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run away.” He had hardly spoken when the owner came to the sjjot, and 
seeing what he believed to be a dead hyena, he seized him by the hind legs 
and threw him out of the field, when at once the delighted hyena sprang 
to his feet and trotted away. “ Ah,” said the man, “ this rascal was not 
dead after all !” 
When the four associates met again, the camel said to the jackal, 
“ Your barking, friend, might have got me another beating. Never mind, 
all’s well that ends well; to-day yours, to-morrow mine.” 
Some time afterwards the camel said, “ Jackal, I’m going out for a walk. 
If you will get on my back, I’ll give you a ride, and you can see the world.” 
The jackal agreed, and stooping down the camel allowed him to mount on his 
back. As they were going along, they came to a village, whereupon all the 
dogs rushed out and began barking furiously at the jackal whom they eyed 
on the camel’s back. Then said the camel to the jackal, “ Jackal, I feel a 
strong inclination to roll.” “ For Heaven’s sake, don’t,” pleaded the jackal, 
“ I shall be worried.” “ Roll I must,” replied the camel, and he rolled, while 
the village dogs fell on the jackal before he could escape, and tore him to 
pieces. Then the camel returned and reported the traitor’s death to his 
friends, who mightily approved the deed. 
XVI. The Jackal and the Ewe sheep. 
Once upon a time a certain jackal made a dash at a ewe-sheep hoping 
to catch her. The sheep rushed into a half-dry tank where she stuck in 
the mud. The jackal attempting to follow her stuck in the mud too. 
Then said the jackal, “ O aunt, this is a bad business !” “ O nephew,” an¬ 
swered she, “it is by no means so bad as it will be soon, when my master 
appears. On his shoulder he will have a sangal (forked-stick), and behind 
him will follow his two dogs Dabbu and Bholu. One blow with his 
stick will hit you in two places, and his dogs will drag you out by the 
legs. Then, dear nephew, you will know this business is not so bad now 
as it will be then !” 
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XVII. The Pathan and the Plums.* 
There is a certain small black plum grown in the Hazara District, 
called the Amlok, which, when dried, looks like a species of black beetle. 
One day a Pathan stopped in a bazaar and bought some of them, laying 
them in a corner of his lunghi. As he went along he took out a handful 
in which there chanced to be one of these beetles alive, and the little creature 
feeling the pressure of the man’s hand began buzzing and squealing. But 
the Pathan determined to be deprived of no portion of his money’s worth, 
said “ Friend, you may buzz, or, friend, you may squeal, but in the measure 
* This tale and “ The Pathan and the Ass” ridicule two of the principal cha¬ 
racteristics of the Pathans]according to popular estimation. 
