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[Illustration: JUST SO STORIES]

[Illustration: How the Whale Got His Throat]

Transcriber's Note: Not being able to ascertain which words were Kipling
being clever and which were his printer's creativity, all spelling
anomalies except the few glaringly obvious ones noted at the end have
been retained. For example, "He married ever so many wifes" was retained
on page 227. For the HTML version, the page images have been included so
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JVST SO STORIES

BY RVDYARD KIPLING

[Illustration]

_Pictures by Joseph M. Gleeson_

          Doubleday Page & Company
          1912




          Copyright, 1912, by Rudyard Kipling

          "Just So Stories," have also been copyrighted
          separately as follows: How the Whale Got His Tiny
          Throat. Copyright, 1897, by the Century Company.
          How the Camel Got His Hump. Copyright, 1897, by
          the Century Company. How the Rhinoceros Got His
          Wrinkly Skin. Copyright, 1898, by the Century
          Company. The Elephant's Child. Copyright, 1900, by
          Rudyard Kipling; Copyright, 1900, by the Curtis
          Publishing Company. The Beginning of the
          Armadillos. Copyright, 1900, by Rudyard Kipling.
          The Sing Song of Old Man Kangaroo. Copyright, 1900
          by Rudyard Kipling. How the Leopard Got His Spots,
          Copyright, 1901, by Rudyard Kipling. How the First
          Letter Was Written. Copyright, 1901, by Rudyard
          Kipling. The Cat That Walked by Himself,
          Copyright, 1902, by Rudyard Kipling.

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CONTENTS


                                                     PAGE

          How the Whale Got His Throat                  1

          How the Camel Got His Hump                   15

          How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin              29

          How the Leopard Got His Spots                43

          The Elephant's Child                         63

          The Sing-Song of Old Man Kangaroo            85

          The Beginning of the Armadillos             101

          How the First Letter was Written            123

          How the Alphabet was Made                   145

          The Crab that Played with the Sea           171

          The Cat that Walked by Himself              197

          The Butterfly that Stamped                  225

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HOW THE WHALE GOT HIS THROAT


IN the sea, once upon a time, O my Best Beloved, there was a Whale, and
he ate fishes. He ate the starfish and the garfish, and the crab and the
dab, and the plaice and the dace, and the skate and his mate, and the
mackereel and the pickereel, and the really truly twirly-whirly eel. All
the fishes he could find in all the sea he ate with his mouth--so! Till
at last there was only one small fish left in all the sea, and he was a
small 'Stute Fish, and he swam a little behind the Whale's right ear, so
as to be out of harm's way. Then the Whale stood up on his tail and
said, 'I'm hungry.' And the small 'Stute Fish said in a small 'stute
voice, 'Noble and generous Cetacean, have you ever tasted Man?'

'No,' said the Whale. 'What is it like?'

'Nice,' said the small 'Stute Fish. 'Nice but nubbly.'

'Then fetch me some,' said the Whale, and he made the sea froth up with
his tail.

'One at a time is enough,' said the 'Stute Fish. 'If you swim to
latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty West (that is magic), you will
find, sitting _on_ a raft, _in_ the middle of the sea, with nothing
on but a pair of blue canvas breeches, a pair of suspenders (you must
_not_ forget the suspenders, Best Beloved), and a jack-knife, one
shipwrecked Mariner, who, it is only fair to tell you, is a man of
infinite-resource-and-sagacity.'

So the Whale swam and swam to latitude Fifty North, longitude Forty
West, as fast as he could swim, and _on_ a raft, _in_ the middle of the
sea, _with_ nothing to wear except a pair of blue canvas breeches, a
pair of suspenders (you must particularly remember the suspenders, Best
Beloved), _and_ a jack-knife, he found one single, solitary shipwrecked
Mariner, trailing his toes in the water. (He had his mummy's leave to
paddle, or else he would never have done it, because he was a man of
infinite-resource-and-sagacity.)

Then the Whale opened his mouth back and back and back till it nearly
touched his tail, and he swallowed the shipwrecked Mariner, and the raft
he was sitting on, and his blue canvas breeches, and the suspenders
(which you _must_ not forget), _and_ the jack-knife--He swallowed them
all down into his warm, dark, inside cupboards, and then he smacked his
lips--so, and turned round three times on his tail.

But as soon as the Mariner, who was a man of
infinite-resource-and-sagacity, found himself truly inside the Whale's
warm, dark, inside cupboards, he stumped and he jumped and he thumped
and he bumped, and he pranced and he danced, and he banged and he
clanged, and he hit and he bit, and he leaped and he creeped, and he
prowled and he howled, and he hopped and he dropped, and he cried and
he sighed, and he crawled and he bawled, and he stepped and he lepped,
and he danced hornpipes where he shouldn't, and the Whale felt most
unhappy indeed. (_Have_ you forgotten the suspenders?)

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Whale swallowing the Mariner
with his infinite-resource-and-sagacity, and the raft and the jack-knife
_and_ his suspenders, which you must _not_ forget. The buttony-things
are the Mariner's suspenders, and you can see the knife close by them.
He is sitting on the raft, but it has tilted up sideways, so you don't
see much of it. The whity thing by the Mariner's left hand is a piece of
wood that he was trying to row the raft with when the Whale came along.
The piece of wood is called the jaws-of-a-gaff. The Mariner left it
outside when he went in. The Whale's name was Smiler, and the Mariner
was called Mr. Henry Albert Bivvens, A.B. The little 'Stute Fish is
hiding under the Whale's tummy, or else I would have drawn him. The
reason that the sea looks so ooshy-skooshy is because the Whale is
sucking it all into his mouth so as to suck in Mr. Henry Albert Bivvens
and the raft and the jack-knife and the suspenders. You must never
forget the suspenders.]

So he said to the 'Stute Fish, 'This man is very nubbly, and besides
he is making me hiccough. What shall I do?'

'Tell him to come out,' said the 'Stute Fish.

So the Whale called down his own throat to the shipwrecked Mariner,
'Come out and behave yourself. I've got the hiccoughs.'

'Nay, nay!' said the Mariner. 'Not so, but far otherwise. Take me to my
natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and I'll think about it.'
And he began to dance more than ever.

'You had better take him home,' said the 'Stute Fish to the Whale. 'I
ought to have warned you that he is a man of
infinite-resource-and-sagacity.'

[Illustration: HERE is the Whale looking for the little 'Stute Fish, who
is hiding under the Door-sills of the Equator. The little 'Stute Fish's
name was Pingle. He is hiding among the roots of the big seaweed that
grows in front of the Doors of the Equator. I have drawn the Doors of
the Equator. They are shut. They are always kept shut, because a door
ought always to be kept shut. The ropy-thing right across is the Equator
itself; and the things that look like rocks are the two giants Moar and
Koar, that keep the Equator in order. They drew the shadow-pictures on
the doors of the Equator, and they carved all those twisty fishes under
the Doors. The beaky-fish are called beaked Dolphins, and the other fish
with the queer heads are called Hammer-headed Sharks. The Whale never
found the little 'Stute Fish till he got over his temper, and then they
became good friends again.]

So the Whale swam and swam and swam, with both flippers and his
tail, as hard as he could for the hiccoughs; and at last he saw the
Mariner's natal-shore and the white-cliffs-of-Albion, and he rushed
half-way up the beach, and opened his mouth wide and wide and wide, and
said, 'Change here for Winchester, Ashuelot, Nashua, Keene, and stations
on the _Fitch_burg Road;' and just as he said 'Fitch' the Mariner walked
out of his mouth. But while the Whale had been swimming, the Mariner,
who was indeed a person of infinite-resource-and-sagacity, had taken his
jack-knife and cut up the raft into a little square grating all running
criss-cross, and he had tied it firm with his suspenders (_now_ you know
why you were not to forget the suspenders!), and he dragged that grating
good and tight into the Whale's throat, and there it stuck! Then he
recited the following _Sloka_, which, as you have not heard it, I will
now proceed to relate--

          By means of a grating
          I have stopped your ating.

For the Mariner he was also an Hi-ber-ni-an. And he stepped out on the
shingle, and went home to his mother, who had given him leave to trail
his toes in the water; and he married and lived happily ever afterward.
So did the Whale. But from that day on, the grating in his throat, which
he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him eating
anything except very, very small fish; and that is the reason why whales
nowadays never eat men or boys or little girls.

The small 'Stute Fish went and hid himself in the mud under the
Door-sills of the Equator. He was afraid that the Whale might be angry
with him.

The Sailor took the jack-knife home. He was wearing the blue canvas
breeches when he walked out on the shingle. The suspenders were left
behind, you see, to tie the grating with; and that is the end of _that_
tale.

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          WHEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green
              Because of the seas outside;
          When the ship goes _wop_ (with a wiggle between)
          And the steward falls into the soup-tureen,
              And the trunks begin to slide;
          When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,
          And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,
          And you aren't waked or washed or dressed,
          Why, then you will know (if you haven't guessed)
          You're 'Fifty North and Forty West!'

[Illustration: How the Camel Got His Hump]




HOW THE CAMEL GOT HIS HUMP


NOW this is the next tale, and it tells how the Camel got his big hump.

In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the
Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel, and he
lived in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work;
and besides, he was a Howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and
tamarisks and milkweed and prickles, most 'scruciating idle; and when
anybody spoke to him he said 'Humph!' Just 'Humph!' and no more.

Presently the Horse came to him on Monday morning, with a saddle on his
back and a bit in his mouth, and said, 'Camel, O Camel, come out and
trot like the rest of us.'

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Horse went away and told the Man.

Presently the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth, and said,
'Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us.'

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Dog went away and told the Man.

Presently the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck and said,
'Camel, O Camel, come and plough like the rest of us.'

'Humph!' said the Camel; and the Ox went away and told the Man.

At the end of the day the Man called the Horse and the Dog and the Ox
together, and said, 'Three, O Three, I'm very sorry for you (with the
world so new-and-all); but that Humph-thing in the Desert can't work, or
he would have been here by now, so I am going to leave him alone, and
you must work double-time to make up for it.'

That made the Three very angry (with the world so new-and-all), and
they held a palaver, and an _indaba_, and a _punchayet_, and a pow-wow
on the edge of the Desert; and the Camel came chewing milkweed _most_
'scruciating idle, and laughed at them. Then he said 'Humph!' and went
away again.

Presently there came along the Djinn in charge of All Deserts, rolling
in a cloud of dust (Djinns always travel that way because it is Magic),
and he stopped to palaver and pow-pow with the Three.

'Djinn of All Deserts,' said the Horse, '_is_ it right for any one to be
idle, with the world so new-and-all?'

'Certainly not,' said the Djinn.

'Well,' said the Horse, 'there's a thing in the middle of your Howling
Desert (and he's a Howler himself) with a long neck and long legs, and
he hasn't done a stroke of work since Monday morning. He won't trot.'

'Whew!' said the Djinn, whistling, 'that's my Camel, for all the gold in
Arabia! What does he say about it?'

'He says "Humph!"' said the Dog; 'and he won't fetch and carry.'

'Does he say anything else?'

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Djinn making the beginnings
of the Magic that brought the Humph to the Camel. First he drew a line
in the air with his finger, and it became solid; and then he made a
cloud, and then he made an egg--you can see them both at the bottom of
the picture--and then there was a magic pumpkin that turned into a big
white flame. Then the Djinn took his magic fan and fanned that flame
till the flame turned into a magic by itself. It was a good Magic and a
very kind Magic really, though it had to give the Camel a Humph because
the Camel was lazy. The Djinn in charge of All Deserts was one of the
nicest of the Djinns, so he would never do anything really unkind.]

[Illustration]

'Only "Humph!"; and he won't plough,' said the Ox.

'Very good,' said the Djinn. 'I'll humph him if you will kindly wait a
minute.'

The Djinn rolled himself up in his dust-cloak, and took a bearing across
the desert, and found the Camel most 'scruciatingly idle, looking at his
own reflection in a pool of water.

'My long and bubbling friend,' said the Djinn, 'what's this I hear of
your doing no work, with the world so new-and-all?'

'Humph!' said the Camel.

The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his hand, and began to think a
Great Magic, while the Camel looked at his own reflection in the pool of
water.

'You've given the Three extra work ever since Monday morning, all on
account of your 'scruciating idleness,' said the Djinn; and he went on
thinking Magics, with his chin in his hand.

'Humph!' said the Camel.

'I shouldn't say that again if I were you,' said the Djinn; 'you might
say it once too often. Bubbles, I want you to work.'

[Illustration: HERE is the picture of the Djinn in charge of All Deserts
guiding the Magic with his magic fan. The camel is eating a twig of
acacia, and he has just finished saying "humph" once too often (the
Djinn told him he would), and so the Humph is coming. The long
towelly-thing growing out of the thing like an onion is the Magic, and
you can see the Humph on its shoulder. The Humph fits on the flat part
of the Camel's back. The Camel is too busy looking at his own beautiful
self in the pool of water to know what is going to happen to him.

Underneath the truly picture is a picture of the World-so-new-and-all.
There are two smoky volcanoes in it, some other mountains and some
stones and a lake and a black island and a twisty river and a lot of
other things, as well as a Noah's Ark. I couldn't draw all the deserts
that the Djinn was in charge of, so I only drew one, but it is a most
deserty desert.]

And the Camel said 'Humph!' again; but no sooner had he said it than
he saw his back, that he was so proud of, puffing up and puffing up into
a great big lolloping humph.

'Do you see that?' said the Djinn. 'That's your very own humph that
you've brought upon your very own self by not working. To-day is
Thursday, and you've done no work since Monday, when the work began. Now
you are going to work.'

'How can I,' said the Camel, 'with this humph on my back?'

'That's made a-purpose,' said the Djinn, 'all because you missed those
three days. You will be able to work now for three days without eating,
because you can live on your humph; and don't you ever say I never did
anything for you. Come out of the Desert and go to the Three, and
behave. Humph yourself!'

And the Camel humphed himself, humph and all, and went away to join
the Three. And from that day to this the Camel always wears a humph (we
call it 'hump' now, not to hurt his feelings); but he has never yet
caught up with the three days that he missed at the beginning of the
world, and he has never yet learned how to behave.


          THE Camel's hump is an ugly lump
            Which well you may see at the Zoo;
          But uglier yet is the hump we get
            From having too little to do.

          Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
          If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo,
                We get the hump--
                Cameelious hump--
          The hump that is black and blue!

          We climb out of bed with a frouzly head
            And a snarly-yarly voice.
          We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl
            At our bath and our boots and our toys;

          And there ought to be a corner for me
          (And I know there is one for you)
                When we get the hump--
                Cameelious hump--
          The hump that is black and blue!

          The cure for this ill is not to sit still,
            Or frowst with a book by the fire;
          But to take a large hoe and a shovel also,
            And dig till you gently perspire;

          And then you will find that the sun and the wind,
          And the Djinn of the Garden too,
                Have lifted the hump--
                The horrible hump--
          The hump that is black and blue!

          I get it as well as you-oo-oo--
          If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo--
                We all get hump--
                Cameelious hump--
          Kiddies and grown-ups too!

