eyes of it

with  her little golden scissors. 

'Now,' said the Magician, 'make a Magic, Pau Amma, to show that  you are really important.' 

Pau Amma rolled his eyes and waved his legs, but he could only  stir up the Sea, because, though he was a

King Crab, he was  nothing  more than a Crab, and the Eldest Magician laughed. 

'You are not so important after all, Pau Amma,' he said. 'Now,  let  me try,' and he made a Magic with his left

handwith just  the little  finger of his left handandlo and behold,  Best Beloved, Pau Amma's  hard,

bluegreenblack shell fell off  him as a husk falls off a  cocoanut, and Pau Amma was left all  softsoft as

the little crabs  that you sometimes find on the  beach, Best Beloved. 

'Indeed, you are very important,' said the Eldest Magician.  'Shall  I ask the Man here to cut you with kris?

Shall I send for  Raja Moyang  Kaban, the King of the Elephants, to pierce you with  his tusks, or  shall I call

Raja Abdullah, the King of the Crocodiles,  to bite you?' 

And Pau Amma said, 'I am ashamed! Give me back my hard shell and  let me go back to Pusat Tasek, and I

will only stir out once a  day  and once a night to get my food.' 

And the Eldest Magician said, 'No, Pau Amma, I will not give you  back your shell, for you will grow bigger

and prouder and  stronger,  and perhaps you will forget your promise, and  you will play with the  Sea once

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Then Pau Amma said, 'What shall I do? I am so big that I can only  hide in Pusat Tasek, and if I go anywhere

else, all soft as I am  now,  the sharks and the dogfish will eat me. And if I go to Pusat  Tasek,  all soft as I am

now, though I may be safe, I can never  stir out to  get my food, and so I shall die.' Then he waved his  legs and

lamented. 

'Listen, Pau Amma,' said the Eldest Magician. 'I cannot make you  play the play you were meant to play,

because you escaped me at  the  Very Beginning; but if you choose, I can make every stone and  every  hole and

every bunch of weed in all the seas a safe Pusat  Tasek for  you and your children for always.' 

Then Pau Amma said, 'That is good, but I do not choose yet. Look!  there is that Man who talked to you at the

Very Beginning. If he  had  not taken up your attention I should not have grown tired of  waiting  and run away,

and all this would never have happened.  What will he do  for me?' 

And the Man said, 'If you choose, I will make a Magic, so that  both the deep water and the dry ground will be

a home for you and  your childrenso that you shall be able to hide both on the land  and  in the sea.' 

And Pau Amma said, 'I do not choose yet. Look! there is that girl  who saw me running away at the Very

Beginning. If she had spoken  then, the Eldest Magician would have called me back, and all this  would never

have happened. What will she do for me?' 

And the little girldaughter said, 'This is a good nut that I am  eating. If you choose, I will make a Magic and I

will give you  this  pair of scissors, very sharp and strong, so that you and  your children  can eat cocoanuts

like this all day long when you  come up from the  Sea to the land; or you can dig a Pusat Tasek  for yourself

with the  scissors that belong to you when there is  no stone or hole near by;  and when the earth is too hard, by

the  help of these same scissors you  can run up a tree.' 

And Pau Amma said, 'I do not choose yet, for, all soft as I am,  these gifts would not help me. Give me back

my shell, O Eldest  Magician, and then I will play your play.' 

And the Eldest Magician said, 'I will give it back, Pau Amma, for  eleven months of the year; but on the

twelfth month of every year  it  shall grow soft again, to remind you and all your children  that I can  make

magics, and to keep you humble, Pau Amma; for I  see that if you  can run both under the water and on land,

you  will grow too bold; and  if you can climb trees and crack nuts and  dig holes with your  scissors, you will

grow too greedy, Pau  Amma.' 

Then Pau Amma thought a little and said, 'I have made my choice.  I  will take all the gifts.' 

Then the Eldest Magician made a Magic with the right hand, with  all five fingers of his right hand, and lo and

behold, Best  Beloved,  Pau Amma grew smaller and smaller and smaller, till at  last there was  only a little

green crab swimming in the water  alongside the canoe,  crying in a very small voice, 'Give me the  scissors!' 

And the girldaughter picked him up on the palm of her little  brown hand, and sat him in the bottom of the

canoe and gave him  her  scissors, and he waved them in his little arms, and opened  them and  shut them and

snapped them, and said, 'I can eat nuts. I  can crack  shells. I can dig holes. I can climb trees. I can  breathe in

the dry  air, and I can find a safe Pusat Tasek under  every stone. I did not  know I was so important. Kun?' (Is

this  right?) 

'Payahkun,' said the Eldest Magician, and he laughed and gave  him  his blessing; and little Pau Amma

scuttled over the side of  the canoe  into the water; and he was so tiny that he could have  hidden under the

shadow of a dry leaf on land or of a dead shell  at the bottom of the  sea. 


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'Was that well done?' said the Eldest Magician. 

'Yes,' said the Man. 'But now we must go back to Perak, and that  is a weary way to paddle. If we had waited

till Pau Amma had gone  out  of Pusat Tasek and come home, the water would have carried us  there by  itself.' 

'You are lazy,' said the Eldest Magician. 'So your children shall  be lazy. They shall be the laziest people in the

world. They  shall be  called the Malazythe lazy people;' and he held up his  finger to the  Moon and said, 'O

Fisherman, here is the Man too  lazy to row home.  Pull his canoe home with your line, Fisherman.' 

'No,' said the Man. 'If I am to be lazy all my days, let the Sea  work for me twice a day for ever. That will save

paddling.' 

And the Eldest Magician laughed and said, 'Payah kun' (That is  right). 

