Once upon a time a tiger was caught in a trap. He tried in vain to get
out through the bars, and rolled and bit with rage and grief when he
failed.
By chance a poor Brahman came by. “Let me out of this cage, O pious
one!” cried the tiger.
“Nay, nay, my friend,” replied the Brahman, mildly. “You would probably
eat me up if I did.”
“Not at all!” declared the tiger, with many vows; “on the contrary, I
should be forever grateful, and would serve you as a slave!”
Now, when the tiger sobbed and sighed and wept, the pious Brahman’s
heart softened, and at last he consented to open the door of the cage.
At once, out sprang the tiger, and seizing the poor man, cried:--
“What a fool you are! What is to prevent my eating you now? After being
cooped up so long I am terribly hungry.”
In vain the Brahman pleaded for his life. All that he could gain was a
promise from the tiger to abide by the decision of the first three
things that he chose to question concerning the tiger’s action.
So the Brahman first asked a tree what it thought of the matter, but the
tree replied coldly:--
“What have you to complain about? Don’t I give shade and shelter to all
who pass by, and don’t they in return tear down my branches and pull off
my leaves to feed their cattle? Don’t complain, but be a man!”
Then the Brahman, sad at heart, went further afield till he saw a
buffalo turning a water-wheel. He laid his case before it, but he got no
comfort, for the buffalo answered:--
“You are a fool to expect gratitude! Look at me! Do you not see how hard
I work? While I was young and strong they fed me on the best of food,
but now when I am old and feeble they yoke me here, and give me only the
coarsest fodder to eat!”
The Brahman, still more sad, asked the road to give him its opinion of
the tiger’s conduct.
“My dear sir,” said the road, “how foolish you are to expect anything
else! Here am I, useful to everybody, yet all, rich and poor, great and
small, trample on me as they go past, giving me nothing but the ashes of
their pipes and the husks of their grain!”
On hearing this the Brahman turned back sorrowfully. On his way he met a
jackal, who called out:--
“Why, what’s the matter, Mr. Brahman? You look as miserable as a fish
out of water!”
Then the Brahman told him all that had occurred.
“How very confusing!” said the jackal, when the recital was ended; “will
you tell it over again, for everything has got mixed up in my mind?”
The Brahman told his story all over again, but the jackal shook his head
in a distracted sort of way, and still could not understand.
“It’s very odd,” said he, sadly, “but it all seems to go in at one ear
and out the other! Take me to the place where it all happened, and then,
perhaps, I shall be able to understand it.”
So the cunning jackal and the poor Brahman returned to the cage, and
there was the tiger waiting for his victim, and sharpening his teeth and
claws.
“You’ve been away a long time!” growled the savage beast, “but now let
us begin our dinner.”
“_Our_ dinner!” thought the wretched Brahman, as his knees knocked
together with fright; “what a delicate way he has of putting it!”
“Give me five minutes, my lord!” he pleaded, “in order that I may
explain matters to the jackal here, who is somewhat slow in his wits.”
The tiger consented, and the Brahman began the whole story over again,
not missing a single detail, and spinning as long a yarn as possible.
“Oh, my poor brain! Oh, my poor brain!” cried the jackal, wringing its
paws and scratching its head. “Let me see, how did it all begin? You
were in the cage, and the tiger came walking by--”?
“Pooh! Not at all!” interrupted the tiger. “What a fool you are! _I_ was
in the cage.”
“Yes, of course!” cried the jackal, pretending to tremble with fright.
“Yes! I was in the cage--no, I wasn’t--dear! dear! where are my wits?
Let me see--the tiger was in the Brahman, and the cage came walking by.
No, no, that’s not it, either! Well, don’t mind me, but begin your
dinner, my lord, for I shall never understand it!”
“Yes, you _shall_!” returned the tiger, in a rage at the jackal’s
stupidity; “I’ll _make_ you understand! Look here. I am the tiger--”
“Yes, my lord!”
“And that is the Brahman--”
“Yes, my lord!”
“And that is the cage--”
“Yes, my lord!”
“And I was in the cage--do you understand?”
“Yes, but please, my lord, how did you get in?”
“How did I get in! Why, in the usual way, of course!” cried the tiger,
impatiently.
“O dear me! my head is beginning to whirl again! Please don’t be angry,
my lord, but what is the usual way?”
[Illustration]
At this the tiger lost all patience, and, jumping into the cage, cried,
“This way! Now do you understand how it was?”
“Perfectly!” grinned the jackal, as he instantly shut the door; “and if
you will permit me to say so, I think matters will remain as they
were!”--JOSEPH JACOBS.
_From “Indian Fairy Tales,” by permission of the author._