[Illustration: How the Rhinoceros Got His Skin]




HOW THE RHINOCEROS GOT HIS SKIN


ONCE upon a time, on an uninhabited island on the shores of the Red
Sea, there lived a Parsee from whose hat the rays of the sun were
reflected in more-than-oriental splendour. And the Parsee lived by the
Red Sea with nothing but his hat and his knife and a cooking-stove of
the kind that you must particularly never touch. And one day he took
flour and water and currants and plums and sugar and things, and made
himself one cake which was two feet across and three feet thick. It was
indeed a Superior Comestible (_that's_ magic), and he put it on the
stove because _he_ was allowed to cook on that stove, and he baked it
and he baked it till it was all done brown and smelt most sentimental.
But just as he was going to eat it there came down to the beach from the
Altogether Uninhabited Interior one Rhinoceros with a horn on his nose,
two piggy eyes, and few manners. In those days the Rhinoceros's skin
fitted him quite tight. There were no wrinkles in it anywhere. He looked
exactly like a Noah's Ark Rhinoceros, but of course much bigger. All the
same, he had no manners then, and he has no manners now, and he never
will have any manners. He said, 'How!' and the Parsee left that cake and
climbed to the top of a palm tree with nothing on but his hat, from
which the rays of the sun were always reflected in more-than-oriental
splendour. And the Rhinoceros upset the oil-stove with his nose, and the
cake rolled on the sand, and he spiked that cake on the horn of his
nose, and he ate it, and he went away, waving his tail, to the desolate
and Exclusively Uninhabited Interior which abuts on the islands of
Mazanderan, Socotra, and the Promontories of the Larger Equinox. Then
the Parsee came down from his palm-tree and put the stove on its legs
and recited the following _Sloka_, which, as you have not heard, I will
now proceed to relate:--

          Them that takes cakes
          Which the Parsee-man bakes
          Makes dreadful mistakes.

And there was a great deal more in that than you would think.

_Because_, five weeks later, there was a heat-wave in the Red Sea, and
everybody took off all the clothes they had. The Parsee took off his
hat; but the Rhinoceros took off his skin and carried it over his
shoulder as he came down to the beach to bathe. In those days it
buttoned underneath with three buttons and looked like a waterproof. He
said nothing whatever about the Parsee's cake, because he had eaten it
all; and he never had any manners, then, since, or henceforward. He
waddled straight into the water and blew bubbles through his nose,
leaving his skin on the beach.

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Parsee beginning to eat his
cake on the Uninhabited Island in the Red Sea on a very hot day; and of
the Rhinoceros coming down from the Altogether Uninhabited Interior,
which, as you can truthfully see, is all rocky. The Rhinoceros's skin is
quite smooth, and the three buttons that button it up are underneath, so
you can't see them. The squiggly things on the Parsee's hat are the rays
of the sun reflected in more-than-oriental splendour, because if I had
drawn real rays they would have filled up all the picture. The cake has
currants in it; and the wheel-thing lying on the sand in front belonged
to one of Pharaoh's chariots when he tried to cross the Red Sea. The
Parsee found it, and kept it to play with. The Parsee's name was
Pestonjee Bomonjee, and the Rhinoceros was called Strorks, because he
breathed through his mouth instead of his nose. I wouldn't ask anything
about the cooking-stove if _I_ were you.]

Presently the Parsee came by and found the skin, and he smiled one
smile that ran all round his face two times. Then he danced three times
round the skin and rubbed his hands. Then he went to his camp and filled
his hat with cake-crumbs, for the Parsee never ate anything but cake,
and never swept out his camp. He took that skin, and he shook that skin,
and he scrubbed that skin, and he rubbed that skin just as full of old,
dry, stale, tickly cake-crumbs and some burned currants as ever it could
_possibly_ hold. Then he climbed to the top of his palm-tree and waited
for the Rhinoceros to come out of the water and put it on.

[Illustration: THIS is the Parsee Pestonjee Bomonjee sitting in his
palm-tree and watching the Rhinoceros Strorks bathing near the beach
of the Altogether Uninhabited Island after Strorks had taken off his
skin. The Parsee has put the cake-crumbs into the skin, and he is
smiling to think how they will tickle Strorks when Strorks puts it on
again. The skin is just under the rocks below the palm-tree in a cool
place; that is why you can't see it. The Parsee is wearing a new
more-than-oriental-splendour hat of the sort that Parsees wear; and he
has a knife in his hand to cut his name on palm-trees. The black things
on the islands out at sea are bits of ships that got wrecked going down
the Red Sea; but all the passengers were saved and went home.

The black thing in the water close to the shore is not a wreck at all.
It is Strorks the Rhinoceros bathing without his skin. He was just as
black underneath his skin as he was outside. I wouldn't ask anything
about the cooking-stove if _I_ were you.]

And the Rhinoceros did. He buttoned it up with the three buttons,
and it tickled like cake-crumbs in bed. Then he wanted to scratch, but
that made it worse; and then he lay down on the sands and rolled and
rolled and rolled, and every time he rolled the cake-crumbs tickled him
worse and worse and worse. Then he ran to the palm-tree and rubbed and
rubbed and rubbed himself against it. He rubbed so much and so hard that
he rubbed his skin into a great fold over his shoulders, and another
fold underneath, where the buttons used to be (but he rubbed the buttons
off), and he rubbed some more folds over his legs. And it spoiled his
temper, but it didn't make the least difference to the cake-crumbs. They
were inside his skin and they tickled. So he went home, very angry
indeed and horribly scratchy; and from that day to this every rhinoceros
has great folds in his skin and a very bad temper, all on account of the
cake-crumbs inside.

But the Parsee came down from his palm-tree, wearing his hat, from which
the rays of the sun were reflected in more-than-oriental splendour,
packed up his cooking-stove, and went away in the direction of Orotavo,
Amygdala, the Upland Meadows of Anantarivo, and the Marshes of Sonaput.

[Illustration]


          THIS Uninhabited Island
              Is off Cape Gardafui,
          By the Beaches of Socotra
              And the Pink Arabian Sea:
          But it's hot--too hot from Suez
              For the likes of you and me
                  Ever to go
                  In a P. and O.
              And call on the Cake-Parsee!

[Illustration: How the Leopard Got His Spots]




HOW THE LEOPARD GOT HIS SPOTS


IN the days when everybody started fair, Best Beloved, the Leopard
lived in a place called the High Veldt. 'Member it wasn't the Low Veldt,
or the Bush Veldt, or the Sour Veldt, but the 'sclusively bare, hot,
shiny High Veldt, where there was sand and sandy- rock and
'sclusively tufts of sandy-yellowish grass. The Giraffe and the Zebra
and the Eland and the Koodoo and the Hartebeest lived there; and they
were 'sclusively sandy-yellow-brownish all over; but the Leopard, he was
the 'sclusivest sandiest-yellowish-brownest of them all--a
greyish-yellowish catty-shaped kind of beast, and he matched the
'sclusively yellowish-greyish-brownish colour of the High Veldt to one
hair. This was very bad for the Giraffe and the Zebra and the rest of
them; for he would lie down by a 'sclusively yellowish-greyish-brownish
stone or clump of grass, and when the Giraffe or the Zebra or the Eland
or the Koodoo or the Bush-Buck or the Bonte-Buck came by he would
surprise them out of their jumpsome lives. He would indeed! And, also,
there was an Ethiopian with bows and arrows (a 'sclusively
greyish-brownish-yellowish man he was then), who lived on the High Veldt
with the Leopard; and the two used to hunt together--the Ethiopian with
his bows and arrows, and the Leopard 'sclusively with his teeth and
claws--till the Giraffe and the Eland and the Koodoo and the Quagga and
all the rest of them didn't know which way to jump, Best Beloved. They
didn't indeed!

After a long time--things lived for ever so long in those days--they
learned to avoid anything that looked like a Leopard or an Ethiopian;
and bit by bit--the Giraffe began it, because his legs were the
longest--they went away from the High Veldt. They scuttled for days and
days and days till they came to a great forest, 'sclusively full of
trees and bushes and stripy, speckly, patchy-blatchy shadows, and there
they hid: and after another long time, what with standing half in the
shade and half out of it, and what with the slippery-slidy shadows of
the trees falling on them, the Giraffe grew blotchy, and the Zebra grew
stripy, and the Eland and the Koodoo grew darker, with little wavy grey
lines on their backs like bark on a tree trunk; and so, though you could
hear them and smell them, you could very seldom see them, and then only
when you knew precisely where to look. They had a beautiful time in the
'sclusively speckly-spickly shadows of the forest, while the Leopard and
the Ethiopian ran about over the 'sclusively greyish-yellowish-reddish
High Veldt outside, wondering where all their breakfasts and their
dinners and their teas had gone. At last they were so hungry that they
ate rats and beetles and rock-rabbits, the Leopard and the Ethiopian,
and then they had the Big Tummy-ache, both together; and then they met
Baviaan--the dog-headed, barking Baboon, who is Quite the Wisest Animal
in All South Africa.

[Illustration: THIS is Wise Baviaan, the dog-headed Baboon, Who is
Quite the Wisest Animal in All South Africa. I have drawn him from a
statue that I made up out of my own head, and I have written his name on
his belt and on his shoulder and on the thing he is sitting on. I have
written it in what is not called Coptic and Hieroglyphic and Cuneiformic
and Bengalic and Burmic and Hebric, all because he is so wise. He is not
beautiful, but he is very wise; and I should like to paint him with
paint-box colours, but I am not allowed. The umbrella-ish thing about
his head is his Conventional Mane.]

Said Leopard to Baviaan (and it was a very hot day), 'Where has all the
game gone?'

And Baviaan winked. _He_ knew.

Said the Ethiopian to Baviaan, 'Can you tell me the present habitat of
the aboriginal Fauna?' (That meant just the same thing, but the
Ethiopian always used long words. He was a grown-up.)

And Baviaan winked. _He_ knew.

Then said Baviaan, 'The game has gone into other spots; and my advice to
you, Leopard, is to go into other spots as soon as you can.'

And the Ethiopian said, 'That is all very fine, but I wish to know
whither the aboriginal Fauna has migrated.'

Then said Baviaan, 'The aboriginal Fauna has joined the aboriginal Flora
because it was high time for a change; and my advice to you, Ethiopian,
is to change as soon as you can.'

That puzzled the Leopard and the Ethiopian, but they set off to look
for the aboriginal Flora, and presently, after ever so many days, they
saw a great, high, tall forest full of tree trunks all 'sclusively
speckled and sprottled and spottled, dotted and splashed and slashed and
hatched and cross-hatched with shadows. (Say that quickly aloud, and you
will see how _very_ shadowy the forest must have been.)

'What is this,' said the Leopard, 'that is so 'sclusively dark, and yet
so full of little pieces of light?'

'I don't know,' said the Ethiopian, 'but it ought to be the aboriginal
Flora. I can smell Giraffe, and I can hear Giraffe, but I can't see
Giraffe.'

'That's curious,' said the Leopard. 'I suppose it is because we have
just come in out of the sunshine. I can smell Zebra, and I can hear
Zebra, but I can't see Zebra.'

'Wait a bit,' said the Ethiopian. 'It's a long time since we've hunted
'em. Perhaps we've forgotten what they were like.'

'Fiddle!' said the Leopard. 'I remember them perfectly on the High
Veldt, especially their marrow-bones. Giraffe is about seventeen feet
high, of a 'sclusively fulvous golden-yellow from head to heel; and
Zebra is about four and a half feet high, of a 'sclusively grey-fawn
colour from head to heel.'

'Umm,' said the Ethiopian, looking into the speckly-spickly shadows of
the aboriginal Flora-forest. 'Then they ought to show up in this dark
place like ripe bananas in a smoke-house.'

But they didn't. The Leopard and the Ethiopian hunted all day; and
though they could smell them and hear them, they never saw one of them.

'For goodness' sake,' said the Leopard at tea-time, 'let us wait till it
gets dark. This daylight hunting is a perfect scandal.'

So they waited till dark, and then the Leopard heard something breathing
sniffily in the starlight that fell all stripy through the branches, and
he jumped at the noise, and it smelt like Zebra, and it felt like Zebra,
and when he knocked it down it kicked like Zebra, but he couldn't see
it. So he said, 'Be quiet, O you person without any form. I am going to
sit on your head till morning, because there is something about you that
I don't understand.'

Presently he heard a grunt and a crash and a scramble, and the Ethiopian
called out, 'I've caught a thing that I can't see. It smells like
Giraffe, and it kicks like Giraffe, but it hasn't any form.'

'Don't you trust it,' said the Leopard. 'Sit on its head till the
morning--same as me. They haven't any form--any of 'em.'

       *       *       *       *       *

So they sat down on them hard till bright morning-time, and then Leopard
said, 'What have you at your end of the table, Brother?'

The Ethiopian scratched his head and said, 'It ought to be 'sclusively a
rich fulvous orange-tawny from head to heel, and it ought to be Giraffe;
but it is covered all over with chestnut blotches. What have you at
_your_ end of the table, Brother?'

And the Leopard scratched his head and said, 'It ought to be 'sclusively
a delicate greyish-fawn, and it ought to be Zebra; but it is covered all
over with black and purple stripes. What in the world have you been
doing to yourself, Zebra? Don't you know that if you were on the High
Veldt I could see you ten miles off? You haven't any form.'

'Yes,' said the Zebra, 'but this isn't the High Veldt. Can't you see?'

'I can now,' said the Leopard. 'But I couldn't all yesterday. How is it
done?'

'Let us up,' said the Zebra, 'and we will show you.'

They let the Zebra and the Giraffe get up; and Zebra moved away to some
little thorn-bushes where the sunlight fell all stripy, and Giraffe
moved off to some tallish trees where the shadows fell all blotchy.

'Now watch,' said the Zebra and the Giraffe. 'This is the way it's done.
One--two--three! And where's your breakfast?'

Leopard stared, and Ethiopian stared, but all they could see were stripy
shadows and blotched shadows in the forest, but never a sign of Zebra
and Giraffe. They had just walked off and hidden themselves in the
shadowy forest.

'Hi! Hi!' said the Ethiopian. 'That's a trick worth learning. Take a
lesson by it, Leopard. You show up in this dark place like a bar of soap
in a coal-scuttle.'

'Ho! Ho!' said the Leopard. 'Would it surprise you very much to know
that you show up in this dark place like a mustard-plaster on a sack of
coals?'

Well, calling names won't catch dinner, said the Ethiopian. 'The long
and the little of it is that we don't match our backgrounds. I'm going
to take Baviaan's advice. He told me I ought to change; and as I've
nothing to change except my skin I'm going to change that.'

'What to?' said the Leopard, tremendously excited.

'To a nice working blackish-brownish colour, with a little purple in it,
and touches of slaty-blue. It will be the very thing for hiding in
hollows and behind trees.'

So he changed his skin then and there, and the Leopard was more excited
than ever; he had never seen a man change his skin before.

'But what about me?' he said, when the Ethiopian had worked his last
little finger into his fine new black skin.

'You take Baviaan's advice too. He told you to go into spots.'

'So I did,' said the Leopard. 'I went into other spots as fast as I
could. I went into this spot with you, and a lot of good it has done
me.'

'Oh,' said the Ethiopian, 'Baviaan didn't mean spots in South Africa. He
meant spots on your skin.'