And the Rat of the Moon stopped biting the line; and the  Fisherman  let his line down till it touched the Sea,

and he  pulled the whole  deep Sea along, past the Island of Bintang, past  Singapore, past  Malacca, past

Selangor, till the canoe whirled  into the mouth of the  Perak River again. Kun?' said the Fisherman  of the

Moon. 

'Payah kun,' said the Eldest Magician. 'See now that you pull the  Sea twice a day and twice a night for ever,

so that the Malazy  fishermen may be saved paddling. But be careful not to do it too  hard, or I shall make a

magic on you as I did to Pau Amma.' 

Then they all went up the Perak River and went to bed, Best  Beloved. 

Now listen and attend! 

From that day to this the Moon has always pulled the sea up and  down and made what we call the tides.

Sometimes the Fisher of the  Sea  pulls a little too hard, and then we get spring tides; and  sometimes  he pulls a

little too softly, and then we get what are  called  neaptides; but nearly always he is careful, because of  the

Eldest  Magician. 

And Pau Amma? You can see when you go to the beach, how all Pau  Amma's babies make little Pusat

Taseks for themselves under every  stone and bunch of weed on the sands; you can see them waving  their

little scissors; and in some parts of the world they truly  live on the  dry land and run up the palm trees and eat

cocoanuts,  exactly as the  girldaughter promised. But once a year all  Pau Ammas must shake off  their hard

armour and be softto remind  them of what the Eldest  Magician could do. And so it isn't fair  to kill or hunt

Pau Amma's  babies just because old Pau Amma was  stupidly rude a very long time  ago. 

Oh yes! And Pau Amma's babies hate being taken out of their  little  Pusat Taseks and brought home in

picklebottles. That is  why they nip  you with their scissors, and it serves you right! 

CHINAGOING P's and 0's

Pass Pau Amma's playground close,

And his Pusat Tasek lies

Near the track of most B.I.'s.

U.Y.K. and N.D.L.

Know Pau Amma's home as well

As the fisher of the Sea knows

'Bens,' M.M.'s, and Rubattinos.

But (and this is rather queer)

A.T.L.'s can not come here;

O. and O. and D.O.A.


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Must go round another way.

Orient, Anchor, Bibby, Hall,

Never go that way at all.

U.C.S. would have a fit

If it found itself on it.

And if 'Beavers' took their cargoes

To Penang instead of Lagos,

Or a fat ShawSavill bore

Passengers to Singapore,

Or a White Star were to try a

Little trip to Sourabaya,

Or a B.S.A. went on

Past Natal to Cheribon,

Then great Mr. Lloyds would come

With a wire and drag them home!

You'll know what my riddle means

When you've eaten mangosteens.

Or if you can't wait till then, ask them to let you have the  outside page of the Times; turn over to page 2

where it is marked  'Shipping' on the top left hand; then take the Atlas (and that is  the  finest picturebook in

the world) and see how the names of  the places  that the steamers go to fit into the names of the  places on the

map.  Any steamerkiddy ought to be able to do that;  but if you can't read,  ask some one to show it you. 

THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF

HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and  became and was, O my Best Beloved, when

the Tame animals were  wild.  The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was  wild, and  the

Sheep was wild, and the Pig was wildas wild  as wild could  beand they walked in the Wet Wild Woods

by  their wild lones. But the  wildest of all the wild animals was  the Cat. He walked by himself, and  all places

were alike to him. 

Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't  even begin to be tame till he met the

Woman, and she told him  that  she did not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a  nice dry  Cave,

instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in;  and she strewed  clean sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire

of wood at the back  of the Cave; and she hung a dried wildhorse  skin, taildown, across  the opening of the

Cave; and she said,  'Wipe you feet, dear, when you  come in, and now we'll keep  house.' 

That night, Best Beloved, they ate wild sheep roasted on the hot  stones, and flavoured with wild garlic and

wild pepper; and wild  duck  stuffed with wild rice and wild fenugreek and wild  coriander; and  marrowbones

of wild oxen; and wild cherries, and  wild grenadillas.  Then the Man went to sleep in front of the fire  ever so

happy; but the  Woman sat up, combing her hair. She took  the bone of the shoulder of  muttonthe big fat

bladeboneand  she looked at the wonderful marks  on it, and she threw more wood  on the fire, and she

made a Magic. She  made the First Singing  Magic in the world. 

Out in the Wet Wild Woods all the wild animals gathered together  where they could see the light of the fire a

long way off, and  they  wondered what it meant. 

Then Wild Horse stamped with his wild foot and said, 'O my  Friends  and O my Enemies, why have the Man

and the Woman made  that great light  in that great Cave, and what harm will it do  us?' 

Wild Dog lifted up his wild nose and smelled the smell of roast  mutton, and said, 'I will go up and see and

look, and say; for I  think it is good. Cat, come with me.' 


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'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and  all  places are alike to me. I will not come.' 

'Then we can never be friends again,' said Wild Dog, and he  trotted off to the Cave. But when he had gone a

little way the  Cat  said to himself, 'All places are alike to me. Why should I  not go too  and see and look and

come away at my own liking.' So  he slipped after  Wild Dog softly, very softly, and hid himself  where he

could hear  everything. 

When Wild Dog reached the mouth of the Cave he lifted up the  dried  horseskin with his nose and sniffed

the beautiful smell of  the roast  mutton, and the Woman, looking at the bladebone, heard  him, and  laughed,

and said, 'Here comes the first. Wild Thing out  of the Wild  Woods, what do you want?' 

Wild Dog said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, what is this  that  smells so good in the Wild Woods?' 

