There was once upon a time a poor man living with his wife in a certain
village. They had three children, two boys and a girl. They used to get
milk from a tree. That milk of the tree was got by squeezing. It was
not nice as that of a cow, and the people that drank it were always
thin. For this reason, those people were never glossy like those who
are fat.
One day the woman went to cultivate a garden. She began by cutting the
grass with a pick, and then putting it in a big heap. That was the work
of the first day, and when the sun was just about to set she went home.
When she left, there came a bird to that place, and sang this song:
“Weeds of this garden,
Weeds of this garden,
Spring up, spring up;
Work of this garden,
Work of this garden,
Disappear, disappear.”
It was so.
The next morning, when she returned and saw that, she wondered greatly.
She again put it in order on that day, and put some sticks in the
ground to mark the place.
In the evening she went home and told that she had found the grass
which she had cut growing just as it was before.
Her husband said: “How can such a thing be? You were lazy and didn’t
work, and now tell me this falsehood. Just get out of my sight, or I’ll
beat you.”
On the third day she went to her work with a sorrowful heart,
remembering the words spoken by her husband. She reached the place and
found the grass growing as before. The sticks that she stuck in the
ground were there still, but she saw nothing else of her labour. She
wondered greatly.
She said in her heart, “I will not cut the grass off again, I will just
hoe the ground as it is.”
She commenced. Then the bird came and perched on one of the sticks.
It sang:
“Citi, citi, who is this cultivating the ground of my father?
Pick, come off;
Pick handle, break;
Sods, go back to your places!”
All these things happened.
The woman went home and told her husband what the bird had done. Then
they made a plan. They dug a deep hole in the ground, and covered it
with sticks and grass. The man hid himself in the hole, and put up one
of his hands. The woman commenced to hoe the ground again. Then the
bird came and perched on the hand of the man, and sang:
“This is the ground of my father.
Who are you, digging my father’s ground?
Pick, break into small pieces;
Sods, return to your places.”
It was so.
Then the man tightened his fingers and caught the bird. He came up out
of the place of concealment.
He said to the bird: “As for you who spoil the work of this garden, you
will not see the sun any more. With this sharp stone I will cut off
your head!”
Then the bird said to him: “I am not a bird that should be killed. I am
a bird that can make milk.”
The man said: “Make some, then.”
The bird made some milk in his hand. The man tasted it. It was very
nice milk.
The man said: “Make some more milk, my bird.”
The bird did so. The man sent his wife for a milk basket. When she
brought it, the bird filled it with milk.
The man was very much pleased. He said: “This pretty bird of mine is
better than a cow.”
He took it home and put it in a jar. After that he used to rise even in
the night and tell the bird to make milk for him. Only he and his wife
drank of it. The children continued to drink of the milk of the tree.
The names of the children were Gingci, the first-born son; Lonci, his
brother; and Dumangashe, his sister. That man then got very fat indeed,
so that his skin became shining.
The girl said to her brother Gingci: “Why does father get fat and we
remain so thin?”
He replied: “I do not know. Perhaps he eats in the night.”
They made a plan to watch. They saw him rise in the middle of the
night. He went to the big jar and took an eating mat off it. He said:
“Make milk, my bird.” He drank much. Again he said: “Make milk, my
bird,” and again he drank till he was very full. Then he lay down and
went to sleep.
The next day the woman went to work in her garden, and the man went to
visit his friend. The children remained at home, but not in the house.
Their father fastened the door of the house, and told them not to enter
it on any account till his return.
Gingci said: “To-day we will drink of the milk that makes father fat
and shining; we will not drink of the milk of the euphorbia to-day.”
The girl said: “As for me, I also say let us drink of father’s milk
to-day.”
They entered the house. Gingci removed the eating mat from the jar, and
said to the bird: “My father’s bird, make milk for me.”
The bird said: “If I am your father’s bird, put me by the fireplace,
and I will make milk.”
The boy did so. The bird made just a little milk.