'What's the use of that?' said the Leopard.

'Think of Giraffe,' said the Ethiopian. 'Or if you prefer stripes,
think of Zebra. They find their spots and stripes give them perfect
satisfaction.'

'Umm,' said the Leopard. 'I wouldn't look like Zebra--not for ever so.'

'Well, make up your mind,' said the Ethiopian, 'because I'd hate to go
hunting without you, but I must if you insist on looking like a
sun-flower against a tarred fence.'

'I'll take spots, then,' said the Leopard; 'but don't make 'em too
vulgar-big. I wouldn't look like Giraffe--not for ever so.'

'I'll make 'em with the tips of my fingers,' said the Ethiopian.
'There's plenty of black left on my skin still. Stand over!'

Then the Ethiopian put his five fingers close together (there was plenty
of black left on his new skin still) and pressed them all over the
Leopard, and wherever the five fingers touched they left five little
black marks, all close together. You can see them on any Leopard's skin
you like, Best Beloved. Sometimes the fingers slipped and the marks got
a little blurred; but if you look closely at any Leopard now you will
see that there are always five spots--off five fat black finger-tips.

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Leopard and the Ethiopian
after they had taken Wise Baviaan's advice and the Leopard had gone
into other spots and the Ethiopian had changed his skin. The Ethiopian
was really a <DW64>, and so his name was <DW71>. The Leopard was
called Spots, and he has been called Spots ever since. They are out
hunting in the spickly-speckly forest, and they are looking for Mr.
One-Two-Three-Where's-your-Breakfast. If you look a little you will see
Mr. One-Two-Three not far away. The Ethiopian has hidden behind a
splotchy-blotchy tree because it matches his skin, and the Leopard is
lying beside a spickly-speckly bank of stones because it matches his
spots. Mr. One-Two-Three-Where's-your-Breakfast is standing up eating
leaves from a tall tree. This is really a puzzle-picture like 'Find the
Cat.']

'Now you _are_ a beauty!' said the Ethiopian. 'You can lie out on
the bare ground and look like a heap of pebbles. You can lie out on the
naked rocks and look like a piece of pudding-stone. You can lie out on a
leafy branch and look like sunshine sifting through the leaves; and you
can lie right across the centre of a path and look like nothing in
particular. Think of that and purr!'

'But if I'm all this,' said the Leopard, 'why didn't you go spotty too?'

'Oh, plain black's best for a <DW65>,' said the Ethiopian. 'Now come
along and we'll see if we can't get even with Mr.
One-Two-Three-Where's-your-Breakfast!'

       *       *       *       *       *

So they went away and lived happily ever afterward, Best Beloved. That
is all.

Oh, now and then you will hear grown-ups say, 'Can the Ethiopian
change his skin or the Leopard his spots?' I don't think even grown-ups
would keep on saying such a silly thing if the Leopard and the Ethiopian
hadn't done it once--do you? But they will never do it again, Best
Beloved. They are quite contented as they are.


      I AM the Most Wise Baviaan, saying in most wise tones,
      'Let us melt into the landscape--just us two by our lones.'
      People have come--in a carriage--calling. But Mummy is there....
      Yes, I can go if you take me--Nurse says _she_ don't care.
      Let's go up to the pig-sties and sit on the farmyard rails!
      Let's say things to the bunnies, and watch 'em skitter their tails!
      Let's--oh, _anything_, daddy, so long as it's you and me,
      And going truly exploring, and not being in till tea!
      Here's your boots (I've brought 'em), and here's your cap and stick,
      And here's your pipe and tobacco. Oh, come along out of it--quick.

[Illustration: The Elephant's Child]




THE ELEPHANT'S CHILD


IN the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no
trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he
could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn't pick up things
with it. But there was one Elephant--a new Elephant--an Elephant's
Child--who was full of 'satiable curtiosity, and that means he asked
ever so many questions. _And_ he lived in Africa, and he filled all
Africa with his 'satiable curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the
Ostrich, why her tail-feathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the
Ostrich spanked him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle,
the Giraffe, what made his skin spotty, and his tall uncle, the Giraffe,
spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was full of 'satiable
curtiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, why her eyes were
red, and his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, spanked him with her broad,
broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Baboon, why melons tasted
just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon, spanked him with his hairy,
hairy paw. And _still_ he was full of 'satiable curtiosity! He asked
questions about everything that he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt, or
touched, and all his uncles and his aunts spanked him. And still he was
full of 'satiable curtiosity!

One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes this
'satiable Elephant's Child asked a new fine question that he had never
asked before. He asked, 'What does the Crocodile have for dinner?' Then
everybody said, 'Hush!' in a loud and dretful tone, and they spanked him
immediately and directly, without stopping, for a long time.

By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird sitting
in the middle of a wait-a-bit thorn-bush, and he said, 'My father has
spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my aunts and uncles have
spanked me for my 'satiable curtiosity; and _still_ I want to know what
the Crocodile has for dinner!'

Then Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry, 'Go to the banks of the
great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees,
and find out.'

That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the Equinoxes,
because the Precession had preceded according to precedent, this
'satiable Elephant's Child took a hundred pounds of bananas (the little
short red kind), and a hundred pounds of sugar-cane (the long purple
kind), and seventeen melons (the greeny-crackly kind), and said to all
his dear families, 'Good-bye. I am going to the great grey-green, greasy
Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to find out what the
Crocodile has for dinner.' And they all spanked him once more for luck,
though he asked them most politely to stop.

Then he went away, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating
melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up.

He went from Graham's Town to Kimberley, and from Kimberley to Khama's
Country, and from Khama's Country he went east by north, eating melons
all the time, till at last he came to the banks of the great grey-green,
greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, precisely as
Kolokolo Bird had said.

Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that till that very
week, and day, and hour, and minute, this 'satiable Elephant's Child had
never seen a Crocodile, and did not know what one was like. It was all
his 'satiable curtiosity.

The first thing that he found was a Bi--Python-Rock-Snake curled
round a rock.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but have you seen
such a thing as a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

'_Have_ I seen a Crocodile?' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake, in
a voice of dretful scorn. 'What will you ask me next?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but could you kindly tell me
what he has for dinner?'

Then the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake uncoiled himself very quickly
from the rock, and spanked the Elephant's Child with his scalesome,
flailsome tail.

'That is odd,' said the Elephant's Child, 'because my father and my
mother, and my uncle and my aunt, not to mention my other aunt, the
Hippopotamus, and my other uncle, the Baboon, have all spanked me for my
'satiable curtiosity--and I suppose this is the same thing.'

So he said good-bye very politely to the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake,
and helped to coil him up on the rock again, and went on, a little warm,
but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about,
because he could not pick it up, till he trod on what he thought was a
log of wood at the very edge of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo
River, all set about with fever-trees.

But it was really the Crocodile, O Best Beloved, and the Crocodile
winked one eye--like this!

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but do you happen
to have seen a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?'

Then the Crocodile winked the other eye, and lifted half his tail out of
the mud; and the Elephant's Child stepped back most politely, because he
did not wish to be spanked again.

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile. 'Why do you ask such
things?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child most politely, 'but my father has
spanked me, my mother has spanked me, not to mention my tall aunt, the
Ostrich, and my tall uncle, the Giraffe, who can kick ever so hard, as
well as my broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my hairy uncle, the Baboon,
_and_ including the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake, with the scalesome,
flailsome tail, just up the bank, who spanks harder than any of them;
and _so_, if it's quite all the same to you, I don't want to be spanked
any more.'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'for I am the Crocodile,'
and he wept crocodile-tears to show it was quite true.

Then the Elephant's Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled
down on the bank and said, 'You are the very person I have been looking
for all these long days. Will you please tell me what you have for
dinner?'

'Come hither, Little One,' said the Crocodile, 'and I'll whisper.'

Then the Elephant's Child put his head down close to the Crocodile's
musky, tusky mouth, and the Crocodile caught him by his little nose,
which up to that very week, day, hour, and minute, had been no bigger
than a boot, though much more useful.

'I think,' said the Crocodile--and he said it between his teeth, like
this--'I think to-day I will begin with Elephant's Child!'

At this, O Best Beloved, the Elephant's Child was much annoyed, and he
said, speaking through his nose, like this, 'Led go! You are hurtig be!'

Then the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake scuffled down from the bank and
said, 'My young friend, if you do not now, immediately and instantly,
pull as hard as ever you can, it is my opinion that your acquaintance in
the large-pattern leather ulster' (and by this he meant the Crocodile)
'will jerk you into yonder limpid stream before you can say Jack
Robinson.'

This is the way Bi--Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

Then the Elephant's Child sat back on his little haunches, and pulled,
and pulled, and pulled, and his nose began to stretch. And the Crocodile
floundered into the water, making it all creamy with great sweeps of his
tail, and _he_ pulled, and pulled, and pulled.

And the Elephant's Child's nose kept on stretching; and the Elephant's
Child spread all his little four legs and pulled, and pulled, and
pulled, and his nose kept on stretching; and the Crocodile threshed his
tail like an oar, and _he_ pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and at each
pull the Elephant's Child's nose grew longer and longer--and it hurt him
hijjus!

Then the Elephant's Child felt his legs slipping, and he said through
his nose, which was now nearly five feet long, 'This is too butch for
be!'

Then the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake came down from the bank, and
knotted himself in a double-clove-hitch round the Elephant's Child's
hind legs, and said, 'Rash and inexperienced traveller, we will now
seriously devote ourselves to a little high tension, because if we do
not, it is my impression that yonder self-propelling man-of-war with the
armour-plated upper deck' (and by this, O Best Beloved, he meant the
Crocodile), 'will permanently vitiate your future career.'

That is the way all Bi--Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.

So he pulled, and the Elephant's Child pulled, and the Crocodile
pulled; but the Elephant's Child and the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake
pulled hardest; and at last the Crocodile let go of the Elephant's
Child's nose with a plop that you could hear all up and down the
Limpopo.

Then the Elephant's Child sat down most hard and sudden; but first he
was careful to say 'Thank you' to the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake; and
next he was kind to his poor pulled nose, and wrapped it all up in cool
banana leaves, and hung it in the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo to
cool.

'What are you doing that for?' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake.

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but my nose is badly out of
shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink.'

'Then you will have to wait a long time,' said the
Bi--Python-Rock-Snake. 'Some people do not know what is good for
them.'

The Elephant's Child sat there for three days waiting for his nose to
shrink. But it never grew any shorter, and, besides, it made him squint.
For, O Best Beloved, you will see and understand that the Crocodile had
pulled it out into a really truly trunk same as all Elephants have
to-day.

[Illustration: THIS is the Elephant's Child having his nose pulled
by the Crocodile. He is much surprised and astonished and hurt, and
he is talking through his nose and saying, 'Led go! You are hurtig
be!' He is pulling very hard, and so is the Crocodile; but the
Bi--Python-Rock-Snake is hurrying through the water to help the
Elephant's Child. All that black stuff is the banks of the great
grey-green, greasy Limpopo River (but I am not allowed to paint these
pictures), and the bottly-tree with the twisty roots and the eight
leaves is one of the fever-trees that grow there.

Underneath the truly picture are shadows of African animals walking
into an African ark. There are two lions, two ostriches, two oxen, two
camels, two sheep, and two other things that look like rats, but I think
they are rock-rabbits. They don't mean anything. I put them in because I
thought they looked pretty. They would look very fine if I were allowed
to paint them.]

At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him on the shoulder,
and before he knew what he was doing he lifted up his trunk and hit that
fly dead with the end of it.

''Vantage number one!' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake. 'You
couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Try and eat a little
now.'

Before he thought what he was doing the Elephant's Child put out his
trunk and plucked a large bundle of grass, dusted it clean against his
fore-legs, and stuffed it into his own mouth.

''Vantage number two!' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake. 'You
couldn't have done that with a mear-smear nose. Don't you think the sun
is very hot here?'

'It is,' said the Elephant's Child, and before he thought what he was
doing he schlooped up a schloop of mud from the banks of the great
grey-green, greasy Limpopo, and slapped it on his head, where it made a
cool schloopy-sloshy mud-cap all trickly behind his ears.

''Vantage number three!' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake. 'You
couldn't have done that with a mere-smear nose. Now how do you feel
about being spanked again?'

''Scuse me,' said the Elephant's Child, 'but I should not like it at
all.'

'How would you like to spank somebody?' said the
Bi--Python-Rock-Snake.

'I should like it very much indeed,' said the Elephant's Child.

'Well,' said the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake, 'you will find that new
nose of yours very useful to spank people with.'

'Thank you,' said the Elephant's Child, 'I'll remember that; and now I
think I'll go home to all my dear families and try.'

So the Elephant's Child went home across Africa frisking and whisking
his trunk. When he wanted fruit to eat he pulled fruit down from a tree,
instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to do. When he wanted grass
he plucked grass up from the ground, instead of going on his knees as he
used to do. When the flies bit him he broke off the branch of a tree and
used it as a fly-whisk; and he made himself a new, cool, slushy-squshy
mud-cap whenever the sun was hot. When he felt lonely walking through
Africa he sang to himself down his trunk, and the noise was louder than
several brass bands. He went especially out of his way to find a broad
Hippopotamus (she was no relation of his), and he spanked her very hard,
to make sure that the Bi--Python-Rock-Snake had spoken the truth
about his new trunk. The rest of the time he picked up the melon rinds
that he had dropped on his way to the Limpopo--for he was a Tidy
Pachyderm.

One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled up
his trunk and said, 'How do you do?' They were very glad to see him, and
immediately said, 'Come here and be spanked for your 'satiable
curtiosity.'

'Pooh,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I don't think you peoples know
anything about spanking; but _I_ do, and I'll show you.'

Then he uncurled his trunk and knocked two of his dear brothers head
over heels.

'O Bananas!' said they, 'where did you learn that trick, and what have
you done to your nose?'

'I got a new one from the Crocodile on the banks of the great
grey-green, greasy Limpopo River,' said the Elephant's Child. 'I asked
him what he had for dinner, and he gave me this to keep.'

[Illustration: THIS is just a picture of the Elephant's Child going
to pull bananas off a banana-tree after he had got his fine new long
trunk. I don't think it is a very nice picture; but I couldn't make it
any better, because elephants and bananas are hard to draw. The streaky
things behind the Elephant's Child mean squoggy marshy country somewhere
in Africa. The Elephant's Child made most of his mud-cakes out of the
mud that he found there. I think it would look better if you painted the
banana-tree green and the Elephant's Child red.]

'It looks very ugly,' said his hairy uncle, the Baboon.

'It does,' said the Elephant's Child. 'But it's very useful,' and he
picked up his hairy uncle, the Baboon, by one hairy leg, and hove him
into a hornet's nest.

Then that bad Elephant's Child spanked all his dear families for a long
time, till they were very warm and greatly astonished. He pulled out his
tall Ostrich aunt's tail-feathers; and he caught his tall uncle, the
Giraffe, by the hind-leg, and dragged him through a thorn-bush; and he
shouted at his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and blew bubbles into her
ear when she was sleeping in the water after meals; but he never let any
one touch Kolokolo Bird.