Then the Woman picked up a roasted muttonbone and threw it to  Wild Dog, and said, 'Wild Thing out of the

Wild Woods,  taste and  try.' Wild Dog gnawed the bone, and it was more  delicious than  anything he had ever

tasted, and he said, 'O my  Enemy and Wife of my  Enemy, give me another.' 

The Woman said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, help my Man to  hunt through the day and guard this

Cave at night, and I will  give  you as many roast bones as you need.' 

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. 'This is a very wise Woman, but  she  is not so wise as I am.' 

Wild Dog crawled into the Cave and laid his head on the Woman's  lap, and said, 'O my Friend and Wife of

my Friend, I will help  Your  Man to hunt through the day, and at night I will guard your  Cave.' 

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. 'That is a very foolish Dog.' And  he went back through the Wet Wild Woods

waving his wild tail, and  walking by his wild lone. But he never told anybody. 

When the Man waked up he said, 'What is Wild Dog doing here?' And  the Woman said, 'His name is not

Wild Dog any more, but the First  Friend, because he will be our friend for always and always and  always.

Take him with you when you go hunting.' 

Next night the Woman cut great green armfuls of fresh grass from  the watermeadows, and dried it before

the fire, so that it smelt  like newmown hay, and she sat at the mouth of the Cave and  plaited a  halter out of

horsehide, and she looked at the  shoulder of  muttonboneat the big broad bladeboneand she  made a

Magic. She  made the Second Singing Magic in the world. 

Out in the Wild Woods all the wild animals wondered what had  happened to Wild Dog, and at last Wild

Horse stamped with his  foot  and said, 'I will go and see and say why Wild Dog has not  returned.  Cat, come

with me.' 

'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and  all  places are alike to me. I will not come.' But

all the same he  followed  Wild Horse softly, very softly, and hid himself where he  could hear  everything. 

When the Woman heard Wild Horse tripping and stumbling on his  long  mane, she laughed and said, 'Here

comes the second. Wild  Thing out of  the Wild Woods what do you want?' 

Wild Horse said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where is Wild  Dog?' 

The Woman laughed, and picked up the bladebone and looked at it,  and said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild

Woods, you did not come  here  for Wild Dog, but for the sake of this good grass.' 


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And Wild Horse, tripping and stumbling on his long mane, said,  'That is true; give it me to eat.' 

The Woman said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, bend your wild  head and wear what I give you, and

you shall eat the wonderful  grass  three times a day.' 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'this is a clever Woman, but she  is  not so clever as I am.' Wild Horse bent his

wild head, and the  Woman  slipped the plaited hide halter over it, and Wild Horse  breathed on  the Woman's

feet and said, 'O my Mistress, and Wife  of my Master, I  will be your servant for the sake of the  wonderful

grass.' 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'that is a very foolish Horse.'  And  he went back through the Wet Wild Woods,

waving his wild tail  and  walking by his wild lone. But he never told anybody. 

When the Man and the Dog came back from hunting, the Man said,  'What is Wild Horse doing here?' And the

Woman said, 'His name is  not  Wild Horse any more, but the First  Servant, because he will carry us  from

place to place for always  and always and always. Ride on his back  when you go hunting. 

Next day, holding her wild head high that her wild horns should  not catch in the wild trees, Wild Cow came

up to the Cave, and  the  Cat followed, and hid himself just the same as  before; and everything  happened just

the same as before; and the  Cat said the same things as  before, and when Wild Cow had  promised to give her

milk to the Woman  every day in exchange for  the wonderful grass, the Cat went back  through the Wet Wild

Woods  waving his wild tail and walking by his  wild lone, just the same  as before. But he never told anybody.

And  when the Man and the  Horse and the Dog came home from hunting and  asked the same  questions same

as before, the Woman said, 'Her name is  not Wild  Cow any more, but the Giver of Good Food. She will give

us  the  warm white milk for always and always and always, and I will take  care of her while you and the First

Friend and the First Servant  go  hunting. 

Next day the Cat waited to see if any other Wild thing would go  up  to the Cave, but no one moved in the Wet

Wild Woods, so the  Cat walked  there by himself; and he saw the Woman milking the  Cow, and he saw the

light of the fire in the Cave, and he smelt  the smell of the warm  white milk. 

Cat said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where did Wild Cow  go?' 

The Woman laughed and said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, go  back to the Woods again, for I have

braided up my hair, and I  have  put away the magic bladebone, and we have no more need of  either  friends

or servants in our Cave. 

Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a servant. I am the  Cat  who walks by himself, and I wish to come

into your cave.' 

Woman said, 'Then why did you not come with First Friend on the  first night?' 

Cat grew very angry and said, 'Has Wild Dog told tales of me?' 

Then the Woman laughed and said, 'You are the Cat who walks by  himself, and all places are alike to you.

Your are neither a  friend  nor a servant. You have said it yourself. Go away and walk  by yourself  in all places

alike.' 

Then Cat pretended to be sorry and said, 'Must I never come into  the Cave? Must I never sit by the warm

fire? Must I never drink  the  warm white milk? You are very wise and very beautiful. You  should not  be cruel

even to a Cat.' 


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Woman said, 'I knew I was wise, but I did not know I was  beautiful. So I will make a bargain with you. If

ever I say one  word  in your praise you may come into the Cave.' 

'And if you say two words in my praise?' said the Cat. 

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say two words in your  praise, you may sit by the fire in the Cave.' 

'And if you say three words?' said the Cat. 

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say three words in  your  praise, you may drink the warm white milk

three times a day  for always  and always and always.' 

