Many years ago, in the kingdom of Nepal, there was a little Mouse, who
lived with her husband in a snug nest not far from the King’s palace.
Finding that she was about to be delivered of a child, the Mouse prayed
to the gods that her offspring might be very strong; and when the child
was born it appeared in the form of a young Tiger. The Tiger soon grew
up, and one day he said to the Mouse:
“Mother, I must now go off into the jungle and live there with my
brother Tigers. But if at any time you want my help, all you need do is
to go into yonder thicket, and throw a handful of my hair into the air,
and call my name three times.”
So saying, he gave the Mouse a handful of his hair, and went off into
the forest.
Shortly afterwards the Mouse was again with child, and this time she
prayed that her offspring might be very beautiful. When the child was
born, instead of a young Mouse, she found that she had given birth to a
Peacock. The Peacock soon grew into a large and beautiful bird, and
when he had reached his full growth he one day said to his mother:
“Mother, it is now time for me to go and seek my own livelihood with my
brothers in the forest. But if at any time you should require my
assistance, all you have to do is to go to the top of that hill over
there, and to throw a handful of my feathers into the air, and call my
name three times.”
So saying, he gave the little Mouse a handful of his feathers, and flew
away into the jungle.
Presently the Mouse found herself a third time with child, and this
time she prayed to the gods that her child might become wise, wealthy
and powerful; and when the child appeared she saw that it was a young
man child. As the Boy grew up the mother was afraid that he, too, like
his brothers, would want to leave his nest and go out into the world to
live with his fellow-men. So she told him the story of his two elder
brothers, and explained to him that he was a man child, and could not
wander away into the jungle like they did, but must stay in the nest.
The Boy promised to do so, and every day he used to sit and play about
at the mouth of the nest.
Now it happened that in that country there lived a Mussulman, who made
his living as a barber and by paring people’s nails. This man, who was
very clever at his work, was often employed in the King’s palace, and
one day, as he was going to his work in the palace, he passed near to
the Mouse’s nest. There he saw the Boy seated on the ground, and, going
up to him, he asked him whether he would like his hair cut and his
nails pared.
The Boy said, “Yes,” and the Barber proceeded to cut his hair. To the
Barber’s astonishment, each hair, as it fell to the ground, immediately
turned into diamonds, pearls, and other jewels; and when he proceeded
to pare the Boy’s nails, each paring, as it touched the ground, became
a beautiful turquoise.
The Barber then went on to the palace, and as he was cutting the King’s
hair, he told him about the miraculous child, whose hair and nails
turned into jewels. The King, who was a greedy and unscrupulous man,
determined to gain possession of so valuable a Boy, so he sent out some
of his servants to bring the Boy up to the palace. When the Boy
arrived, he was brought before the King, and the King told him that as
he had been found trespassing in the royal forests, he intended to kill
the mother, and to keep the Boy as a slave, unless the Boy could
furnish him at once with four full-grown Tigers to guard the four gates
of the palace, in which case he would marry the Boy to his daughter and
would give him half his kingdom.
The poor Boy went in great grief to Mother Mouse, and related to her
the whole of his interview with the King. The Mouse told him not to vex
himself, and she gave him a handful of Tiger’s hair and sent him out
into the jungle with full directions as to what he should do.
The Boy went off into the heart of a dense thicket in the jungle, and
throwing the Tiger’s hair into the air, he called out at the same time:
“Brother Tiger! Brother Tiger! Brother Tiger!”
Scarcely had the words left his lips when he heard a low, deep growl
just beside him, and a great Tiger stalked out of the thicket, licking
his chops.
“Here I am, Brother,” said the Tiger. “What do you want?”
“Oh! Brother Tiger,” said the Boy, “the King has said that if I do not
immediately provide him with four full-grown Tigers to guard the four
gates of his palace he will kill our mother and make me a slave.”
On hearing this the Tiger laughed aloud.
“Is that all?” said he. “That is easily arranged. I can get you a
hundred Tigers.”
So saying, he opened his mouth, and gave forth a series of fearful
roars; and in a few minutes the whole jungle seemed to be full of
Tigers, hastening up from all directions. When they were all ready, the
first Tiger told his brother to mount upon his back, and so, with the
Boy leading the way, and the other Tigers following in procession, they
all went off in a body to the King’s palace.
As they approached the palace great consternation arose; servants ran
hither and thither, and the guards were called to arms. And when the
King was told what was happening he was greatly alarmed himself, but he
seated himself on his throne, and gave orders for the Boy and the
Tigers to be admitted.