At last things grew so exciting that his dear families went off one by
one in a hurry to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo
River, all set about with fever-trees, to borrow new noses from the
Crocodile. When they came back nobody spanked anybody any more; and ever
since that day, O Best Beloved, all the Elephants you will ever see,
besides all those that you won't, have trunks precisely like the trunk
of the 'satiable Elephant's Child.


          I KEEP six honest serving-men;
            (They taught me all I knew)
          Their names are What and Where and When
            And How and Where and Who.
          I send them over land and sea,
            I send them east and west;
          But after they have worked for me,
            _I_ give them all a rest.

            _I_ let them rest from nine till five.
          For I am busy then,
            As well as breakfast, lunch, and tea,
          For they are hungry men:
            But different folk have different views;
          I know a person small--
            She keeps ten million serving-men,
          Who get no rest at all!
            She sends 'em abroad on her own affairs,
          From the second she opens her eyes--
            One million Hows, two million Wheres,
          And seven million Whys!

[Illustration: The Sing-song of Old Man Kangaroo]




THE SING-SONG OF OLD MAN KANGAROO


NOT always was the Kangaroo as now we do behold him, but a Different
Animal with four short legs. He was grey and he was woolly, and his
pride was inordinate: he danced on an outcrop in the middle of
Australia, and he went to the Little God Nqa.

He went to Nqa at six before breakfast, saying, 'Make me different from
all other animals by five this afternoon.'

Up jumped Nqa from his seat on the sand-flat and shouted, 'Go away!'

He was grey and he was woolly, and his pride was inordinate: he danced
on a rock-ledge in the middle of Australia, and he went to the Middle
God Nquing.

He went to Nquing at eight after breakfast, saying, 'Make me different
from all other animals; make me, also, wonderfully popular by five this
afternoon.'

Up jumped Nquing from his burrow in the spinifex and shouted, 'Go away!'

He was grey and he was woolly, and his pride was inordinate: he danced
on a sandbank in the middle of Australia, and he went to the Big God
Nqong.

He went to Nqong at ten before dinner-time, saying, 'Make me different
from all other animals; make me popular and wonderfully run after by
five this afternoon.'

Up jumped Nqong from his bath in the salt-pan and shouted, 'Yes, I
will!'

Nqong called Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--always hungry, dusty in the
sunshine, and showed him Kangaroo. Nqong said, 'Dingo! Wake up, Dingo!
Do you see that gentleman dancing on an ashpit? He wants to be popular
and very truly run after. Dingo, make him so!'

Up jumped Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--and said, 'What, _that_ cat-rabbit?'

Off ran Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--always hungry, grinning like a
coal-scuttle,--ran after Kangaroo.

Off went the proud Kangaroo on his four little legs like a bunny.

This, O Beloved of mine, ends the first part of the tale!

He ran through the desert; he ran through the mountains; he ran through
the salt-pans; he ran through the reed-beds; he ran through the blue
gums; he ran through the spinifex; he ran till his front legs ached.

He had to!

Still ran Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--always hungry, grinning like a
rat-trap, never getting nearer, never getting farther,--ran after
Kangaroo.

He had to!

Still ran Kangaroo--Old Man Kangaroo. He ran through the ti-trees; he
ran through the mulga; he ran through the long grass; he ran through the
short grass; he ran through the Tropics of Capricorn and Cancer; he ran
till his hind legs ached.

He had to!

[Illustration: THIS is a picture of Old Man Kangaroo when he was the
Different Animal with four short legs. I have drawn him grey and woolly,
and you can see that he is very proud because he has a wreath of flowers
in his hair. He is dancing on an outcrop (that means a ledge of rock) in
the middle of Australia at six o'clock before breakfast. You can see
that it is six o'clock, because the sun is just getting up. The thing
with the ears and the open mouth is Little God Nqa. Nqa is very much
surprised, because he has never seen a Kangaroo dance like that before.
Little God Nqa is just saying, 'Go away,' but the Kangaroo is so busy
dancing that he has not heard him yet.

The Kangaroo hasn't any real name except Boomer. He lost it because
he was so proud.]

Still ran Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--hungrier and hungrier, grinning like
a horse-collar, never getting nearer, never getting farther; and they
came to the Wollgong River.

Now, there wasn't any bridge, and there wasn't any ferry-boat, and
Kangaroo didn't know how to get over; so he stood on his legs and
hopped.

He had to!

He hopped through the Flinders; he hopped through the Cinders; he hopped
through the deserts in the middle of Australia. He hopped like a
Kangaroo.

First he hopped one yard; then he hopped three yards; then he hopped
five yards; his legs growing stronger; his legs growing longer. He
hadn't any time for rest or refreshment, and he wanted them very much.

Still ran Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo--very much bewildered, very much
hungry, and wondering what in the world or out of it made Old Man
Kangaroo hop.

For he hopped like a cricket; like a pea in a saucepan; or a new rubber
ball on a nursery floor.

He had to!

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of Old Man Kangaroo at five in the
afternoon, when he had got his beautiful hind legs just as Big God Nqong
had promised. You can see that it is five o'clock, because Big God
Nqong's pet tame clock says so. That is Nqong, in his bath, sticking his
feet out. Old Man Kangaroo is being rude to Yellow-Dog Dingo. Yellow-Dog
Dingo has been trying to catch Kangaroo all across Australia. You can
see the marks of Kangaroo's big new feet running ever so far back over
the bare hills. Yellow-Dog Dingo is drawn black, because I am not
allowed to paint these pictures with real colours out of the paint-box;
and besides, Yellow-Dog Dingo got dreadfully black and dusty after
running through the Flinders and the Cinders.

I don't know the names of the flowers growing round Nqong's bath. The
two little squatty things out in the desert are the other two gods that
Old Man Kangaroo spoke to early in the morning. That thing with the
letters on it is Old Man Kangaroo's pouch. He had to have a pouch just
as he had to have legs.]

He tucked up his front legs; he hopped on his hind legs; he stuck out
his tail for a balance-weight behind him; and he hopped through the
Darling Downs.

He had to!

Still ran Dingo--Tired-Dog Dingo--hungrier and hungrier, very much
bewildered, and wondering when in the world or out of it would Old Man
Kangaroo stop.

Then came Nqong from his bath in the salt-pans, and said, 'It's five
o'clock.'

Down sat Dingo--Poor Dog Dingo--always hungry, dusky in the sunshine;
hung out his tongue and howled.

Down sat Kangaroo--Old Man Kangaroo--stuck out his tail like a
milking-stool behind him, and said, 'Thank goodness _that's_ finished!'

Then said Nqong, who is always a gentleman, 'Why aren't you grateful to
Yellow-Dog Dingo? Why don't you thank him for all he has done for you?'

Then said Kangaroo--Tired Old Kangaroo--'He's chased me out of the
homes of my childhood; he's chased me out of my regular meal-times; he's
altered my shape so I'll never get it back; and he's played Old Scratch
with my legs.'

Then said Nqong, 'Perhaps I'm mistaken, but didn't you ask me to make
you different from all other animals, as well as to make you very truly
sought after? And now it is five o'clock.'

'Yes,' said Kangaroo. 'I wish that I hadn't. I thought you would do it
by charms and incantations, but this is a practical joke.'

'Joke!' said Nqong from his bath in the blue gums. 'Say that again and
I'll whistle up Dingo and run your hind legs off.'

'No,' said the Kangaroo. 'I must apologise. Legs are legs, and you
needn't alter 'em so far as I am concerned. I only meant to explain to
Your Lordliness that I've had nothing to eat since morning, and I'm very
empty indeed.'

'Yes,' said Dingo--Yellow-Dog Dingo,--'I am just in the same situation.
I've made him different from all other animals; but what may I have for
my tea?'

Then said Nqong from his bath in the salt-pan, 'Come and ask me about
it to-morrow, because I'm going to wash.'

So they were left in the middle of Australia, Old Man Kangaroo and
Yellow-Dog Dingo, and each said, 'That's _your_ fault.'

      THIS is the mouth-filling song
      Of the race that was run by a Boomer,
      Run in a single burst--only event of its kind--
      Started by big God Nqong from Warrigaborrigarooma,
      Old Man Kangaroo first: Yellow-Dog Dingo behind.

      Kangaroo bounded away,
      His back-legs working like pistons--
      Bounded from morning till dark,
      Twenty-five feet to a bound.
      Yellow-Dog Dingo lay
      Like a yellow cloud in the distance--
      Much too busy to bark.
      My! but they covered the ground!

      Nobody knows where they went,
      Or followed the track that they flew in,
      For that Continent
      Hadn't been given a name.
      They ran thirty degrees,
      From Torres Straits to the Leeuwin
      (Look at the Atlas, please),
      And they ran back as they came.

      S'posing you could trot
      From Adelaide to the Pacific,
      For an afternoon's run--
      Half what these gentlemen did--
      You would feel rather hot,
      But your legs would develop terrific--
      Yes, my importunate son,
      You'd be a Marvellous Kid!

[Illustration: The Beginning of the Armadillos]




THE BEGINNING OF THE ARMADILLOS


THIS, O Best Beloved, is another story of the High and Far-Off Times. In
the very middle of those times was a Stickly-Prickly Hedgehog, and he
lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon, eating shelly snails and
things. And he had a friend, a Slow-Solid Tortoise, who lived on the
banks of the turbid Amazon, eating green lettuces and things. And so
_that_ was all right, Best Beloved. Do you see?

But also, and at the same time, in those High and Far-Off Times, there
was a Painted Jaguar, and he lived on the banks of the turbid Amazon
too; and he ate everything that he could catch. When he could not catch
deer or monkeys he would eat frogs and beetles; and when he could not
catch frogs and beetles he went to his Mother Jaguar, and she told him
how to eat hedgehogs and tortoises.

She said to him ever so many times, graciously waving her tail, 'My son,
when you find a Hedgehog you must drop him into the water and then he
will uncoil, and when you catch a Tortoise you must scoop him out of his
shell with your paw.' And so that was all right, Best Beloved.

One beautiful night on the banks of the turbid Amazon, Painted Jaguar
found Stickly-Prickly Hedgehog and Slow-Solid Tortoise sitting under the
trunk of a fallen tree. They could not run away, and so Stickly-Prickly
curled himself up into a ball, because he was a Hedgehog, and Slow-Solid
Tortoise drew in his head and feet into his shell as far as they would
go, because he was a Tortoise; and so _that_ was all right, Best
Beloved. Do you see?

'Now attend to me,' said Painted Jaguar, 'because this is very
important. My mother said that when I meet a Hedgehog I am to drop him
into the water and then he will uncoil, and when I meet a Tortoise I am
to scoop him out of his shell with my paw. Now which of you is Hedgehog
and which is Tortoise? because to save my spots, I can't tell.'

'Are you sure of what your Mummy told you?' said Stickly-Prickly
Hedgehog. 'Are you quite sure? Perhaps she said that when you uncoil a
Tortoise you must shell him out of the water with a scoop, and when you
paw a Hedgehog you must drop him on the shell.'

'Are you sure of what your Mummy told you?' said Slow-and-Solid
Tortoise. 'Are you quite sure? Perhaps she said that when you water a
Hedgehog you must drop him into your paw, and when you meet a Tortoise
you must shell him till he uncoils.'

'I don't think it was at all like that,' said Painted Jaguar, but he
felt a little puzzled; 'but, please, say it again more distinctly.'

'When you scoop water with your paw you uncoil it with a Hedgehog,' said
Stickly-Prickly. 'Remember that, because it's important.'

'_But_,' said the Tortoise, 'when you paw your meat you drop it into a
Tortoise with a scoop. Why can't you understand?'

[Illustration: THIS is an inciting map of the Turbid Amazon done in
Red and Black. It hasn't anything to do with the story except that there
are two Armadillos in it--up by the top. The inciting part are the
adventures that happened to the men who went along the road marked in
red. I meant to draw Armadillos when I began the map, and I meant to
draw manatees and spider-tailed monkeys and big snakes and lots of
Jaguars, but it was more inciting to do the map and the venturesome
adventures in red. You begin at the bottom left-hand corner and follow
the little arrows all about, and then you come quite round again to
where the adventuresome people went home in a ship called the _Royal
Tiger_. This is a most adventuresome picture, and all the adventures are
told about in writing, so you can be quite sure which is an adventure
and which is a tree or a boat.]

'You are making my spots ache,' said Painted Jaguar; 'and besides, I
didn't want your advice at all. I only wanted to know which of you is
Hedgehog and which is Tortoise.'

'I shan't tell you,' said Stickly-Prickly, 'but you can scoop me out of
my shell if you like.'

'Aha!' said Painted Jaguar. 'Now I know you're Tortoise. You thought I
wouldn't! Now I will.' Painted Jaguar darted out his paddy-paw just as
Stickly-Prickly curled himself up, and of course Jaguar's paddy-paw was
just filled with prickles. Worse than that, he knocked Stickly-Prickly
away and away into the woods and the bushes, where it was too dark to
find him. Then he put his paddy-paw into his mouth, and of course the
prickles hurt him worse than ever. As soon as he could speak he said,
'Now I know he isn't Tortoise at all. But'--and then he scratched his
head with his un-prickly paw--'how do I know that this other is
Tortoise?'

'But I _am_ Tortoise,' said Slow-and-Solid. 'Your mother was quite
right. She said that you were to scoop me out of my shell with your paw.
Begin.'

'You didn't say she said that a minute ago,' said Painted Jaguar,
sucking the prickles out of his paddy-paw. 'You said she said something
quite different.'

'Well, suppose you say that I said that she said something quite
different, I don't see that it makes any difference; because if she said
what you said I said she said, it's just the same as if I said what she
said she said. On the other hand, if you think she said that you were to
uncoil me with a scoop, instead of pawing me into drops with a shell, I
can't help that, can I?'

'But you said you wanted to be scooped out of your shell with my paw,'
said Painted Jaguar.

'If you'll think again you'll find that I didn't say anything of the
kind. I said that your mother said that you were to scoop me out of my
shell,' said Slow-and-Solid.

'What will happen if I do?' said the Jaguar most sniffily and most
cautious.

'I don't know, because I've never been scooped out of my shell before;
but I tell you truly, if you want to see me swim away you've only got to
drop me into the water.'

'I don't believe it,' said Painted Jaguar. 'You've mixed up all the
things my mother told me to do with the things that you asked me whether
I was sure that she didn't say, till I don't know whether I'm on my head
or my painted tail; and now you come and tell me something I _can_
understand, and it makes me more mixy than before. My mother told me
that I was to drop one of you two into the water, and as you seem so
anxious to be dropped I think you don't want to be dropped. So jump into
the turbid Amazon and be quick about it.'

'I warn you that your Mummy won't be pleased. Don't tell her I didn't
tell you,' said Slow-Solid.

'If you say another word about what my mother said--' the Jaguar
answered, but he had not finished the sentence before Slow-and-Solid
quietly dived into the turbid Amazon, swam under water for a long way,
and came out on the bank where Stickly-Prickly was waiting for him.

'That was a very narrow escape,' said Stickly-Prickly. 'I don't like
Painted Jaguar. What did you tell him that you were?'