Then the Cat arched his back and said, 'Now let the Curtain at  the  mouth of the Cave, and the Fire at the back

of the Cave, and  the  Milkpots that stand beside the Fire, remember what my Enemy  and the  Wife of my

Enemy has said.' And he went away through the  Wet Wild  Woods waving his wild tail and walking by his

wild lone. 

That night when the Man and the Horse and the Dog came home from  hunting, the Woman did not tell them

of the bargain that she had  made  with the Cat, because she was afraid that they might not  like it. 

Cat went far and far away and hid himself in the Wet Wild Woods  by  his wild lone for a long time till the

Woman forgot all about  him.  Only the Batthe little upsidedown  Batthat hung inside the Cave,  knew

where Cat hid; and every  evening Bat would fly to Cat with news  of what was happening. 

One evening Bat said, 'There is a Baby in the Cave. He is new and  pink and fat and small, and the Woman is

very fond of him.' 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'but what is the Baby fond of?' 

'He is fond of things that are soft and tickle,' said the Bat.  'He  is fond of warm things to hold in his arms when

he goes to  sleep. He  is fond of being played with. He is fond of all those  things.' 

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'then my time has come.' 

Next night Cat walked through the Wet Wild Woods and hid very  near  the Cave till morningtime, and Man

and Dog and Horse went  hunting.  The Woman was busy cooking that morning, and the Baby  cried and

interrupted. So she carried him outside the Cave and  gave him a  handful of pebbles to play with. But still the

Baby  cried. 

Then the Cat put out his paddy paw and patted the Baby on the  cheek, and it cooed; and the Cat rubbed

against its fat knees and  tickled it under its fat chin with his tail. And the Baby  laughed;  and the Woman

heard him and smiled. 

Then the Batthe little upsidedown batthat hung in the mouth  of the Cave said, 'O my Hostess and Wife

of my Host and Mother of  my  Host's Son, a Wild Thing from the Wild Woods is most  beautifully  playing

with your Baby.' 

'A blessing on that Wild Thing whoever he may be,' said the  Woman,  straightening her back, 'for I was a busy

woman this  morning and he  has done me a service.' 


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That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the dried  horseskin  Curtain that was stretched taildown at the

mouth of  the Cave fell  downwhoosh!because it remembered the bargain  she had made with the  Cat, and

when the Woman went to pick it up  lo and behold!the Cat  was sitting quite comfy inside the Cave. 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said  the  Cat, 'it is I: for you have spoken a

word in my praise, and  now I can  sit within the Cave for always and always and always.  But still I am  the Cat

who walks by himself, and all places are  alike to me.' 

The Woman was very angry, and shut her lips tight and took up her  spinningwheel and began to spin. But

the Baby cried because the  Cat  had gone away, and the Woman could not hush it, for it  struggled and  kicked

and grew black in the face. 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said  the  Cat, 'take a strand of the wire that

you are spinning and tie  it to  your spinningwhorl and drag it along the floor, and I will  show you a  magic

that shall make your Baby laugh as loudly as he  is now crying.' 

'I will do so,' said the Woman, 'because I am at my wits' end;  but  I will not thank you for it.' 

She tied the thread to the little clay spindle whorl and drew it  across the floor, and the Cat ran after it and

patted it with his  paws and rolled head over heels, and tossed it backward over his  shoulder and chased it

between his hindlegs and pretended to  lose  it, and pounced down upon it again, till the Baby laughed as

loudly as  it had been crying, and scrambled after the Cat and  frolicked all over  the Cave till it grew tired and

settled down  to sleep with the Cat in  its arms. 

'Now,' said the Cat, 'I will sing the Baby a song that shall keep  him asleep for an hour. And he began to purr,

loud and low, low  and  loud, till the Baby fell fast asleep. The Woman smiled as she  looked  down upon the

two of them and said, 'That was wonderfully  done. No  question but you are very clever, O Cat.' 

That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the smoke of the fire  at the back of the Cave came down in

clouds from the roofpuff!  because it remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat, and  when it

had cleared awaylo and  behold!the Cat was sitting quite  comfy close to the fire. 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of My Enemy,' said  the  Cat, 'it is I, for you have spoken a

second word in my  praise, and now  I can sit by the warm fire at the back of the  Cave for always and  always

and always. But still I am the Cat who  walks by himself, and  all places are alike to me.' 

Then the Woman was very very angry, and let down her hair and put  more wood on the fire and brought out

the broad bladebone of the  shoulder of mutton and began to make a Magic that should prevent  her  from

saying a third word in praise of the Cat. It was not a  Singing  Magic, Best Beloved, it was a Still Magic; and

by and by  the Cave grew  so still that a little weewee mouse crept out of a  corner and ran  across the floor. 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said  the  Cat, 'is that little mouse part of

your magic?' 

'Ouh! Chee! No indeed!' said the Woman, and she dropped the  bladebone and jumped upon the footstool in

front of the fire and  braided up her hair very quick for fear that the mouse should run  up  it. 

'Ah,' said the Cat, watching, 'then the mouse will do me no harm  if I eat it?' 

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Cat made one jump and caught the little mouse, and the Woman  said,  'A hundred thanks. Even the First

Friend is not quick  enough to catch  little mice as you have done. You must be very  wise.' 

That very moment and second, O Best Beloved, the Milkpot that  stood by the fire cracked in two

piecesffftbecause it  remembered  the bargain she had made with the Cat, and when the  Woman jumped

down  from the footstoollo and behold!the Cat was  lapping up the warm  white milk that lay in one of the

broken  pieces. 

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy, said the  Cat, 'it is I; for you have spoken

three words in my praise, and  now  I can drink the warm white milk three times a day for always  and  always

and always. But still I am the Cat who walks by  himself, and  all places are alike to me.' 