The boy drank, and said: “My father’s bird, make more milk.”
The bird said: “If I am your father’s bird, put me by the door, then I
will make milk.”
The boy did this. Then the bird made just a little milk, which the boy
drank.
The girl said: “My father’s bird, make milk for me.”
The bird said: “If I am your father’s bird, just put me in the
sunlight, and I will make milk.”
The girl did so. Then the bird made a jar full of milk.
After that the bird sang:
“The father of Dumangashe came, he came,
He came unnoticed by me.
He found great fault with me.
The little fellows have met together.
Gingci the brother of Lonci.
The Umkomanzi cannot be crossed,
It is crossed by swallows
Whose wings are long.”
When it finished its song it lifted up its wings and flew away. But the
girl was still drinking milk.
The children called it, and said: “Return, bird of our father,” but it
did not come back. They said, “We shall be killed to-day.”
They followed the bird. They came to a tree where there were many
birds.
The boy caught one, and said to it: “My father’s bird, make milk.”
It bled. They said: “This is not our father’s bird.”
This bird bled very much; the blood ran like a river. Then the boy
released it, and it flew away. The children were seized with fear.
They said to themselves: “If our father finds us, he will kill us
to-day.”
In the evening the man came home. When he was yet far off, he saw that
the door had been opened.
He said: “I did not shut the door that way.”
He called his children, but only Lonci replied. He asked for the
others.
Lonci said: “I went to the river to drink; when I returned they were
gone.”
He searched for them, and found the girl under the ashes and the boy
behind a stone. He inquired at once about his bird. They were compelled
to tell the truth concerning it.
Then the man took a riem and hung those two children on a tree that
projected over the river. He went away, leaving them there. Their
mother besought their father, saying that they should be released; but
the man refused. After he was gone, the boy tried to escape. He climbed
up the riem and held on to the tree; then he went up and loosened the
riem that was tied to his sister. After that they climbed up the tree,
and then went away from their home. They slept three times on the road.
They came to a big rock. The boy said: “We have no father and no
mother; rock, be our house.”
The rock opened, and they went inside. After that they lived there in
that place. They obtained food by hunting animals,—they were hunted by
the boy.
When they were already in that place a long time, the girl grew to be
big. There were no people in that place. A bird came one day with a
child, and left it there by their house.
The bird said: “So have I done to all the people.”
After that a crocodile came to that place. The boy was just going to
kill it, but it said: “I am a crocodile; I am not to be killed; I am
your friend.”
Then the boy went with the crocodile to the house of the crocodile, in
a deep hole under the water.
The crocodile had many cattle and (much) millet. He gave the boy ten
cows and ten baskets of millet.
The crocodile said to the boy: “You must send your sister for the
purpose of being married to me.”
The boy made a fold to keep his cattle in; his sister made a garden and
planted millet. The crocodile sent more cattle. The boy made a very big
fold, and it was full of cattle.
At this time there came a bird.
The bird said: “Your sister has performed the custom, and as for you,
you should enter manhood.”
The crocodile gave one of his daughters to be the wife of the young
man. The young woman went to the village of the crocodile, she went to
be a bride.
They said to her: “Whom do you choose to be your husband?”
The girl replied: “I choose Crocodile.”
Her husband said to her: “Lick my face.”
She did so. The crocodile cast off its skin, and arose a man of great
strength and fine appearance.
He said: “The enemies of my father’s house did that; you, my wife, are
stronger than they.”
After this there was a great famine, and the mother of those people
came to their village. She did not recognise her children, but they
knew her and gave her food. She went away, and then their father came.
He did not recognise them either, but they knew him. They asked him
what he wanted. He told them that his village was devoured by famine.
They gave him food, and he went away.
He returned again.
The young man said: “You thought we would die when you hung us in the
tree.”
He was astonished, and said: “Are you indeed my child?”
Crocodile then gave them (the parents) three baskets of corn, and told
them to go and build on the mountains. He (the man) did so and died
there on the mountains.