'I told him truthfully that I was a truthful Tortoise, but he wouldn't
believe it, and he made me jump into the river to see if I was, and I
was, and he is surprised. Now he's gone to tell his Mummy. Listen to
him!'

They could hear Painted Jaguar roaring up and down among the trees and
the bushes by the side of the turbid Amazon, till his Mummy came.

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving her
tail, 'what have you been doing that you shouldn't have done?'

'I tried to scoop something that said it wanted to be scooped out of its
shell with my paw, and my paw is full of per-ickles,' said Painted
Jaguar.

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving her
tail, 'by the prickles in your paddy-paw I see that that must have been
a Hedgehog. You should have dropped him into the water.'

'I did that to the other thing; and he said he was a Tortoise, and I
didn't believe him, and it was quite true, and he has dived under the
turbid Amazon, and he won't come up again, and I haven't anything at all
to eat, and I think we had better find lodgings somewhere else. They are
too clever on the turbid Amazon for poor me!'

'Son, son!' said his mother ever so many times, graciously waving her
tail, 'now attend to me and remember what I say. A Hedgehog curls
himself up into a ball and his prickles stick out every which way at
once. By this you may know the Hedgehog.'

'I don't like this old lady one little bit,' said Stickly-Prickly, under
the shadow of a large leaf. 'I wonder what else she knows?'

'A Tortoise can't curl himself up,' Mother Jaguar went on, ever so many
times, graciously waving her tail. 'He only draws his head and legs into
his shell. By this you may know the Tortoise.'

'I don't like this old lady at all--at all,' said Slow-and-Solid
Tortoise. 'Even Painted Jaguar can't forget those directions. It's a
great pity that you can't swim, Stickly-Prickly.'

'Don't talk to me,' said Stickly-Prickly. 'Just think how much better it
would be if you could curl up. This _is_ a mess! Listen to Painted
Jaguar.'

Painted Jaguar was sitting on the banks of the turbid Amazon sucking
prickles out of his paws and saying to himself--

          'Can't curl, but can swim--
          Slow-Solid, that's him!
          Curls up, but can't swim--
          Stickly-Prickly, that's him!'

'He'll never forget that this month of Sundays,' said Stickly-Prickly.
'Hold up my chin, Slow-and-Solid. I'm going to try to learn to swim. It
may be useful.'

'Excellent!' said Slow-and-Solid; and he held up Stickly-Prickly's chin,
while Stickly-Prickly kicked in the waters of the turbid Amazon.

'You'll make a fine swimmer yet,' said Slow-and-Solid. 'Now, if you can
unlace my back-plates a little, I'll see what I can do towards curling
up. It may be useful.'

Stickly-Prickly helped to unlace Tortoise's back-plates, so that by
twisting and straining Slow-and-Solid actually managed to curl up a
tiddy wee bit.

'Excellent!' said Stickly-Prickly; 'but I shouldn't do any more just
now. It's making you black in the face. Kindly lead me into the water
once again and I'll practise that side-stroke which you say is so easy.'
And so Stickly-Prickly practised, and Slow-Solid swam alongside.

'Excellent!' said Slow-and-Solid. 'A little more practice will make you
a regular whale. Now, if I may trouble you to unlace my back and front
plates two holes more, I'll try that fascinating bend that you say is so
easy. Won't Painted Jaguar be surprised!'

'Excellent!' said Stickly-Prickly, all wet from the turbid Amazon. 'I
declare, I shouldn't know you from one of my own family. Two holes, I
think, you said? A little more expression, please, and don't grunt quite
so much, or Painted Jaguar may hear us. When you've finished, I want to
try that long dive which you say is so easy. Won't Painted Jaguar be
surprised!'

And so Stickly-Prickly dived, and Slow-and-Solid dived alongside.

'Excellent!' said Slow-and-Solid. 'A leetle more attention to holding
your breath and you will be able to keep house at the bottom of the
turbid Amazon. Now I'll try that exercise of wrapping my hind legs round
my ears which you say is so peculiarly comfortable. Won't Painted Jaguar
be surprised!'

'Excellent!' said Stickly-Prickly. 'But it's straining your back-plates
a little. They are all overlapping now, instead of lying side by side.'

'Oh, that's the result of exercise,' said Slow-and-Solid. 'I've noticed
that your prickles seem to be melting into one another, and that you're
growing to look rather more like a pine-cone, and less like a
chestnut-burr, than you used to.'

'Am I?' said Stickly-Prickly. 'That comes from my soaking in the water.
Oh, won't Painted Jaguar be surprised!'

They went on with their exercises, each helping the other, till morning
came; and when the sun was high they rested and dried themselves. Then
they saw that they were both of them quite different from what they had
been.

'Stickly-Prickly,' said Tortoise after breakfast, 'I am not what I was
yesterday; but I think that I may yet amuse Painted Jaguar.'

'That was the very thing I was thinking just now,' said Stickly-Prickly.
'I think scales are a tremendous improvement on prickles--to say nothing
of being able to swim. Oh, _won't_ Painted Jaguar be surprised! Let's go
and find him.'

By and by they found Painted Jaguar, still nursing his paddy-paw that
had been hurt the night before. He was so astonished that he fell three
times backward over his own painted tail without stopping.

'Good morning!' said Stickly-Prickly. 'And how is your dear gracious
Mummy this morning?'

'She is quite well, thank you,' said Painted Jaguar; 'but you must
forgive me if I do not at this precise moment recall your name.'

'That's unkind of you,' said Stickly-Prickly, 'seeing that this time
yesterday you tried to scoop me out of my shell with your paw.'

'But you hadn't any shell. It was all prickles,' said Painted Jaguar. 'I
know it was. Just look at my paw!'

'You told me to drop into the turbid Amazon and be drowned,' said
Slow-Solid. 'Why are you so rude and forgetful to-day?'

'Don't you remember what your mother told you?' said Stickly-Prickly,--

          'Can't curl, but can swim--
          Stickly-Prickly, that's him!
          Curls up, but can't swim--
          Slow-Solid, that's him!'

Then they both curled themselves up and rolled round and round Painted
Jaguar till his eyes turned truly cart-wheels in his head.

Then he went to fetch his mother.

[Illustration: THIS is a picture of the whole story of the Jaguar and
the Hedgehog and the Tortoise _and_ the Armadillo all in a heap. It
looks rather the same any way you turn it. The Tortoise is in the
middle, learning how to bend, and that is why the shelly plates on his
back are so spread apart. He is standing on the Hedgehog, who is waiting
to learn how to swim. The Hedgehog is a Japanesy Hedgehog, because I
couldn't find our own Hedgehogs in the garden when I wanted to draw
them. (It was daytime, and they had gone to bed under the dahlias.)
Speckly Jaguar is looking over the edge, with his paddy-paw carefully
tied up by his mother, because he pricked himself scooping the Hedgehog.
He is much surprised to see what the Tortoise is doing, and his paw is
hurting him. The snouty thing with the little eye that Speckly Jaguar is
trying to climb over is the Armadillo that the Tortoise and the Hedgehog
are going to turn into when they have finished bending and swimming. It
is all a magic picture, and that is one of the reasons why I haven't
drawn the Jaguar's whiskers. The other reason was that he was so young
that his whiskers had not grown. The Jaguar's pet name with his Mummy
was Doffles.]

'Mother,' he said, 'there are two new animals in the woods to-day,
and the one that you said couldn't swim, swims, and the one that you
said couldn't curl up, curls; and they've gone shares in their prickles,
I think, because both of them are scaly all over, instead of one being
smooth and the other very prickly; and, besides that, they are rolling
round and round in circles, and I don't feel comfy.'

'Son, son!' said Mother Jaguar ever so many times, graciously waving her
tail, 'a Hedgehog is a Hedgehog, and can't be anything but a Hedgehog;
and a Tortoise is a Tortoise, and can never be anything else.'

'But it isn't a Hedgehog, and it isn't a Tortoise. It's a little bit of
both, and I don't know its proper name.'

'Nonsense!' said Mother Jaguar. 'Everything has its proper name. I
should call it "Armadillo" till I found out the real one. And I should
leave it alone.'

So Painted Jaguar did as he was told, especially about leaving them
alone; but the curious thing is that from that day to this, O Best
Beloved, no one on the banks of the turbid Amazon has ever called
Stickly-Prickly and Slow-Solid anything except Armadillo. There are
Hedgehogs and Tortoises in other places, of course (there are some in my
garden); but the real old and clever kind, with their scales lying
lippety-lappety one over the other, like pine-cone scales, that lived on
the banks of the turbid Amazon in the High and Far-Off Days, are always
called Armadillos, because they were so clever.

So _that's_ all right, Best Beloved. Do you see?

[Illustration]


          I'VE never sailed the Amazon,
            I've never reached Brazil;
          But the _Don_ and _Magdalena_,
            They can go there when they will!

                        Yes, weekly from Southampton,
                        Great steamers, white and gold,
                        Go rolling down to Rio
                        (Roll down--roll down to Rio!)
                        And I'd like to roll to Rio
                        Some day before I'm old!

          I've never seen a Jaguar,
            Nor yet an Armadill--
          O dilloing in his armour,
            And I s'pose I never will,

                        Unless I go to Rio
                        These wonders to behold--
                        Roll down--roll down to Rio--
                        Roll really down to Rio!
                        Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio
                        Some day before I'm old!

[Illustration: How the First Letter Was Written]




HOW THE FIRST LETTER WAS WRITTEN


ONCE upon a most early time was a Neolithic man. He was not a Jute or
an Angle, or even a Dravidian, which he might well have been, Best
Beloved, but never mind why. He was a Primitive, and he lived cavily in
a Cave, and he wore very few clothes, and he couldn't read and he
couldn't write and he didn't want to, and except when he was hungry he
was quite happy. His name was Tegumai Bopsulai, and that means,
'Man-who-does-not-put-his-foot-forward-in-a-hurry'; but we, O Best
Beloved, will call him Tegumai, for short. And his wife's name was
Teshumai Tewindrow, and that means, 'Lady-who-asks-a-very-many-questions';
but we, O Best Beloved, will call her Teshumai, for short. And his little
girl-daughter's name was Taffimai Metallumai, and that means,
'Small-person-without-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked'; but I'm
going to call her Taffy. And she was Tegumai Bopsulai's Best Beloved and
her own Mummy's Best Beloved, and she was not spanked half as much as
was good for her; and they were all three very happy. As soon as Taffy
could run about she went everywhere with her Daddy Tegumai, and
sometimes they would not come home to the Cave till they were hungry,
and then Teshumai Tewindrow would say, 'Where in the world have you two
been to, to get so shocking dirty? Really, my Tegumai, you're no better
than my Taffy.'

Now attend and listen!

One day Tegumai Bopsulai went down through the beaver-swamp to the
Wagai river to spear carp-fish for dinner, and Taffy went too. Tegumai's
spear was made of wood with shark's teeth at the end, and before he had
caught any fish at all he accidentally broke it clean across by jabbing
it down too hard on the bottom of the river. They were miles and miles
from home (of course they had their lunch with them in a little bag),
and Tegumai had forgotten to bring any extra spears.

'Here's a pretty kettle of fish!' said Tegumai. 'It will take me half
the day to mend this.'

'There's your big black spear at home,' said Taffy. 'Let me run back to
the Cave and ask Mummy to give it me.'

'It's too far for your little fat legs,' said Tegumai. 'Besides, you
might fall into the beaver-swamp and be drowned. We must make the best
of a bad job.' He sat down and took out a little leather mendy-bag, full
of reindeer-sinews and strips of leather, and lumps of bee's-wax and
resin, and began to mend the spear. Taffy sat down too, with her toes in
the water and her chin in her hand, and thought very hard. Then she
said--

'I say, Daddy, it's an awful nuisance that you and I don't know how to
write, isn't it? If we did we could send a message for the new spear.'

'Taffy,' said Tegumai, 'how often have I told you not to use slang?
"Awful" isn't a pretty word,--but it _would_ be a convenience, now you
mention it, if we could write home.'

Just then a Stranger-man came along the river, but he belonged to a far
tribe, the Tewaras, and he did not understand one word of Tegumai's
language. He stood on the bank and smiled at Taffy, because he had a
little girl-daughter of his own at home. Tegumai drew a hank of
deer-sinews from his mendy-bag and began to mend his spear.

'Come here,' said Taffy. 'Do you know where my Mummy lives?' And the
Stranger-man said 'Um!'--being, as you know, a Tewara.

'Silly!' said Taffy, and she stamped her foot, because she saw a shoal
of very big carp going up the river just when her Daddy couldn't use his
spear.

'Don't bother grown-ups,' said Tegumai, so busy with his spear-mending
that he did not turn round.

'I aren't,' said Taffy. 'I only want him to do what I want him to do,
and he won't understand.'

'Then don't bother me,' said Tegumai, and he went on pulling and
straining at the deer-sinews with his mouth full of loose ends. The
Stranger-man--a genuine Tewara he was--sat down on the grass, and Taffy
showed him what her Daddy was doing. The Stranger-man thought, 'This is
a very wonderful child. She stamps her foot at me and she makes faces.
She must be the daughter of that noble Chief who is so great that he
won't take any notice of me.' So he smiled more politely than ever.

'Now,' said Taffy, 'I want you to go to my Mummy, because your legs are
longer than mine, and you won't fall into the beaver-swamp, and ask for
Daddy's other spear--the one with the black handle that hangs over our
fireplace.'

The Stranger-man (_and_ he was a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very, very
wonderful child. She waves her arms and she shouts at me, but I don't
understand a word of what she says. But if I don't do what she wants, I
greatly fear that that haughty Chief, Man-who-turns-his-back-on-callers,
will be angry.' He got up and twisted a big flat piece of bark off a
birch-tree and gave it to Taffy. He did this, Best Beloved, to show that
his heart was as white as the birch-bark and that he meant no harm; but
Taffy didn't quite understand.

'Oh!' said she. 'Now I see! You want my Mummy's living address? Of
course I can't write, but I can draw pictures if I've anything sharp to
scratch with. Please lend me the shark's tooth off your necklace.'

The Stranger-man (and _he_ was a Tewara) didn't say anything, so Taffy
put up her little hand and pulled at the beautiful bead and seed and
shark-tooth necklace round his neck.

The Stranger-man (and he _was_ a Tewara) thought, 'This is a very,
very, very wonderful child. The shark's tooth on my necklace is a
magic shark's tooth, and I was always told that if anybody touched
it without my leave they would immediately swell up or burst, but
this child doesn't swell up or burst, and that important Chief,
Man-who-attends-strictly-to-his-business, who has not yet taken any
notice of me at all, doesn't seem to be afraid that she will swell up or
burst. I had better be more polite.'

So he gave Taffy the shark's tooth, and she lay down flat on her tummy
with her legs in the air, like some people on the drawing-room floor
when they want to draw pictures, and she said, 'Now I'll draw you some
beautiful pictures! You can look over my shoulder, but you mustn't
joggle. First I'll draw Daddy fishing. It isn't very like him; but Mummy
will know, because I've drawn his spear all broken. Well, now I'll draw
the other spear that he wants, the black-handled spear. It looks as if
it was sticking in Daddy's back, but that's because the shark's tooth
slipped and this piece of bark isn't big enough. That's the spear I want
you to fetch; so I'll draw a picture of me myself 'splaining to you. My
hair doesn't stand up like I've drawn, but it's easier to draw that way.
Now I'll draw you. _I_ think you're very nice really, but I can't make
you pretty in the picture, so you mustn't be 'fended. Are you 'fended?'