Then the Woman laughed and set the Cat a bowl of the warm white  milk and said, 'O Cat, you are as clever

as a man, but remember  that  your bargain was not made with the Man or the Dog, and I do  not know  what

they will do when they come home.' 

'What is that to me?' said the Cat. 'If I have my place in the  Cave by the fire and my warm white milk three

times a day I do  not  care what the Man or the Dog can do.' 

That evening when the Man and the Dog came into the Cave, the  Woman told them all the story of the

bargain while the Cat sat by  the  fire and smiled. Then the Man said, 'Yes, but he has not made  a  bargain with

me or with all proper Men after me.' Then he took  off his  two leather boots and he took up his little stone axe

(that makes  three) and he fetched a piece of wood and a hatchet  (that is five  altogether), and he set them out

in a row and he  said, 'Now we will  make our bargain. If you do not catch mice  when you are in the Cave  for

always and always and always, I will  throw these five things at  you whenever I see you, and so shall  all

proper Men do after me.' 

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but  he is not so clever as my Man.' 

The Cat counted the five things (and they looked very knobby) and  he said, 'I will catch mice when I am in

the Cave for always and  always and always; but still I am the Cat who walks by himself,  and  all places are

alike to me.' 

'Not when I am near,' said the Man. 'If you had not said that  last  I would have put all these things away for

always and always  and  always; but I am now going to throw my two boots and my  little stone  axe (that

makes three) at you whenever I meet you.  And so shall all  proper Men do after me!' 

Then the Dog said, 'Wait a minute. He has not made a bargain with  me or with all proper Dogs after me.' And

he showed his teeth and  said, 'If you are not kind to the Baby while I am in the Cave for  always and always

and always, I will hunt you till I catch you,  and  when I catch you I will bite you. And so shall all proper  Dogs

do  after me.' 

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but  he is not so clever as the Dog.' 

Cat counted the Dog's teeth (and they looked very pointed) and he  said, 'I will be kind to the Baby while I am

in the Cave, as long  as  he does not pull my tail too hard, for always and always and  always.  But still I am the

Cat that walks by himself, and all  places are alike  to me.' 

'Not when I am near,' said the Dog. 'If you had not said that  last  I would have shut my mouth for always and

always and always;  but now I  am going to hunt you up a tree whenever I meet you. And  so shall all  proper

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Then the Man threw his two boots and his little stone axe (that  makes three) at the Cat, and the Cat ran out of

the Cave and the  Dog  chased him up a tree; and from that day to this, Best  Beloved, three  proper Men out of

five will always throw things at  a Cat whenever they  meet him, and all proper Dogs will chase him  up a tree.

But the Cat  keeps his side of the bargain too. He will  kill mice and he will be  kind to Babies when he is in the

house,  just as long as they do not  pull his tail too hard. But when he  has done that, and between times,  and

when the moon gets up and  night comes, he is the Cat that walks by  himself, and all places  are alike to him.

Then he goes out to the Wet  Wild Woods or up  the Wet Wild Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving  his

wild tail  and walking by his wild lone. 

PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing,

  Pussy can climb a tree,

Or play with a silly old cork and string

  To'muse herself, not me.

But I like Binkie my dog, because

  He Lnows how to behave;

So, Binkie's the same as the First Friend was,

  And I am the Man in the Cave.

Pussy will play manFriday till

  It's time to wet her paw

And make her walk on the windowsill

  (For the footprint Crusoe saw);

Then she fluffles her tail and mews,

  And scratches and won't attend.

But Binkie will play whatever I choose,

  And he is my true First Friend.

Pussy will rub my knees with her head

  Pretending she loves me hard;

But the very minute I go to my bed

  Pussy runs out in the yard,

And there she stays till the morninglight;

  So I know it is only pretend;

But Binkie, he snores at my feet all night,

  And he is my Firstest Friend!

THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED

THIS, O my Best Beloved, is a storya new and a wonderful storya  story quite different from the other

storiesa story about  The Most  Wise Sovereign SuleimanbinDaoudSolomon the Son of David. 

There are three hundred and fiftyfive stories about Suleiman  binDaoud; but this is not one of them. It is

not the story of  the  Lapwing who found the Water; or the Hoopoe who shaded  SuleimanbinDaoud from the

heat. It is not the story of the Glass  Pavement, or the Ruby with the Crooked Hole, or the Gold Bars of

Balkis. It is the story of the Butterfly that Stamped. 

Now attend all over again and listen! 

SuleimanbinDaoud was wise. He understood what the beasts said,  what the birds said, what the fishes said,

and what the insects  said.  He understood what the rocks said deep under the earth when  they bowed  in

towards each other and groaned; and he understood  what the trees  said when they rustled in the middle of the

morning. He understood  everything, from the bishop on the bench  to the hyssop on the wall,  and Balkis, his

Head Queen, the Most  Beautiful Queen Balkis, was  nearly as wise as he was. 

SuleimanbinDaoud was strong. Upon the third finger of the right  hand he wore a ring. When he turned it


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once, Afrits and Djinns  came  Out of the earth to do whatever he told them. When he turned  it twice,  Fairies

came down from the sky to do whatever he told  them; and when  he turned it three times, the very great angel

Azrael of the Sword  came dressed as a watercarrier, and told him  the news of the three

worlds,AboveBelowand Here. 

