or, 
C. Swynnerton —Folktales from the Upper Panjdb. [No. 2, 
wolf confidently, “ and the camel agreed.” “ Be it sosaid the 
camel, “as you both delight in lies and have no conscience, come and eat 
some of my tongue,” and he lowered his head within reach of the jackal. 
But the latter said to the wolf, “ Friend, you see what a diminutive animal 
I am. I am too weak to drag out that enormous tongue. Do you seize 
it and hold it for me.” Then the wolf ventured his head into the camel’s 
mouth to pull forward the tongue, but the camel instantly closed his 
powerful jaws, and crushing the skull of his enemy, he shook him to death. 
Meanwhile the jackal danced and skipped with glee, crying out, “ Behold 
the fate of the false witness—behold the fate of the false witness !”* 
XXXII. The Traveller and his Camel. 
Once upon a time a traveller, coming along the desert road with his 
laden camel, stopped to rest during the noon-tide heat under a shady tree. 
There he fell asleep. When he awoke he looked at the camel, and finding 
to his sorrow that the faithful companion of all his journeys was dead, he 
thus apostrophized him :— 
“Where is the spirit fled, ah, where, 
The life that cheered the weary ways P 
Could’st thou not wait one hour, nor spare 
For me, thy Friend, one parting gaze ?” 
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* This story is intended as a satire on the practice which prevails so widely among 
the natives of all parts of India of getting up false cases and procuring false witness 
in courts of law. 
t Literally—“ Where is the spirit fled which bore the load ? When leaving, it 
saw not me its well-known friend !” 