The Stranger-man (and he was _a_ Tewara) smiled. He thought, 'There must
be a big battle going to be fought somewhere, and this extraordinary
child, who takes my magic shark's tooth but who does not swell up or
burst, is telling me to call all the great Chief's tribe to help him. He
_is_ a great Chief, or he would have noticed me.'

'Look,' said Taffy, drawing very hard and rather scratchily, 'now I've
drawn you, and I've put the spear that Daddy wants into your hand, just
to remind you that you're to bring it. Now I'll show you how to find my
Mummy's living-address. You go along till you come to two trees (those
are trees), and then you go over a hill (that's a hill), and then you
come into a beaver-swamp all full of beavers. I haven't put in all the
beavers, because I can't draw beavers, but I've drawn their heads, and
that's all you'll see of them when you cross the swamp. Mind you don't
fall in! Then our Cave is just beyond the beaver-swamp. It isn't as high
as the hills really, but I can't draw things very small. That's my Mummy
outside. She is beautiful. She is the most beautifullest Mummy there
ever was, but she won't be 'fended when she sees I've drawn her so
plain. She'll be pleased of me because I can draw. Now, in case you
forget, I've drawn the spear that Daddy wants _outside_ our Cave. It's
_inside_ really, but you show the picture to my Mummy and she'll give it
you. I've made her holding up her hands, because I know she'll be so
pleased to see you. Isn't it a beautiful picture? And do you quite
understand, or shall I 'splain again?'

The Stranger-man (and he was a _Tewara_) looked at the picture and
nodded very hard. He said to himself, 'If I do not fetch this great
Chief's tribe to help him, he will be slain by his enemies who are
coming up on all sides with spears. Now I see why the great Chief
pretended not to notice me! He feared that his enemies were hiding in
the bushes and would see him deliver a message to me. Therefore he
turned his back, and let the wise and wonderful child draw the terrible
picture showing me his difficulties. I will away and get help for him
from his tribe.' He did not even ask Taffy the road, but raced off into
the bushes like the wind, with the birch-bark in his hand, and Taffy sat
down most pleased.

Now this is the picture that Taffy had drawn for him!

[Illustration]

'What have you been doing, Taffy?' said Tegumai. He had mended his spear
and was carefully waving it to and fro.

'It's a little berangement of my own, Daddy dear,' said Taffy. 'If you
won't ask me questions, you'll know all about it in a little time, and
you'll be surprised. You don't know how surprised you'll be, Daddy!
Promise you'll be surprised.'

'Very well,' said Tegumai, and went on fishing.

The Stranger-man--did you know he was a Tewara?--hurried away with the
picture and ran for some miles, till quite by accident he found Teshumai
Tewindrow at the door of her Cave, talking to some other Neolithic
ladies who had come in to a Primitive lunch. Taffy was very like
Teshumai, especially about the upper part of the face and the eyes, so
the Stranger-man--always a pure Tewara--smiled politely and handed
Teshumai the birch-bark. He had run hard, so that he panted, and his
legs were scratched with brambles, but he still tried to be polite.

As soon as Teshumai saw the picture she screamed like anything and flew
at the Stranger-man. The other Neolithic ladies at once knocked him down
and sat on him in a long line of six, while Teshumai pulled his hair.
'It's as plain as the nose on this Stranger-man's face,' she said. 'He
has stuck my Tegumai all full of spears, and frightened poor Taffy so
that her hair stands all on end; and not content with that, he brings me
a horrid picture of how it was done. Look!' She showed the picture to
all the Neolithic ladies sitting patiently on the Stranger-man. 'Here is
my Tegumai with his arm broken; here is a spear sticking into his back;
here is a man with a spear ready to throw; here is another man throwing
a spear from a Cave, and here are a whole pack of people' (they were
Taffy's beavers really, but they did look rather like people) 'coming up
behind Tegumai. Isn't it shocking!'

'Most shocking!' said the Neolithic ladies, and they filled the
Stranger-man's hair with mud (at which he was surprised), and they beat
upon the Reverberating Tribal Drums, and called together all the chiefs
of the Tribe of Tegumai, with their Hetmans and Dolmans, all Neguses,
Woons, and Akhoonds of the organisation, in addition to the Warlocks,
Angekoks, Juju-men, Bonzes, and the rest, who decided that before they
chopped the Stranger-man's head off he should instantly lead them down
to the river and show them where he had hidden poor Taffy.

By this time the Stranger-man (in spite of being a Tewara) was really
annoyed. They had filled his hair quite solid with mud; they had rolled
him up and down on knobby pebbles; they had sat upon him in a long line
of six; they had thumped him and bumped him till he could hardly
breathe; and though he did not understand their language, he was almost
sure that the names the Neolithic ladies called him were not ladylike.
However, he said nothing till all the Tribe of Tegumai were assembled,
and then he led them back to the bank of the Wagai river, and there they
found Taffy making daisy-chains, and Tegumai carefully spearing small
carp with his mended spear.

'Well, you _have_ been quick!' said Taffy. 'But why did you bring so
many people? Daddy dear, this is my surprise. _Are_ you surprised,
Daddy?'

'Very,' said Tegumai; 'but it has ruined all my fishing for the day.
Why, the whole dear, kind, nice, clean, quiet Tribe is here, Taffy.'

And so they were. First of all walked Teshumai Tewindrow and the
Neolithic ladies, tightly holding on to the Stranger-man, whose hair was
full of mud (although he was a Tewara). Behind them came the Head Chief,
the Vice-Chief, the Deputy and Assistant Chiefs (all armed to the upper
teeth), the Hetmans and Heads of Hundreds, Platoffs with their Platoons,
and Dolmans with their Detachments; Woons, Neguses, and Akhoonds ranking
in the rear (still armed to the teeth). Behind them was the Tribe in
hierarchical order, from owners of four caves (one for each season), a
private reindeer-run, and two salmon-leaps, to feudal and prognathous
Villeins, semi-entitled to half a bearskin of winter nights, seven yards
from the fire, and adscript serfs, holding the reversion of a scraped
marrow-bone under heriot (Aren't those beautiful words, Best Beloved?).
They were all there, prancing and shouting, and they frightened every
fish for twenty miles, and Tegumai thanked them in a fluid Neolithic
oration.

Then Teshumai Tewindrow ran down and kissed and hugged Taffy very much
indeed; but the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai took Tegumai by the
top-knot feathers and shook him severely.

'Explain! Explain! Explain!' cried all the Tribe of Tegumai.

'Goodness' sakes alive!' said Tegumai. 'Let go of my top-knot. Can't a
man break his carp-spear without the whole countryside descending on
him? You're a very interfering people.'

'I don't believe you've brought my Daddy's black-handled spear after
all,' said Taffy. 'And what _are_ you doing to my nice Stranger-man?'

They were thumping him by twos and threes and tens till his eyes turned
round and round. He could only gasp and point at Taffy.

'Where are the bad people who speared you, my darling?' said Teshumai
Tewindrow.

'There weren't any,' said Tegumai. 'My only visitor this morning was the
poor fellow that you are trying to choke. Aren't you well, or are you
ill, O Tribe of Tegumai?'

'He came with a horrible picture,' said the Head Chief,--'a picture that
showed you were full of spears.'

'Er--um--Pr'aps I'd better 'splain that I gave him that picture,' said
Taffy, but she did not feel quite comfy.

'You!' said the Tribe of Tegumai all together.
'Small-person-with-no-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked! You?'

'Taffy dear, I'm afraid we're in for a little trouble,' said her Daddy,
and put his arm round her, so she didn't care.

'Explain! Explain! Explain!' said the Head Chief of the Tribe of
Tegumai, and he hopped on one foot.

'I wanted the Stranger-man to fetch Daddy's spear, so I drawded it,'
said Taffy. 'There wasn't lots of spears. There was only one spear. I
drawded it three times to make sure. I couldn't help it looking as if it
stuck into Daddy's head--there wasn't room on the birch-bark; and those
things that Mummy called bad people are my beavers. I drawded them to
show him the way through the swamp; and I drawded Mummy at the mouth of
the Cave looking pleased because he is a nice Stranger-man, and _I_
think you are just the stupidest people in the world,' said Taffy. 'He
is a very nice man. Why have you filled his hair with mud? Wash him!'

Nobody said anything at all for a long time, till the Head Chief
laughed; then the Stranger-man (who was at least a Tewara) laughed; then
Tegumai laughed till he fell down flat on the bank; then all the Tribe
laughed more and worse and louder. The only people who did not laugh
were Teshumai Tewindrow and all the Neolithic ladies. They were very
polite to all their husbands, and said 'idiot!' ever so often.

Then the Head Chief of the Tribe of Tegumai cried and said and sang, 'O
Small-person-without-any-manners-who-ought-to-be-spanked, you've hit
upon a great invention!'

'I didn't intend to; I only wanted Daddy's black-handled spear,' said
Taffy.

'Never mind. It _is_ a great invention, and some day men will call it
writing. At present it is only pictures, and, as we have seen to-day,
pictures are not always properly understood. But a time will come, O
Babe of Tegumai, when we shall make letters--all twenty-six of 'em,--and
when we shall be able to read as well as to write, and then we shall
always say exactly what we mean without any mistakes. Let the Neolithic
ladies wash the mud out of the stranger's hair.

'I shall be glad of that,' said Taffy, 'because, after all, though
you've brought every single other spear in the Tribe of Tegumai, you've
forgotten my Daddy's black-handled spear.'

Then the Head Chief cried and said and sang, 'Taffy dear, the next time
you write a picture-letter, you'd better send a man who can talk our
language with it, to explain what it means. I don't mind it myself,
because I am a Head Chief, but it's very bad for the rest of the Tribe
of Tegumai, and, as you can see, it surprises the stranger.'

Then they adopted the Stranger-man (a genuine Tewara of Tewar) into the
Tribe of Tegumai, because he was a gentleman and did not make a fuss
about the mud that the Neolithic ladies had put into his hair. But from
that day to this (and I suppose it is all Taffy's fault), very few
little girls have ever liked learning to read or write. Most of them
prefer to draw pictures and play about with their Daddies--just like
Taffy.

[Illustration: THIS is the story of Taffimai Metallumai carved on an
old tusk a very long time ago by the Ancient Peoples. If you read my
story, or have it read to you, you can see how it is all told out on the
tusk. The tusk was part of an old tribal trumpet that belonged to the
Tribe of Tegumai. The pictures were scratched on it with a nail or
something, and then the scratches were filled up with black wax, but all
the dividing lines and the five little rounds at the bottom were filled
with red wax. When it was new there was a sort of network of beads and
shells and precious stones at one end of it; but now that has been
broken and lost--all except the little bit that you see. The letters
round the tusk are magic--Runic magic,--and if you can read them you
will find out something rather new. The tusk is of ivory--very yellow
and scratched. It is two feet long and two feet round, and weighs eleven
pounds nine ounces.]


          THERE runs a road by Merrow Down--
            A grassy track to-day it is--
          An hour out of Guildford town,
            Above the river Wey it is.

          Here, when they heard the horse-bells ring,
            The ancient Britons dressed and rode
          To watch the dark Phoenicians bring
            Their goods along the Western Road.

          And here, or hereabouts, they met
            To hold their racial talks and such--
          To barter beads for Whitby jet,
            And tin for gay shell torques and such.

          But long and long before that time
            (When bison used to roam on it)
          Did Taffy and her Daddy climb
            That down, and had their home on it.

          Then beavers built in Broadstonebrook
            And made a swamp where Bramley stands:
          And bears from Shere would come and look
            For Taffimai where Shamley stands.

          The Wey, that Taffy called Wagai,
            Was more than six times bigger then;
          And all the Tribe of Tegumai
            They cut a noble figure then!

[Illustration: How the Alphabet Was Made]




HOW THE ALPHABET WAS MADE


THE week after Taffimai Metallumai (we will still call her Taffy, Best
Beloved) made that little mistake about her Daddy's spear and the
Stranger-man and the picture-letter and all, she went carp-fishing again
with her Daddy. Her Mummy wanted her to stay at home and help hang up
hides to dry on the big drying-poles outside their Neolithic Cave, but
Taffy slipped away down to her Daddy quite early, and they fished.
Presently she began to giggle, and her Daddy said, 'Don't be silly,
child.'

'But wasn't it inciting!' said Taffy. 'Don't you remember how the Head
Chief puffed out his cheeks, and how funny the nice Stranger-man looked
with the mud in his hair?'

'Well do I,' said Tegumai. 'I had to pay two deerskins--soft ones with
fringes--to the Stranger-man for the things we did to him.'

'_We_ didn't do anything,' said Taffy. 'It was Mummy and the other
Neolithic ladies--and the mud.'

'We won't talk about that,' said her Daddy. 'Let's have lunch.'

Taffy took a marrow-bone and sat mousy-quiet for ten whole minutes,
while her Daddy scratched on pieces of birch-bark with a shark's tooth.
Then she said, 'Daddy, I've thinked of a secret surprise. You make a
noise--any sort of noise.'

'Ah!' said Tegumai. 'Will that do to begin with?'

'Yes,' said Taffy. 'You look just like a carp-fish with its mouth open.
Say it again, please.'

'Ah! ah! ah!' said her Daddy. 'Don't be rude, my daughter.'

'I'm not meaning rude, really and truly,' said Taffy. 'It's part of my
secret-surprise-think. _Do_ say _ah_, Daddy, and keep your mouth open at
the end, and lend me that tooth. I'm going to draw a carp-fish's mouth
wide-open.'

'What for?' said her Daddy.

'Don't you see?' said Taffy, scratching away on the bark. 'That will be
our little secret s'prise. When I draw a carp-fish with his mouth open
in the smoke at the back of our Cave--if Mummy doesn't mind--it will
remind you of that ah-noise. Then we can play that it was me jumped out
of the dark and s'prised you with that noise--same as I did in the
beaver-swamp last winter.'

'Really?' said her Daddy, in the voice that grown-ups use when they are
truly attending. 'Go on, Taffy.'

[Illustration: 1]

'Oh bother!' she said. 'I can't draw all of a carp-fish, but I can draw
something that means a carp-fish's mouth. Don't you know how they stand
on their heads rooting in the mud? Well, here's a pretence carp-fish (we
can play that the rest of him is drawn). Here's just his mouth, and that
means _ah_.' And she drew this. (1.)

'That's not bad,' said Tegumai, and scratched on his own piece of bark
for himself; but you've forgotten the feeler that hangs across his
mouth.'

'But I can't draw, Daddy.'

'You needn't draw anything of him except just the opening of his mouth
and the feeler across. Then we'll know he's a carp-fish, 'cause the
perches and trouts haven't got feelers. Look here, Taffy.' And he drew
this. (2.)

[Illustration: 2]

'Now I'll copy it.' said Taffy. 'Will you understand _this_ when you see
it?' And she drew this. (3.)