And yet SuleimanbinDaoud was not proud. He very seldom showed  off, and when he did he was sorry for

it. Once he tried to feed  all  the animals in all the world in one day, but when the food  was ready  an Animal

came out of the deep sea and ate it up in  three mouthfuls.  SuleimanbinDaoud was very surprised and said,

'O Animal, who are  you?' And the Animal said, 'O King, live for  ever! I am the smallest  of thirty thousand

brothers, and our home  is at the bottom of the sea.  We heard that you were going to feed  all the animals in all

the world,  and my brothers sent me to ask  when dinner would be ready.'  SuleimanbinDaoud was more

surprised than ever and said, 'O Animal,  you have eaten all the  dinner that I made ready for all the animals in

the world.' And  the Animal said, 'O King, live for ever, but do you  really call  that a dinner? Where I come

from we each eat twice as much  as  that between meals.' Then SuleimanbinDaoud fell flat on his  face  and

said, 'O Animal! I gave that dinner to show what a great  and rich  king I was, and not because I really wanted

to be kind  to the animals.  Now I am ashamed, and it serves me right.  SuleimanbinDaoud was a  really truly

wise man, Best Beloved.  After that he never forgot that  it was silly to show off; and  now the real story part of

my story  begins. 

He married ever so many wifes. He married nine hundred and  ninetynine wives, besides the Most Beautiful

Balkis; and they  all  lived in a great golden palace in the middle of a lovely  garden with  fountains. He didn't

really want ninehundred and  ninetynine wives,  but in those days everybody married ever so  many wives,

and of course  the King had to marry ever so many  more just to show that he was the  King. 

Some of the wives were nice, but some were simply horrid, and the  horrid ones quarrelled with the nice ones

and made them horrid  too,  and then they would all quarrel with SuleimanbinDaoud, and  that was  horrid

for him. But Balkis the Most Beautiful never  quarrelled with  SuleimanbinDaoud. She loved him too much.

She  sat in her rooms in  the Golden Palace, or walked in the Palace  garden, and was truly sorry  for him. 

Of course if he had chosen to turn his ring on his finger and  call  up the Djinns and the Afrits they would have

magicked all  those nine  hundred and ninetynine quarrelsome wives into white  mules of the  desert or

greyhounds or pomegranate seeds; but  SuleimanbinDaoud  thought that that would be showing off. So,

when they quarrelled too  much, he only walked by himself in one  part of the beautiful Palace  gardens and

wished he had never been  born. 

One day, when they had quarrelled for three weeksall nine  hundred and ninetynine wives

togetherSuleimanbinDaoud went  out  for peace and quiet as usual; and among the orange trees he  met

Balkis  the Most Beautiful, very sorrowful because Suleiman  binDaoud was so  worried. And she said to

him, 'O my Lord and  Light of my Eyes, turn  the ring upon your finger and show these  Queens of Egypt and

Mesopotamia and Persia and China that you are  the great and terrible  King.' But SuleimanbinDaoud shook

his  head and said, 'O my Lady and  Delight of my Life, remember the  Animal that came out of the sea and

made me ashamed before all  the animals in all the world because I  showed off. Now, if I  showed off before

these Queens of Persia and  Egypt and Abyssinia  and China, merely because they worry me, I might  be made

even  more ashamed than I have been.' 

And Balkis the Most Beautiful said, 'O my Lord and Treasure of my  Soul, what will you do?' 

And SuleimanbinDaoud said, 'O my Lady and Content of my Heart,  I  shall continue to endure my fate at

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So he went on between the lilies and the loquats and the roses  and  the cannas and the heavyscented

gingerplants that grew in  the  garden, till he came to the great camphortree that was  called the  Camphor

Tree of SuleimanbinDaoud. But Balkis hid  among the tall  irises and the spotted bamboos and the red lillies

behind the  camphortree, so as to be near her own true love,  SuleimanbinDaoud. 

Presently two Butterflies flew under the tree, quarrelling. 

SuleimanbinDaoud heard one say to the other, 'I wonder at your  presumption in talking like this to me.

Don't you know that if I  stamped with my foot all SuleimanbinDaoud's Palace and this  garden  here would

immediately vanish in a clap of thunder.' 

Then SuleimanbinDaoud forgot his nine hundred and ninetynine  bothersome wives, and laughed, till the

camphortree shook, at  the  Butterfly's boast. And he held out his finger and said,  'Little man,  come here.' 

The Butterfly was dreadfully frightened, but he managed to fly up  to the hand of SuleimanbinDaoud, and

clung there, fanning  himself.  SuleimanbinDaoud bent his head and whispered very  softly, 'Little  man, you

know that all your stamping wouldn't  bend one blade of grass.  What made you tell that awful fib to  your

wife?for doubtless she is  your wife.' 

The Butterfly looked at SuleimanbinDaoud and saw the most wise  King's eye twinkle like stars on a frosty

night, and he picked up  his  courage with both wings, and he put his head on one side and  said, 'O  King, live

for ever. She is my wife; and you know what  wives are like. 

SuleimanbinDaoud smiled in his beard and said, 'Yes, I know,  little brother. 

'One must keep them in order somehow, said the Butterfly, and she  has been quarrelling with me all the

morning. I said that to  quiet  her.' 

And SuleimanbinDaoud said, 'May it quiet her. Go back to your  wife, little brother, and let me hear what

you say.' 

Back flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was all of a twitter  behind a leaf, and she said, 'He heard you!

SuleimanbinDaoud  himself heard you!' 

'Heard me!' said the Butterfly. 'Of course he did. I meant him to  hear me.' 

'And what did he say? Oh, what did he say?' 

'Well,' said the Butterfly, fanning himself most importantly,  'between you and me, my dearof course I don't

blame him,  because  his Palace must have cost a great deal and the oranges  are just  ripening,he asked me

not to stamp, and I promised I  wouldn't.' 

