HOW THE HARE GOT HIS SPLIT LIP.

A hare was going along a road one day, when suddenly, on turning a

corner, he came upon a large Tiger. The Tiger at once seized the Hare,

and said that he was going to eat him.

“Please, please, Uncle Tiger,” said the Hare, holding up his thumbs in

supplication, “please don’t eat me, I am only a very small beast, and

will make a very insufficient meal for a great big animal like you. And

if you will spare my life I will take you to where you can find a much

bigger, fatter creature than me for your supper.”

“Very well,” said the Tiger, “I agree to that. But if you don’t show me

a much bigger animal than you are, I shall certainly be obliged to eat

you.”

So he released the Hare, and the two walked off along the road

together.

As they went along night began to fall, and when it was quite dark the

Hare began smacking his chops and making sounds as if he was eating

something very nice.

“What are you eating, Brother Hare?” asked the Tiger.

“I am eating my eye, Uncle Tiger,” replied the Hare. “I have taken it

out and eaten it; it is very nice, and it soon grows again.”

The Tiger was rather surprised at hearing this, but being very hungry

he proceeded to scrape out his own eye and eat it up. After going a

little further the Hare again began smacking his lips, as if he was

eating something.

“What are you eating now, Brother Hare?” asked the Tiger.

“I am eating my other eye, Uncle Tiger,” replied the Hare; “it is even

better than the first.”

The foolish Tiger on hearing this proceeded to scrape out his other eye

and eat that.

The Tiger was now quite blind, and the Hare led him along to the brink

of a deep gulf, where he advised the Tiger to sit down and rest for a

while. And after the Tiger was seated, the Hare said:

“Don’t you find it cold, Uncle Tiger? shall I light you a fire?”

“Yes, please, Brother Hare,” said the Tiger, “I think a fire would be

very pleasant.”

So the Hare lighted a fire just in front of the Tiger, and when it was

blazing up he kept putting the sticks nearer and nearer the Tiger, so

that the Tiger was obliged to keep edging further and further away,

when all of a sudden he toppled over backwards into the gulf behind.

Now it happened that half-way down the gulf a tree was growing from a

cleft in the precipice, and as he passed this the Tiger seized one of

the boughs with his teeth, and so arrested his fall. The Hare, peeping

over the edge, saw what had happened, and he called out:

“Oh, Uncle Tiger, Uncle Tiger, are you safe?”

The Tiger was afraid to open his mouth to reply, and all he could do

was to growl, “M—m—m——”

“Oh, Uncle Tiger,” said the Hare, “is that all you can say? I am afraid

you must be very badly hurt. Do just say ‘Ah!’ and I shall know that

you are all right.”

The Tiger, anxious to please the Hare, opened his mouth to say “Ah!”

and was instantly precipitated to the bottom of the gulf, where he fell

upon some rocks and was killed.

Next morning the Hare went hopping down the road when he met a Man

driving along a lot of Horses.

“Good morning, Father Man,” said he to the driver. “Would you like to

know where you can find a good Tiger’s skin?”

“Yes, please, Brother Hare,” said the Man, thinking he would sell the

skin and make a lot of money.

So the Hare pointed out to him where the dead Tiger lay in the ravine,

and the Man hastened off to skin it, after first asking the Hare to

take care of his Horses while he was away.

As soon as he was out of sight the Hare saw two Ravens sitting in a

tree overhead. He called out to them:

“Brothers Raven, look here! Here are a lot of Horses with no one in

charge. Why don’t you come down and feed on the sores on their backs?”

The Ravens thought this was a good idea, and flying down, they perched

on the Horses’ backs, and began to dig their beaks into the sore

places. The poor Horses, in fear and pain, soon stampeded, and galloped

about all over the country.

The Hare then hopped on a little further down the road and came upon a

Boy tending Sheep.

“Good-morning, Brother Boy,” said the Hare, “would you like to know

where there is a fine Raven’s nest, full of eggs?”

“Yes, please, Brother Hare,” said the Boy, thinking he would climb the

tree and take the Raven’s eggs. So the Hare pointed out to him the tree

where the Raven’s nest was, and the Boy ran off to get the eggs, after

first asking the Hare to take charge of the Sheep for him while he was

away.

The Hare soon espied a Wolf on the hill-side not far off, so he went up

to him and said:

“Good-morning, Brother Wolf, do you know that there is a fine flock of

Sheep quite unguarded down there, and I should advise you to take

advantage of this opportunity of killing some of them.”

The Wolf at once rushed down the hill into the middle of the flock of

Sheep, scattering them all in every direction, and killing as many as

he thought he required for his own use.

Meanwhile the Hare proceeded to the top of a high hill whence he could

survey the whole country. From there he was able to discern the dead

Tiger lying in the ravine, with the Man stripping off its skin; the

Horses careering all over the country, with the Ravens pecking at the

sores on their backs; the Boy robbing the Raven’s nest; and the Sheep,

pursued by the Wolf, scattered to the four quarters of the compass.

The sight so amused the Hare that he leaned back on a handy stone, and

laughed to such an extent that he actually split his upper lip. And it

has remained split to this very day.

STORY No. II.

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