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day he journeyed on. 465. So the king left his home and went to ano¬ 
ther country, and the Hadi said, “ Glory to fate. This is the fruit of my 
destiny.” 
The Ha'di spake. 
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466. “ A proud word did the king speak concerning me. Verily, in 
a short space, I will bring him into trouble.” 467. “ Tadu , Tuduf cried 
he, with a terrible voice ; and in the atmosphere that wondrous Hadi creat¬ 
ed a forest. 468. They passed through a small forest, and came to a 
great one. The spittle in the king’s mouth was dried up, nor could he 
speak. 469. In the vacant atmosphere the Hadi went along. While the 
king toiled slowly along, thrusting the jangal aside with his hands. 470. 
Prickles pierced him and thorns pierced him. His blood poured forth in 
streams. He could not travel further, and (in despair) the king struck his 
forehead with his hand. 
The btjrdeh oe his song. 
471. “ To whom shall I tell my woes. Even my guru hath become 
pitiless.” 472. More pangs he gave the king. He took him through a 
sandy waste. At the king’s tears the Hadi’s heart was touched, and he 
created a pleasant Kadamba tree upon the road. 473. The king went to 
a place deep (under the foliage) by the foot of the tree, and sleep came 
upon him in handfuls, 
The King spake. 
474. “ What with ploughing through water, and what with plough¬ 
ing through sand, I have undergone great hardships. Place thy left thigh 
upon the ground, that I may rest awhile. 475. The Hadi laid his left 
thigh upon the ground, and the king rested his head upon it and fell asleep. 
476. The Hadi cried “ Tudu } Tadu ” with a loud voice, and summoned an 
hundred Yamas. 
The Ha'di spake. 
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477. “ Hear, 0 ye Yamas, take heed unto my words. Build ye a 
road from hence to Daryapur, seven cubits broad and chest high.” 478. 
The Yamas heard his words, nor did they delay. They departed to build 
the road. 479. From thence to Daryapur they built the road, seven 
cubits broad and chest high. 480. “ Hanumdn ” he cried with a loud 
voice, and made them plant trees at intervals along the road. 481. He 
smote the king with a slap like a thunderbolt, and crying “ Guru, Guru” 
the king arose, weeping. 
The Ha'di spake. 
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482. “ I have built a road with great labour. Give me twelve haoris , 
that I may buy happiness and enjoy myself. 483. I would buy and eat 