'Gracious!' said his wife, and sat quite quiet; but  SuleimanbinDaoud laughed till the tears ran down his

face at  the  impudence of the bad little Butterfly. 

Balkis the Most Beautiful stood up behind the tree among the red  lilies and smiled to herself, for she had

heard all this talk.  She  thought, 'If I am wise I can yet save my Lord from the  persecutions of  these

quarrelsome Queens,' and she held out her  finger and whispered  softly to the Butterfly's Wife, 'Little  woman,

come here.' Up flew the  Butterfly's Wife, very frightened,  and clung to Balkis's white hand. 


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Balkis bent her beautiful head down and whispered, 'Little woman,  do you believe what your husband has

just said?' 

The Butterfly's Wife looked at Balkis, and saw the most beautiful  Queen's eyes shining like deep pools with

starlight on them, and  she  picked up her courage with both wings and said, 'O Queen, be  lovely  for ever. You

know what menfolk are like.' 

And the Queen Balkis, the Wise Balkis of Sheba, put her hand to  her lips to hide a smile and said, 'Little

sister, I know.' 

'They get angry,' said the Butterfly's Wife, fanning herself  quickly, 'over nothing at all, but we must humour

them, O Queen.  They  never mean half they say. If it pleases my husband to  believe that I  believe he can make

SuleimanbinDaoud's Palace  disappear by stamping  his foot, I'm sure I don't care. He'll  forget all about it

tomorrow.' 

'Little sister,' said Balkis, 'you are quite right; but next time  he begins to boast, take him at his word. Ask him

to stamp, and  see  what will happen. We know what menfolk are like, don't we?  He'll be  very much

ashamed.' 

Away flew the Butterfly's Wife to her husband, and in five  minutes  they were quarrelling worse than ever. 

'Remember!' said the Butterfly. 'Remember what I can do if I  stamp  my foot.' 

'I don't believe you one little bit,' said the Butterfly's Wife.  'I should very much like to see it done. Suppose

you stamp now.' 

'I promised SuleimanbinDaoud that I wouldn't,' said the  Butterfly, 'and I don't want to break my promise.' 

'It wouldn't matter if you did,' said his wife. 'You couldn't  bend  a blade of grass with your stamping. I dare

you to do it,'  she said.  Stamp! Stamp! Stamp!' 

SuleimanbinDaoud, sitting under the camphortree, heard every  word of this, and he laughed as he had

never laughed in his life  before. He forgot all about his Queens; he forgot all about the  Animal that came out

of the sea; he forgot about showing off. He  just  laughed with joy, and Balkis, on the other side of the tree,

smiled  because her own true love was so joyful. 

Presently the Butterfly, very hot and puffy, came whirling back  under the shadow of the camphortree and

said to Suleiman, 'She  wants  me to stamp! She wants to see what will happen,  O SuleimanbinDaoud!  You

know I can't do it, and now she'll  never believe a word I say.  She'll laugh at me to the end of  my days!' 

'No, little brother,' said SuleimanbinDaoud, 'she will never  laugh at you again,' and he turned the ring on

his fingerjust  for  the little Butterfly's sake, not for the sake of showing  off,and, lo  and behold, four huge

Djinns came out of the earth! 

'Slaves,' said SuleimanbinDaoud, 'when this gentleman on my  finger' (that was where the impudent

Butterfly was sitting)  'stamps  his left front forefoot you will make my Palace and these  gardens  disappear in a

clap of thunder. When he stamps again you  will bring  them back carefully.' 

'Now, little brother,' he said, 'go back to your wife and stamp  all you've a mind to.' 


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Away flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was crying, 'I dare you  to do it! I dare you to do it! Stamp! Stamp

now! Stamp!' Balkis  saw  the four vast Djinns stoop down to the four corners of the  gardens  with the Palace in

the middle, and she clapped her hands  softly and  said, 'At last SuleimanbinDaoud will do for the sake  of a

Butterfly  what he ought to have done long ago for his own  sake, and the  quarrelsome Queens will be

frightened!' 

The the butterfly stamped. The Djinns jerked the Palace and the  gardens a thousand miles into the air: there

was a most awful  thunderclap, and everything grew inkyblack. The Butterfly's  Wife  fluttered about in the

dark, crying, 'Oh, I'll be good! I'm  so sorry I  spoke. Only bring the gardens back, my dear darling  husband,

and I'll  never contradict again.' 

The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife, and  SuleimanbinDaoud laughed so much that it was

several minutes  before  he found breath enough to whisper to the Butterfly,  'Stamp again,  little brother. Give

me back my Palace, most  great magician.' 

'Yes, give him back his Palace,' said the Butterfly's Wife, still  flying about in the dark like a moth. 'Give him

back his Palace,  and  don't let's have any more horrid.magic.' 

'Well, my dear,' said the Butterfly as bravely as he could, 'you  see what your nagging has led to. Of course it

doesn't make any  difference to meI'm used to this kind of thingbut as a favour  to  you and to

SuleimanbinDaoud I don't mind putting things right.' 

So he stamped once more, and that instant the Djinns let down the  Palace and the gardens, without even a

bump. The sun shone on the  darkgreen orange leaves; the fountains played among the pink  Egyptian lilies;

the birds went on singing, and the Butterfly's  Wife  lay on her side under the camphortree waggling her

wings and  panting,  'Oh, I'll be good! I'll be good!' 

SuleimanbinDaolld could hardly speak for laughing. He leaned  back all weak and hiccoughy, and shook

his finger at the  Butterfly  and said, 'O great wizard, what is the sense of  returning to me my  Palace if at the

same time you slay me with  mirth!' 

