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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.
WHEN the cabin portholes are dark and green
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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
a long neck and long legs, and he hasn't done a stroke of work since Monday morning. He won't trot.'
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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
Koodoo or the BushBuck or the BonteBuck came by he would surprise them out of their jumpsome lives.
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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
smell Zebra, and I can hear Zebra, but I can't see Zebra.'
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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
breakfast?'
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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
stopping, for a long time.
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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
promiscuous parts?'
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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.'
Down sat DingoPoor Dog Dingoalways hungry, dusky in the sunshine; hung out his tongue and howled.
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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
you were?'
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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
actually managed to curl up a tiddy wee bit.
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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
shell with your paw.'
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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.
'Don't bother grownups,' said Tegumai, so busy with his spearmending that he did not turn round.
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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
swamp. Mind you don't fall in! Then our Cave is just beyond the beaverswamp. It isn't as high as the hills
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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
hidden poor Taffy.
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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
Taffy.
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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,
26, 27, 28); and because it was a nasty, nosy noise, they just drew noses for the Nsound, till they were tired
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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.'
Now, while the two were talking together, Pau Amma the Crab, who was next in the game, scuttled off
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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.
'Is all the Sea obedient to you?'
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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
to the heart of the world, and in that hollow grows the Wonderful Tree, Pauh Janggi, that bears the magic
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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
more.
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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?'
'No,' said the Woman, braiding up her hair, 'eat it quickly and I will ever be grateful to you.'
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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
Dogs do after me.'
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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
the hands of these nine hundred and ninetynine Queens who vex me with their continual quarrelling.'
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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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