The Boy rode in on the Tiger’s back to the royal presence, followed by
all the other Tigers; and halting a few steps from the throne he said:
“Here, oh King! are a number of the best Tigers I could find in the
forest. You can take your pick of any four you like.”
The King was very much astonished at this, and having selected four of
the finest Tigers, he allowed the others to go away. But he still
hankered after the jewels, and in a few days’ time he again summoned
the Boy before him, and told him that unless he at once furnished four
Peacocks to sit one on each of the four golden pinnacles of his palace
roof, he should kill his mother and keep the Boy as a slave.
The poor Boy was very down-hearted on hearing this, and went sadly back
to his mother with the news; but the little Mouse told him that it was
all right, and giving him a handful of Peacock’s feathers, she
instructed him how to proceed. So the Boy went off to the top of a high
hill, and, throwing the feathers into the air, he called aloud:
“Brother Peacock! Brother Peacock! Brother Peacock!”
Immediately a fluttering sound was heard, and a magnificent Peacock
dropped to the ground in front of him from the branch of a neighbouring
tree.
“Here I am, Brother,” said the Peacock. “What do you want with me?”
“Oh! Brother Peacock,” said the Boy, “the King says that if I cannot at
once provide him with four Peacocks to sit on the four golden pinnacles
of his palace, he will kill our mother and make me a slave.”
“Never mind,” said the Peacock, “we can easily arrange that.”
So he fluttered back to the top of a high tree, and called the loud,
shrill call of the Peacocks.
In a few moments the air was bright with numbers of fine Peacocks
flying in from all directions.
“Now,” said the first Peacock, “come along to the palace.”
So saying, four of the strongest Peacocks seized the Boy in their
claws, and they all flew together over the tops of the trees to the
King’s palace.
When the courtiers saw the Peacocks coming, they ran to tell the King,
and the King seated himself upon his throne in the courtyard all ready
to receive them.
The Peacocks placed the Boy upon the ground in front of the King’s
throne, and arranged themselves in rows behind him, with their tails
spread.
“Here, oh King!” said the Boy, “are all the finest Peacocks I could
find in the forest. You can have your pick of any four of them.”
The King was greatly astonished at what had happened, but he selected
the four best Peacocks, and sent away the rest.
But the King still hankered in his heart after the jewels. So, a few
days later, he sent for the Boy again, and he told him that unless his
Mother Mouse could fight single-handed with the King’s state Elephant
and destroy it, he would kill the mother and make the Boy a slave.
The Boy was greatly distressed on hearing this, for he did not think it
possible that the little Mouse could compete successfully with the
King’s great Elephant; so he went home very sadly and told his mother
the whole story. But the Mouse told him he was not to be alarmed, and
she directed him to smear her body all over with poison, and to tie a
long string to her tail. As soon as she was ready the Boy placed her in
the sleeve of his coat, and carried her along to the palace.
In the courtyard of the palace everything had been made ready for the
fight. Seats had been prepared behind a barrier for the King and his
nobles, whilst the roofs and the windows were crowded with hundreds of
people who had come to see the show. At one end of the enclosure the
King’s great tusker stood ready, still chained by the leg; and the Boy,
with the Mouse in his sleeve, took up his stand at the other end of the
arena, face to face with the angry Elephant.
At a given signal the Elephant’s chain was loosed, and with a bellow of
rage he rushed towards where the Boy was standing. As he came on,
holding his trunk high in the air, the little Mouse jumped to the
ground and ran to meet him. The Elephant caught sight of this small
object, and stopped for a moment to see what it was, and the Mouse
hopped on to his foot. The Elephant at once put down his trunk to feel
what was there, and in a twinkling the Mouse jumped into the open end
of the trunk, and scuttled up it as fast as she could till she reached
the head. She soon found herself inside the Elephant’s brain, and there
she ran round and round, smearing poison all over the brain of the
great beast.
The Elephant, not knowing what had happened, rushed round the arena,
bellowing with rage and pain, and smashing everything within reach of
his trunk. But presently, the poison taking effect, he fell to the
ground stone dead, and the Boy, pulling the string which was attached
to the Mouse’s tail, guided her out of the Elephant’s trunk till she
reached the open air.
The King could no longer hesitate to fulfil his promise to the Boy, so
he gave him his daughter in marriage, and presented him with half his
kingdom. And on the King’s death the Boy succeeded to the kingdom, and
he and his mother lived happily ever afterwards.
STORY No. XIII.