[Illustration: 3]

'Perfectly,' said her Daddy. 'And I'll be quite as s'prised when I see
it anywhere, as if you had jumped out from behind a tree and said "Ah!"'

'Now, make another noise,' said Taffy, very proud.

'Yah!' said her Daddy, very loud.

'H'm,' said Taffy. 'That's a mixy noise. The end part is
_ah_-carp-fish-mouth; but what can we do about the front part?
_Yer-yer-yer_ and _ah! Ya!'_

'It's very like the carp-fish-mouth noise. Let's draw another bit of the
carp-fish and join 'em,' said her Daddy. _He_ was quite incited too.

'No. If they're joined, I'll forget. Draw it separate. Draw his tail. If
he's standing on his head the tail will come first. 'Sides, I think I
can draw tails easiest,' said Taffy.

'A good notion,' said Tegumai. 'Here's a carp-fish tail for the
_yer_-noise.' And he drew this. (4.)

[Illustration: 4]

'I'll try now,' said Taffy. ''Member I can't draw like you, Daddy. Will
it do if I just draw the split part of the tail, and the sticky-down
line for where it joins?' And she drew this. (5.)

[Illustration: 5]

Her Daddy nodded, and his eyes were shiny bright with 'citement.

'That's beautiful,' she said. 'Now make another noise, Daddy.'

'Oh!' said her Daddy, very loud.

'That's quite easy,' said Taffy. 'You make your mouth all around like an
egg or a stone. So an egg or a stone will do for that.'

'You can't always find eggs or stones. We'll have to scratch a round
something like one.' And he drew this. (6.)

[Illustration: 6]

'My gracious!' said Taffy, 'what a lot of noise-pictures we've
made,--carp-mouth, carp-tail, and egg! Now, make another noise, Daddy.'

'Ssh!' said her Daddy, and frowned to himself, but Taffy was too incited
to notice.

'That's quite easy,' she said, scratching on the bark.

'Eh, what?' said her Daddy. 'I meant I was thinking, and didn't want to
be disturbed.'

'It's a noise just the same. It's the noise a snake makes, Daddy, when
it is thinking and doesn't want to be disturbed. Let's make the
_ssh_-noise a snake. Will this do?' And she drew this. (7.)

[Illustration: 7]

'There,' she said. 'That's another s'prise-secret. When you draw a
hissy-snake by the door of your little back-cave where you mend the
spears, I'll know you're thinking hard; and I'll come in most
mousy-quiet. And if you draw it on a tree by the river when you're
fishing, I'll know you want me to walk most _most_ mousy-quiet, so as
not to shake the banks.'

'Perfectly true,' said Tegumai. 'And there's more in this game than you
think. Taffy, dear, I've a notion that your Daddy's daughter has hit
upon the finest thing that there ever was since the Tribe of Tegumai
took to using shark's teeth instead of flints for their spear-heads. I
believe we've found out _the_ big secret of the world.'

'Why?' said Taffy, and her eyes shone too with incitement.

'I'll show,' said her Daddy. 'What's water in the Tegumai language?'

'_Ya_, of course, and it means river too--like Wagai-_ya_--the Wagai
river.'

'What is bad water that gives you fever if you drink it--black
water--swamp-water?'

'_Yo_, of course.'

'Now look,' said her Daddy. 'S'pose you saw this scratched by the side
of a pool in the beaver-swamp?' And he drew this. (8.)

[Illustration: 8]

'Carp-tail and round egg. Two noises mixed! _Yo_, bad water,' said
Taffy. ''Course I wouldn't drink that water because I'd know you said it
was bad.'

'But I needn't be near the water at all. I might be miles away, hunting,
and still----'

'And _still_ it would be just the same as if you stood there and said,
"G'way, Taffy, or you'll get fever." All that in a carp-fish-tail and a
round egg! O Daddy, we must tell Mummy, quick!' and Taffy danced all
round him.

'Not yet,' said Tegumai; 'not till we've gone a little further. Let's
see. _Yo_ is bad water, but _so_ is food cooked on the fire, isn't it?'
And he drew this. (9.)

[Illustration: 9]

'Yes. Snake and egg,' said Taffy 'So that means dinner's ready. If you
saw that scratched on a tree you'd know it was time to come to the Cave.
So'd I.'

'My Winkie!' said Tegumai. 'That's true too. But wait a minute. I see a
difficulty. _So_ means "come and have dinner," but _sho_ means the
drying-poles where we hang our hides.'

'Horrid old drying-poles!' said Taffy. 'I hate helping to hang heavy,
hot, hairy hides on them. If you drew the snake and egg, and I thought
it meant dinner, and I came in from the wood and found that it meant I
was to help Mummy hang the two hides on the drying-poles, what _would_ I
do?'

'You'd be cross. So'd Mummy. We must make a new picture for _sho_. We
must draw a spotty snake that hisses _sh-sh_, and we'll play that the
plain snake only hisses _ssss_.'

'I couldn't be sure how to put in the spots,' said Taffy. 'And p'raps if
_you_ were in a hurry you might leave them out, and I'd think it was
_so_ when it was _sho_, and then Mummy would catch me just the same.
_No!_ I think we'd better draw a picture of the horrid high drying-poles
their very selves, and make _quite_ sure. I'll put them in just after
the hissy-snake. Look!' And she drew this. (10.)

[Illustration: 10]

'P'raps that's safest. It's very like our drying-poles, anyhow,' said
her Daddy, laughing. 'Now I'll make a new noise with a snake and
drying-pole sound in it. I'll say _shi_. That's Tegumai for spear,
Taffy.' And he laughed.

'Don't make fun of me,' said Taffy, as she thought of her
picture-letter and the mud in the Stranger-man's hair. '_You_ draw it,
Daddy.'

'We won't have beavers or hills this time, eh?' said her Daddy. 'I'll
just draw a straight line for my spear.' and he drew this, (11.)

[Illustration: 11]

'Even Mummy couldn't mistake that for me being killed.'

'_Please_ don't, Daddy. It makes me uncomfy. Do some more noises. We're
getting on beautifully.'

'Er-hm!' said Tegumai, looking up. 'We'll say _shu_. That means sky.'

Taffy drew the snake and the drying-pole. Then she stopped. 'We must
make a new picture for that end sound, mustn't we?'

'_Shu-shu-u-u-u!_' said her Daddy. 'Why, it's just like the
round-egg-sound made thin.'

'Then s'pose we draw a thin round egg, and pretend it's a frog that
hasn't eaten anything for years.'

'N-no,' said her Daddy. 'If we drew that in a hurry we might mistake it
for the round egg itself. _Shu-shu-shu!_ _I'll_ tell you what we'll do.
We'll open a little hole at the end of the round egg to show how the
O-noise runs out all thin, _ooo-oo-oo_. Like this.' And he drew this.
(12.)

[Illustration: 12]

'Oh, that's lovely! Much better than a thin frog. Go on,' said Taffy,
using her shark's tooth.

Her Daddy went on drawing, and his hand shook with excitement. He went
on till he had drawn this. (13.)

[Illustration: 13]

'Don't look up, Taffy,' he said. 'Try if you can make out what that
means in the Tegumai language. If you can, we've found the Secret.'

'Snake--pole--broken-egg--carp-tail and carp-mouth,' said Taffy.
'_Shu-ya._ Sky-water (rain).' Just then a drop fell on her hand, for the
day had clouded over. 'Why, Daddy, it's raining. Was _that_ what you
meant to tell me?'

'Of course,' said her Daddy. 'And I told it you without saying a word,
didn't I?'

'Well, I _think_ I would have known it in a minute, but that raindrop
made me quite sure. I'll always remember now. _Shu-ya_ means rain or "it
is going to rain." Why, Daddy!' She got up and danced round him. 'S'pose
you went out before I was awake, and drawed _shu-ya_ in the smoke on the
wall, I'd know it was going to rain and I'd take my beaver-skin hood.
Wouldn't Mummy be surprised!'

Tegumai got up and danced. (Daddies didn't mind doing those things in
those days.) 'More than that! More than that!' he said. 'S'pose I wanted
to tell you it wasn't going to rain much and you must come down to the
river, what would we draw? Say the words in Tegumai-talk first.'

'_Shu-ya-las, ya maru._ (Sky-water ending. River come to.) _What_ a lot
of new sounds! _I_ don't see how we can draw them.'

'But I do--but I do!' said Tegumai. 'Just attend a minute, Taffy, and we
won't do any more to-day. We've got _shu-ya_ all right, haven't we? but
this _las_ is a teaser. _La-la-la!'_ and he waved his shark-tooth.

'There's the hissy-snake at the end and the carp-mouth before the
snake--_as-as-as_. We only want _la-la_,' said Taffy.

'I know it, but we have to make la-la. And we're the first people in all
the world who've ever tried to do it, Taffimai!'

'Well,' said Taffy, yawning, for she was rather tired. '_Las_ means
breaking or finishing as well as ending, doesn't it?'

'So it does,' said Tegumai. '_Yo-las_ means that there's no water in the
tank for Mummy to cook with--just when I'm going hunting, too.'

'And _shi-las_ means that your spear is broken. If I'd only thought of
_that_ instead of drawing silly beaver pictures for the Stranger!'

'_La! La! La!_' said Tegumai, waving his stick and frowning. 'Oh
bother!'

'I could have drawn _shi_ quite easily,' Taffy went on. 'Then I'd have
drawn your spear all broken--this way!' And she drew. (14.)

[Illustration: 14]

[Illustration: 15]

[Illustration: 16]

'The very thing,' said Tegumai. 'That's _la_ all over. It isn't like any
of the other marks, either.' And he drew this. (15.)

'Now for _ya_. Oh, we've done that before. Now for _maru_.
_Mum-mum-mum_. _Mum_ shuts one's mouth up, doesn't it? We'll draw a shut
mouth like this.' And he drew. (16.)

'Then the carp-mouth open. That makes _Ma-ma-ma!_ But what about this
_rrrrr_-thing, Taffy?'

'It sounds all rough and edgy, like your shark-tooth saw when you're
cutting out a plank for the canoe,' said Taffy.

'You mean all sharp at the edges, like this?' said Tegumai. And he drew.
(17.)

[Illustration: 17]

''Xactly,' said Taffy. 'But we don't want all those teeth: only put
two.'

'I'll only put in one,' said Tegumai. 'If this game of ours is going to
be what I think it will, the easier we make our sound-pictures the
better for everybody.' And he drew. (18.)

[Illustration: 18]

'_Now_ we've got it,' said Tegumai, standing on one leg. 'I'll draw 'em
all in a string like fish.'

'Hadn't we better put a little bit of stick or something between each
word, so's they won't rub up against each other and jostle, same as if
they were carps?'

'Oh, I'll leave a space for that,' said her Daddy. And very incitedly he
drew them all without stopping, on a big new bit of birch-bark. (19.)

'_Shu-ya-las ya-maru_,' said Taffy, reading it out sound by sound.

[Illustration]

'That's enough for to-day,' said Tegumai. 'Besides, you're getting
tired, Taffy. Never mind, dear. We'll finish it all to-morrow, and then
we'll be remembered for years and years after the biggest trees you can
see are all chopped up for firewood.'

So they went home, and all that evening Tegumai sat on one side of the
fire and Taffy on the other, drawing _ya's_ and _yo's_ and _shu's_ and
_shi's_ in the smoke on the wall and giggling together till her Mummy
said, 'Really, Tegumai, you're worse than my Taffy.'

'Please don't mind,' said Taffy. 'It's only our secret-s'prise, Mummy
dear, and we'll tell you all about it the very minute it's done; but
_please_ don't ask me what it is now, or else I'll have to tell.'

So her Mummy most carefully didn't; and bright and early next morning
Tegumai went down to the river to think about new sound-pictures, and
when Taffy got up she saw _Ya-las_ (water is ending or running out)
chalked on the side of the big stone water-tank, outside the Cave.

'Um,' said Taffy. 'These picture-sounds are rather a bother! Daddy's
just as good as come here himself and told me to get more water for
Mummy to cook with.' She went to the spring at the back of the house and
filled the tank from a bark bucket, and then she ran down to the river
and pulled her Daddy's left ear--the one that belonged to her to pull
when she was good.

'Now come along and we'll draw all the left-over sound-pictures,' said
her Daddy, and they had a most inciting day of it, and a beautiful lunch
in the middle, and two games of romps. When they came to T, Taffy said
that as her name, and her Daddy's, and her Mummy's all began with that
sound, they should draw a sort of family group of themselves holding
hands. That was all very well to draw once or twice; but when it came to
drawing it six or seven times, Taffy and Tegumai drew it scratchier and
scratchier, till at last the T-sound was only a thin long Tegumai with
his arms out to hold Taffy and Teshumai. You can see from these three
pictures partly how it happened. (20, 21, 22.)

[Illustration: 20]

[Illustration: 21]

[Illustration: 22]

[Illustration: 23]

[Illustration: 24]

[Illustration: 25]

[Illustration: 26]

[Illustration: 27]

Many of the other pictures were much too beautiful to begin with,
especially before lunch, but as they were drawn over and over again on
birch-bark, they became plainer and easier, till at last even Tegumai
said he could find no fault with them. They turned the hissy-snake the
other way round for the Z-sound, to show it was hissing backwards in a
soft and gentle way (23); and they just made a twiddle for E, because it
came into the pictures so often (24); and they drew pictures of the
sacred Beaver of the Tegumais for the B-sound (25, 26, 27, 28); and
because it was a nasty, nosy noise, they just drew noses for the
N-sound, till they were tired (29); and they drew a picture of the big
lake-pike's mouth for the greedy Ga-sound (30); and they drew the pike's
mouth again with a spear behind it for the scratchy, hurty Ka-sound
(31); and they drew pictures of a little bit of the winding Wagai river
for the nice windy-windy Wa-sound (32, 33); and so on and so forth and
so following till they had done and drawn all the sound-pictures that
they wanted, and there was the Alphabet, all complete.

[Illustration: 28]

[Illustration: 29]

[Illustration: 30]

[Illustration: 31]

[Illustration: 32]

[Illustration: 33]

And after thousands and thousands and thousands of years, and after
Hieroglyphics and Demotics, and Nilotics, and Cryptics, and Cufics, and
Runics, and Dorics, and Ionics, and all sorts of other ricks and tricks
(because the Woons, and the Neguses, and the Akhoonds, and the
Repositories of Tradition would never leave a good thing alone when they
saw it), the fine old easy, understandable Alphabet--A, B, C, D, E, and
the rest of 'em--got back into its proper shape again for all Best
Beloveds to learn when they are old enough.

But _I_ remember Tegumai Bopsulai, and Taffimai Metallumai and
Teshumai Tewindrow, her dear Mummy, and all the days gone by. And it was
so--just so--a little time ago--on the banks of the big Wagai!

          ONE of the first things that Tegumai Bopsulai did
          after Taffy and he had made the Alphabet was to
          make a magic Alphabet-necklace of all the letters,
          so that it could be put in the Temple of Tegumai
          and kept for ever and ever. All the Tribe of
          Tegumai brought their most precious beads and
          beautiful things, and Taffy and Tegumai spent five
          whole years getting the necklace in order. This is
          a picture of the magic Alphabet-necklace. The
          string was made of the finest and strongest
          reindeer-sinew, bound round with thin copper wire.

