Who knows not this story? Nevertheless we publish it; for even as the
hare conquered the lion, so does the Bengalee overcome the
Englishman:--A hare sat in the jungle with his wife, and he said:
'There is our king, the lion, come into the wood, and he will devour
our children.' 'No,' said the little hare, 'for I will go to confront
him, and conquer the great lion, the king of the beasts.' Then her
husband laughed, and said: 'Intellect is power; we can die but once;
let us see what you can do.' Then the little hare, taking her little
son in her paws, jumped and jumped till she came to the lion. Then she
put down her son before his face, and put her two paws together in all
humility, and said: 'Lo! king of kings, I have brought you a
nuzzurana; oblige me by eating it. Also, I have some news to give
you.' Then the lion looked at the hare's baba, and saw it was soft and
juicy, and was pleased in his soul, and laughed, and his laugh was as
the roar of the thunder of Indro. Then he asked her news, and the
little hare replied: 'You are the sovereign of the forest, but another
has come who calls himself king of the beasts, and demands tribute.'
Then the roar of the lion shook the forest, and the little hare nearly
died with fear as he asked: 'Where is the scoundrel? Can you shew him
to me?' Then the little hare leaped along with the lion till she came
to an old well. The well was nearly full, but had no wall. And she
said: 'Look, he is hiding there in fear.' Then the lion, craning his
neck, looked and saw his own shadow, and with a fearful roar, leaped
into the well. So the little hare, with a glad heart, took up her son,
and went to her husband, and said: 'Lo! intellect is power: I have
killed the lion, the king of the beasts.'--_From the Sumochar Durpun,
a Bengalee newspaper, of the 2d August 1851._
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