""If I were sure of _that_," hesitated the donkey.
""Oh, you may be quite sure," laughed the hare. "I have a large acquaintance among lions. But let us be quick," and rather unwillingly the donkey set out.
"The lion saw them coming and hid himself behind a large tree. As the donkey went past, followed by the hare, he sprang out, and with one blow of his paw stretched the poor foolish creature dead before him.
""Take this meat and skin it and roast it," he said to the hare; "but my appet.i.te is not so good as it was, and the only part I want for myself is the heart. The rest you can either eat for yourself or give away to your friends."
""Thank you," replied the hare, balancing the donkey on her back as well as she was able, and though the legs trailed along the ground she managed to drag it to an open s.p.a.ce some distance off, where she made a fire and roasted it. As soon as it was cooked the hare took out the heart and had just finished eating it when the lion, who was tired of waiting, came up.
""I am hungry," said he. "Bring me the creature"s heart; it is just what I want for supper."
""But there is no heart," answered the hare, looking up at the lion with a puzzled face.
""What nonsense!" said the lion. "As if every beast had not got a heart.
What do you mean?"
""This is a washerman"s donkey," replied the hare gravely.
""Well, and suppose it is?"
""Oh, fie!" exclaimed the hare. "You a lion and a grown-up person, and ask questions like that. If the donkey had had a heart would she be here now? The first time she came she knew you were trying to kill her, and ran away. Yet she came back a second time. Well, if she had had a heart would she have come back a second time? Now _would_ she?"
"And the lion answered slowly, "No, she would not."
"So you think I am a washerman"s donkey?" said the monkey to the shark, when the story was ended. "You are wrong; I am not. And as the sun is getting low in the sky, it is time for you to begin your homeward journey. You will have a nice cool voyage, and I hope you will find the sultan better. Farewell!" And the monkey disappeared among the green branches, and was gone.
From "Swahili Tales," by Edward Steere, LL.D.
_THE FAIRY NURSE_
THERE was once a little farmer and his wife living near Coolgarrow. They had three children, and my story happened while the youngest was a baby.
The wife was a good wife enough, but her mind was all on her family and her farm, and she hardly ever went to her knees without falling asleep, and she thought the time spent in the chapel was twice as long as it need be. So, friends, she let her man and her two children go before her one day to Ma.s.s, while she called to consult a fairy man about a disorder one of her cows had. She was late at the chapel, and was sorry all the day after, for her husband was in grief about it, and she was very fond of him.
Late that night he was wakened up by the cries of his children calling out, "Mother! mother!" When he sat up and rubbed his eyes, there was no wife by his side, and when he asked the little ones what was become of their mother, they said they saw the room full of nice little men and women, dressed in white and red and green, and their mother in the middle of them, going out by the door as if she was walking in her sleep. Out he ran, and searched everywhere round the house, but neither tale nor tidings did he get of her for many a day.
Well, the poor man was miserable enough, for he was as fond of his woman as she was of him. It used to bring the salt tears down his cheeks to see his poor children neglected and dirty, as they often were, and they"d be bad enough only for a kind neighbour that used to look in whenever she could spare time. The infant was away with a nurse.
[Ill.u.s.tration: The Fairies go off with the Farmer"s Wife]
About six weeks after--just as he was going out to his work one morning--a neighbour, that used to mind women when they were ill, came up to him, and kept step by step with him to the field, and this is what she told him.
"Just as I was falling asleep last night, I heard a horse"s tramp on the gra.s.s and a knock at the door, and there, when I came out, was a fine-looking dark man, mounted on a black horse, and he told me to get ready in all haste, for a lady was in great want of me. As soon as I put on my cloak and things, he took me by the hand, and I was sitting behind him before I felt myself stirring. "Where are we going, sir?" says I.
"You"ll soon know," says he; and he drew his fingers across my eyes, and not a ray could I see. I kept a tight grip of him, and I little knew whether he was going backwards or forwards, or how long we were about it, till my hand was taken again, and I felt the ground under me. The fingers went the other way across my eyes, and there we were before a castle door, and in we went through a big hall and great rooms all painted in fine green colours, with red and gold bands and ornaments, and the finest carpets and chairs and tables and window curtains, and grand ladies and gentlemen walking about. At last we came to a bedroom, with a beautiful lady in bed, with a fine bouncing boy beside her. The lady clapped her hands, and in came the Dark Man and kissed her and the baby, and praised me, and gave me a bottle of green ointment to rub the child all over.
"Well, the child I rubbed, sure enough; but my right eye began to smart, and I put up my finger and gave it a rub, and then stared, for never in all my life was I so frightened. The beautiful room was a big, rough cave, with water oozing over the edges of the stones and through the clay; and the lady, and the lord, and the child weazened, poverty-bitten creatures--nothing but skin and bone--and the rich dresses were old rags. I didn"t let on that I found any difference, and after a bit says the Dark Man, "Go before me, to the hall door, and I will be with you in a few moments, and see you safe home." Well, just as I turned into the outside cave, who should I see watching near the door but poor Molly.