Then came a terrible noise, for all the nine hundred and  ninetynine Queens ran out of the Palace shrieking

and shouting  and  calling for their babies. They hurried down the great marble  steps  below the fountain, one

hundred abreast, and the Most Wise  Balkis went  statelily forward to meet them and said, 'What is  your

trouble, O  Queens?' 

They stood on the marble steps one hundred abreast and shouted,  'What is our trouble? We were living

peacefully in our golden  palace,  as is our custom, when upon a sudden the Palace  disappeared, and we  were

left sitting in a thick and noisome  darkness; and it thundered,  and Djinns and Afrits moved about in  the

darkness! That is our  trouble, O Head Queen, and we are most  extremely troubled on account  of that trouble,

for it was a  troublesome trouble, unlike any trouble  we have known.' 

Then Balkis the Most Beautiful QueenSuleimanbinDaoud's Very  Best BelovedQueen that was of

Sheba and Sable and the Rivers of  the  Gold of the Southfrom the Desert of Zinn to the Towers of

ZimbabweBalkis, almost as wise as the Most Wise SuleimanbinDaoud  himself, said, 'It is nothing, O

Queens! A Butterfly has made  complaint against his wife because she quarrelled with him, and it  has pleased

our Lord SuleimanbinDaoud to teach her a lesson in  lowspeaking and humbleness, for that is counted a

virtue among  the  wives of the butterflies.' 

Then up and spoke an Egyptian Queenthe daughter of a Pharoahand  she said, 'Our Palace cannot be

plucked up by the roots like a  leek  for the sake of a little insect. No! SuleimanbinDaoud  must be dead,  and


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what we heard and saw was the earth thundering  and darkening at  the news.' 

Then Balkis beckoned that bold Queen without looking at her, and  said to her and to the others, 'Come and

see.' 

They came down the marble steps, one hundred abreast, and beneath  his camphortree, still weak with

laughing, they saw the Most  Wise  King SuleimanbinDaoud rocking back and forth with a  Butterfly on

either hand, and they heard him say, 'O wife of my  brother in the air,  remember after this, to please your

husband  in all things, lest he be  provoked to stamp his foot yet again;  for he has said that he is used  to this

magic, and he is most  eminently a great magicianone who  steals away the very Palace  of

SuleirnanbinDaoud himself. Go in  peace, little folk!' And he  kissed them on the wings, and they flew

away. 

Then all the Queens except Balkisthe Most Beautiful and  Splendid  Balkis, who stood apart smilingfell

flat on their  faces, for they  said, 'If these things are done when a Butterfly  is displeased with  his wife, what

shall be done to us who have  vexed our King with our  loudspeaking and open quarrelling  through many

days?' 

Then they put their veils over their heads, and they put their  hands over their mouths, and they tiptoed back to

the Palace most  mousyquiet. 

Then BalkisThe Most Beautiful and Excellent Balkiswent  forward  through the red lilies into the shade

of the camphortree  and laid her  hand upon SuleimanbinDaoud's shoulder and said, 'O  my Lord and

Treasure of my Soul, rejoice, for we have taught the  Queens of Egypt  and Ethiopia and Abyssinia and Persia

and India  and China with a great  and a memorable teaching.' 

And SuleimanbinDaoud, still looking after the Butterflies where  they played in the sunlight, said, 'O my

Lady and Jewel of my  Felicity, when did this happen? For I have been jesting with a  Butterfly ever since I

came into the garden.' And he told Balkis  what  he had done. 

BalkisThe tender and Most Lovely Balkissaid, 'O my Lord and  Regent of my Existence, I hid behind

the camphortree and saw it  all.  It was I who told the Butterfly's Wife to ask the Butterfly  to stamp,  because I

hoped that for the sake of the jest my Lord  would make some  great magic and that the Queens would see it

and  be frightened.' And  she told him what the Queens had said and  seen and thought. 

Then SuleimanbinDaoud rose up from his seat under the  camphortree, and stretched his arms and

rejoiced and said,  'O my  Lady and Sweetener of my Days, know that if I had made  a magic against  my

Queens for the sake of pride or anger, as I  made that feast for all  the animals, I should certainly have  been put

to shame. But by means  of your wisdom I made the magic  for the sake of a jest and for the  sake of a little

Butterfly,  andbeholdit has also delivered me from  the vexations of my  vexatious wives! Tell me,

therefore, O my Lady and  Heart of my  Heart, how did you come to be so wise?' And Balkis the  Queen,

beautiful and tall, looked up into SuleimanbinDaoud's eyes  and  put her head a little on one side, just like

the Butterfly, and  said, 'First, O my Lord, because I loved you; and secondly, O my  Lord, because I know

what womenfolk are.' 

Then they went up to the Palace and lived happily ever  afterwards. 

But wasn't it clever of Balkis? 

THERE was never a Queen like Balkis,

  From here to the wide world's end;


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But Balkis tailed to a butterfly

  As you would talk to a friend.

There was never a King like Solomon,

  Not since the world began;

But Solomon talked to a butterfly

  As a man would talk to a man.

She was Queen of Sabaea

  And he was Asia's Lord

But they both of 'em talked to butterflies

  When they took their walks abroad!


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1. Table of Contents, page = 3

2. Just So Stories, page = 4

   3. Rudyard Kipling, page = 4

   4. HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT, page = 4

   5. HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP, page = 6

   6. HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN, page = 8

   7. HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS, page = 9

   8. THE ELEPHANT'S CHILD, page = 13

   9. THE SING-SONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO, page = 18

   10. THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS, page = 21

   11. HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN, page = 25

   12. HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE, page = 31

   13. THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA, page = 37

   14. THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF, page = 43

   15. THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED, page = 49