She looked round all terrified, and says she to me in a whisper, "I"m brought here to nurse the child of the king and queen of the fairies; but there is one chance of saving me. All the court will pa.s.s the cross near Templeshambo next Friday night, on a visit to the fairies of Old Ross. If John can catch me by the hand or cloak when I ride by, and has courage not to let go his grip, I"ll be safe. Here"s the king. Don"t open your mouth to answer. I saw what happened with the ointment."
"The Dark Man didn"t once cast his eye towards Molly, and he seemed to have no suspicion of me. When we came out I looked about me, and where do you think we were but in the d.y.k.e of the Rath of Cromogue. I was on the horse again, which was nothing but a big rag-weed, and I was in dread every minute I"d fall off; but nothing happened till I found myself in my own cabin. The king slipped five guineas into my hand as soon as I was on the ground, and thanked me, and bade me good-night. I hope I"ll never see his face again. I got into bed, and couldn"t sleep for a long time; and when I examined my five guineas this morning, that I left in the table drawer the last thing, I found five withered leaves of oak--bad luck to the giver!"
Well, you may all think the fright, and the joy, and the grief the poor man was in when the woman finished her story. They talked and they talked, but we needn"t mind what they said till Friday night came, when both were standing where the mountain road crosses the one going to Ross.
There they stood, looking towards the bridge of Thuar, in the dead of the night, with a little moonlight shining from over Kilachdiarmid. At last she gave a start, and "By this and by that," says she, "here they come, bridles jingling and feathers tossing!" He looked, but could see nothing; and she stood trembling and her eyes wide open, looking down the way to the ford of Ballinacoola. "I see your wife," says she, "riding on the outside just so as to rub against us. We"ll walk on quietly, as if we suspected nothing, and when we are pa.s.sing I"ll give you a shove. If you don"t do _your_ duty then, woe be with you!"
Well, they walked on easy, and the poor hearts beating in both their b.r.e.a.s.t.s; and though he could see nothing, he heard a faint jingle and trampling and rustling, and at last he got the push that she promised.
He spread out his arms, and there was his wife"s waist within them, and he could see her plain; but such a hullabulloo rose as if there was an earthquake, and he found himself surrounded by horrible-looking things, roaring at him and striving to pull his wife away. But he made the sign of the cross and bid them begone in G.o.d"s name, and held his wife as if it was iron his arms were made of. Bedad, in one moment everything was as silent as the grave, and the poor woman lying in a faint in the arms of her husband and her good neighbour. Well, all in good time she was minding her family and her business again; and I"ll go bail, after the fright she got, she spent more time on her knees, and avoided fairy men all the days of the week, and particularly on Sunday.
[Ill.u.s.tration: HOW JOHN GOT HIS WIFE BACK FROM THE FAIRIES]
It is hard to have anything to do with the good people without getting a mark from them. My brave nurse didn"t escape no more than another. She was one Thursday at the market of Enniscorthy, when what did she see walking among the tubs of b.u.t.ter but the Dark Man, very hungry-looking, and taking a scoop out of one tub and out of another. "Oh, sir," says she, very foolish, "I hope your lady is well, and the baby." "Pretty well, thank you," says he, rather frightened like. "How do I look in this new suit?" says he, getting to one side of her. "I can"t see you plain at all, sir," says she. "Well, now?" says he, getting round her back to the other side. "Musha, indeed, sir, your coat looks no better than a withered dock-leaf." "Maybe, then," says he, "it will be different now," and he struck the eye next him with a switch.
Friends, she never saw a glimmer after with that one till the day of her death.
"Legendary Fictions of the Irish Celts," by Patrick Kennedy.
_A LOST PARADISE_
IN the middle of a great forest there lived a long time ago a charcoal-burner and his wife. They were both young and handsome and strong, and when they got married, they thought work would never fail them. But bad times came, and they grew poorer and poorer, and the nights in which they went hungry to bed became more and more frequent.
Now one evening the king of that country was hunting near the charcoal-burner"s hut. As he pa.s.sed the door, he heard a sound of sobbing, and being a good-natured man he stopped to listen, thinking that perhaps he might be able to give some help.
"Were there ever two people so unhappy!" said a woman"s voice. "Here we are, ready to work like slaves the whole day long, and no work can we get. And it is all because of the curiosity of old mother Eve! If she had only been like _me_, who never want to know anything, we should all have been as happy as kings to-day, with plenty to eat, and warm clothes to wear. Why----" but at this point a loud knock interrupted her lamentations.
"Who is there?" asked she.
"I!" replied somebody.
"And who is "I"?"
"The king. Let me in."
Full of surprise the woman jumped up and pulled the bar away from the door. As the king entered, he noticed that there was no furniture in the room at all, not even a chair, so he pretended to be in too great a hurry to see anything around him, and only said, "You must not let me disturb you, I have no time to stay, but you seemed to be in trouble.
Tell me; are you very unhappy?"
"Oh, my lord, we can find no work and have eaten nothing for two days!"
answered she. "Nothing remains for us but to die of hunger."
"No, no, you shan"t do that," cried the king, "or if you do, it will be your own fault. You shall come with me into my palace, and you will feel as if you were in Paradise, I promise you. In return, I only ask one thing of you, that you shall obey my orders exactly."