          Beginning at the top, the first bead is an old
          silver one that belonged to the Head Priest of the
          Tribe of Tegumai; then come three black
          mussel-pearls; next is a clay bead (blue and
          gray); next a nubbly gold bead sent as a present
          by a tribe who got it from Africa (but it must
          have been Indian really); the next is a long
          flat-sided glass bead from Africa (the Tribe of
          Tegumai took it in a fight); then come two clay
          beads (white and green), with dots on one, and
          dots and bands on the other; next are three rather
          chipped amber beads; then three clay beads (red
          and white), two with dots, and the big one in the
          middle with a toothed pattern. Then the letters
          begin, and between each letter is a little whitish
          clay bead with the letter repeated small. Here are
          the letters--

  A is scratched on a tooth--an elk-tusk I think.

  B is the Sacred Beaver of Tegumai on a bit of old glory.

  C is a pearly oyster-shell--inside front.

  D must be a sort of mussel-shell--outside front.

  E is a twist of silver wire.

  F is broken, but what remains of it is a bit of stag's horn.

  G is painted black on a piece of wood. (The bead after G is a small
    shell, and not a clay bead. I don't know why they did that.)

  H is a kind of a big brown cowie-shell.

  I is the inside part of a long shell ground down by hand. (It took
    Tegumai three months to grind it down.)

  J is a fish hook in mother-of-pearl.

  L is the broken spear in silver. (K ought to follow J of course, but
    the necklace was broken once and they mended it wrong.)

  K is a thin slice of bone scratched and rubbed in black.

  M is on a pale gray shell.

  N is a piece of what is called porphyry with a nose scratched on it.
    (Tegumai spent five months polishing this stone.)

  O is a piece of oyster-shell with a hole in the middle.

  P and Q are missing. They were lost, a long time ago, in a great
    war, and the tribe mended the necklace with the dried rattles of
    a rattlesnake, but no one ever found P and Q. That is how the
    saying began, 'You must mind your P's. and Q's.'

  R is, of course, just a shark's tooth.

  S is a little silver snake.

  T is the end of a small bone, polished brown and shiny.

  U is another piece of oyster-shell.

  W is a twisty piece of mother-of-pearl that they found inside a big
    mother-of-pearl shell, and sawed off with a wire dipped in sand
    and water. It took Taffy a month and a half to polish it and drill
    the holes.

  X is silver wire joined in the middle with a raw garnet. (Taffy
    found the garnet.)

  Y is the carp's tail in ivory.

  Z is a bell-shaped piece of agate marked with Z-shaped stripes. They
    made the Z-snake out of one of the stripes by picking out the soft
    stone and rubbing in red sand and bee's-wax. Just in the mouth of
    the bell you see the clay bead repeating the Z-letter.

         These are all the letters.

         The next bead is a small round greeny lump of
         copper ore; the next is a lump of rough turquoise;
         the next is a rough gold nugget (what they call
         water-gold); the next is a melon-shaped clay bead
         (white with green spots). Then come four flat ivory
         pieces, with dots on them rather like dominoes;
         then come three stone beads, very badly worn; then
         two soft iron beads with rust-holes at the edges
         (they must have been magic, because they look very
         common); and last is a very very old African bead,
         like glass--blue, red, white, black, and yellow.
         Then comes the loop to slip over the big silver
         button at the other end, and that is all.

         I have copied the necklace very carefully. It
         weighs one pound seven and a half ounces. The black
         squiggle behind is only put in to make the beads
         and things look better.

[Illustration]


          OF all the Tribe of Tegumai
            Who cut that figure, none remain,--
          On Merrow Down the cuckoos cry--
            The silence and the sun remain.

          But as the faithful years return
            And hearts unwounded sing again,
          Comes Taffy dancing through the fern
            To lead the Surrey spring again.

          Her brows are bound with bracken-fronds,
            And golden elf-locks fly above;
          Her eyes are bright as diamonds
            And bluer than the skies above.

          In mocassins and deer-skin cloak,
            Unfearing, free and fair she flits,
          And lights her little damp-wood smoke
            To show her Daddy where she flits.

          For far--oh, very far behind,
            So far she cannot call to him,
          Comes Tegumai alone to find
            The daughter that was all to him.

[Illustration: The Crab that Played With the Sea]




THE CRAB THAT PLAYED WITH THE SEA


BEFORE the High and Far-Off Times, O my Best Beloved, came
the Time of the Very Beginnings; and that was in the days when
the Eldest Magician was getting Things ready. First he got the
Earth ready; then he got the Sea ready; and then he told all the
Animals that they could come out and play. And the Animals said,
'O Eldest Magician, what shall we play at?' and he said, 'I will
show you.' He took the Elephant--All-the-Elephant-there-was--and
said, 'Play at being an Elephant,' and All-the-Elephant-there-was
played. He  took the Beaver--All-the-Beaver-there-was--and said,
'Play at being a  Beaver,' and All-the-Beaver-there-was played.
He took the Cow--All-the-Cow-there-was--and said, 'Play at
being a  Cow,' and All-the-Cow-there-was played. He took the
Turtle--All-the-Turtle-there-was--and said, 'Play at being a
Turtle,' and All-the-Turtle-there-was played. One by one he took
all the beasts and birds and fishes and told them what to play at.

But towards evening, when people and things grow restless and tired,
there came up the Man (With his own little girl-daughter?)--Yes, with
his own best beloved little girl-daughter sitting upon his shoulder, and
he said, 'What is this play, Eldest Magician?' And the Eldest Magician
said, 'Ho, Son of Adam, this is the play of the Very Beginning; but you
are too wise for this play.' And the Man saluted and said, 'Yes, I am
too wise for this play; but see that you make all the Animals obedient
to me.'

Now, while the two were talking together, Pau Amma the Crab, who was
next in the game, scuttled off sideways and stepped into the sea, saying
to himself, 'I will play my play alone in the deep waters, and I will
never be obedient to this son of Adam.' Nobody saw him go away except
the little girl-daughter where she leaned on the Man's shoulder. And the
play went on till there were no more Animals left without orders; and
the Eldest Magician wiped the fine dust off his hands and walked about
the world to see how the Animals were playing.

He went North, Best Beloved, and he found All-the-Elephant-there-was
digging with his tusks and stamping with his feet in the nice new clean
earth that had been made ready for him.

'_Kun?_' said All-the-Elephant-there-was, meaning, 'Is this right?'

'_Payah kun_,' said the Eldest Magician, meaning, 'That is quite right';
and he breathed upon the great rocks and lumps of earth that
All-the-Elephant-there-was had thrown up, and they became the great
Himalayan Mountains, and you can look them out on the map.

He went East, and he found All-the-Cow-there-was feeding in the field
that had been made ready for her, and she licked her tongue round a
whole forest at a time, and swallowed it and sat down to chew her cud.

[Illustration: THIS is a picture of Pau Amma the Crab running away
while the Eldest Magician was talking to the Man and his Little Girl
Daughter. The Eldest Magician is sitting on his magic throne, wrapped up
in his Magic Cloud. The three flowers in front of him are the three
Magic Flowers. On the top of the hill you can see
All-the-Elephant-there-was, and All-the-Cow-there-was, and
All-the-Turtle-there-was going off to play as the Eldest Magician told
them. The Cow has a hump, because she was All-the-Cow-there-was; so she
had to have all there was for all the cows that were made afterwards.
Under the hill there are Animals who have been taught the game they were
to play. You can see All-the-Tiger-there-was smiling at
All-the-Bones-there-were, and you can see All-the-Elk-there-was, and
All-the-Parrot-there-was, and All-the-Bunnies-there-were on the hill.
The other Animals are on the other side of the hill, so I haven't drawn
them. The little house up the hill is All-the-House-there-was. The
Eldest Magician made it to show the Man how to make houses when he
wanted to. The Snake round that spiky hill is All-the-Snake-there-was,
and he is talking to All-the-Monkey-there-was, and the Monkey is being
rude to the Snake, and the Snake is being rude to the Monkey. The Man is
very busy talking to the Eldest Magician. The Little Girl Daughter is
looking at Pau Amma as he runs away. That humpy thing in the water in
front is Pau Amma. He wasn't a common Crab in those days. He was a King
Crab. That is why he looks different. The thing that looks like bricks
that the Man is standing in, is the Big Miz-Maze. When the Man has done
talking with the Eldest Magician he will walk in the Big Miz-Maze,
because he has to. The mark on the stone under the Man's foot is a magic
mark; and down underneath I have drawn the three Magic Flowers all mixed
up with the Magic Cloud. All this picture is Big Medicine and Strong
Magic.]

'_Kun?_' said All-the-Cow-there-was.

'_Payah kun_,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the bare
patch where she had eaten, and upon the place where she had sat down,
and one became the great Indian Desert, and the other became the Desert
of Sahara, and you can look them out on the map.

He went West, and he found All-the-Beaver-there-was making a beaver-dam
across the mouths of broad rivers that had been got ready for him.

'_Kun?_' said All-the-Beaver-there-was.

'_Payah kun_,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the fallen
trees and the still water, and they became the Everglades in Florida,
and you may look them out on the map.

Then he went South and found All-the-Turtle-there-was scratching with
his flippers in the sand that had been got ready for him, and the sand
and the rocks whirled through the air and fell far off into the sea.

'_Kun?_' said All-the-Turtle-there-was.

'_Payah kun_,' said the Eldest Magician; and he breathed upon the sand
and the rocks, where they had fallen in the sea, and they became the
most beautiful islands of Borneo, Celebes, Sumatra, Java, and the rest
of the Malay Archipelago, and you can look _them_ out on the map!

By and by the Eldest Magician met the Man on the banks of the Perak
river, and said, 'Ho! Son of Adam, are all the Animals obedient to you?'

'Yes,' said the Man.

'Is all the Earth obedient to you?'

'Yes,' said the Man.

'Is all the Sea obedient to you?'

'No,' said the Man. 'Once a day and once a night the Sea runs up the
Perak river and drives the sweet-water back into the forest, so that my
house is made wet; once a day and once a night it runs down the river
and draws all the water after it, so that there is nothing left but mud,
and my canoe is upset. Is that the play you told it to play?'

'No,' said the Eldest Magician. 'That is a new and a bad play.'

'Look!' said the Man, and as he spoke the great Sea came up the mouth of
the Perak river, driving the river backwards till it overflowed all the
dark forests for miles and miles, and flooded the Man's house.

'This is wrong. Launch your canoe and we will find out who is playing
with the Sea,' said the Eldest Magician. They stepped into the canoe;
the little girl-daughter came with them; and the Man took his _kris_--a
curving, wavy dagger with a blade like a flame,--and they pushed out on
the Perak river. Then the sea began to run back and back, and the canoe
was sucked out of the mouth of the Perak river, past Selangor, past
Malacca, past Singapore, out and out to the Island of Bingtang, as
though it had been pulled by a string.

Then the Eldest Magician stood up and shouted, 'Ho! beasts, birds, and
fishes, that I took between my hands at the Very Beginning and taught
the play that you should play, which one of you is playing with the
Sea?'

Then all the beasts, birds, and fishes said together, 'Eldest Magician,
we play the plays that you taught us to play--we and our children's
children. But not one of us plays with the Sea.'

Then the Moon rose big and full over the water, and the Eldest Magician
said to the hunchbacked old man who sits in the Moon spinning a
fishing-line with which he hopes one day to catch the world, 'Ho! Fisher
of the Moon, are you playing with the Sea?'

'No,' said the Fisherman, 'I am spinning a line with which I shall some
day catch the world; but I do not play with the Sea.' And he went on
spinning his line.

Now there is also a Rat up in the Moon who always bites the old
Fisherman's line as fast as it is made, and the Eldest Magician said to
him, 'Ho! Rat of the Moon, are _you_ playing with the Sea?'

And the Rat said, 'I am too busy biting through the line that this old
Fisherman is spinning. I do not play with the Sea.' And he went on
biting the line.

Then the little girl-daughter put up her little soft brown arms with the
beautiful white shell bracelets and said, 'O Eldest Magician! when my
father here talked to you at the Very Beginning, and I leaned upon his
shoulder while the beasts were being taught their plays, one beast went
away naughtily into the Sea before you had taught him his play.'

And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who see and
are silent! What was the beast like?'

And the little girl-daughter said, 'He was round and he was flat; and
his eyes grew upon stalks; and he walked sideways like this; and he was
covered with strong armour upon his back.'

And the Eldest Magician said, 'How wise are little children who speak
truth! Now I know where Pau Amma went. Give me the paddle!'

So he took the paddle; but there was no need to paddle, for the water
flowed steadily past all the islands till they came to the place called
Pusat Tasek--the Heart of the Sea--where the great hollow is that leads
down to the heart of the world, and in that hollow grows the Wonderful
Tree, Pauh Janggi, that bears the magic twin nuts. Then the Eldest
Magician slid his arm up to the shoulder through the deep warm water,
and under the roots of the Wonderful Tree he touched the broad back of
Pau Amma the Crab. And Pau Amma settled down at the touch, and all the
Sea rose up as water rises in a basin when you put your hand into it.

'Ah!' said the Eldest Magician. 'Now I know who has been playing with
the Sea;' and he called out, 'What are you doing, Pau Amma?'

And Pau Amma, deep down below, answered, 'Once a day and once a night I
go out to look for my food. Once a day and once a night I return. Leave
me alone.'

Then the Eldest Magician said, 'Listen, Pau Amma. When you go out from
your cave the waters of the Sea pour down into Pusat Tasek, and all the
beaches of all the islands are left bare, and the little fish die, and
Raja Moyang Kaban, the King of the Elephants, his legs are made muddy.
When you come back and sit in Pusat Tasek, the waters of the Sea rise,
and half the little islands are drowned, and the Man's house is flooded,
and Raja Abdullah, the King of the Crocodiles, his mouth is filled with
the salt water.

Then Pau Amma, deep down below, laughed and said, 'I did not know I was
so important. Henceforward I will go out seven times a day, and the
waters shall never be still.'

And the Eldest Magician said, 'I cannot make you play the play you were
meant to play, Pau Amma, because you escaped me at the Very Beginning;
but if you are not afraid, come up and we will talk about it.'

'I am not afraid,' said Pau Amma, and he rose to the top of the sea in
the moonlight. There was nobody in the world so big as Pau Amma--for he
was the King Crab of all Crabs. Not a common Crab, but a King Crab. One
side of his great shell touched the beach at Sarawak; the other touched
the beach at Pahang; and he was taller than the smoke of three
volcanoes! As he rose up through the branches of the Wonderful Tree he
tore off one of the great twin-fruits--the magic double-kernelled nuts
that make people young,--and the little girl-daughter saw it bobbing
alongside the canoe, and pulled it in and began to pick out the soft
eyes of it with her little golden scissors.

'Now,' said the Magician, 'make a Magic, Pau Amma, to show that you are
really important.'

Pau Amma rolled his eyes and waved his legs, but he could only stir up
the Sea, because, though he was a King Crab, he was nothing more than a
Crab, and the Eldest Magician laughed.

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of Pau Amma the Crab rising out of
the sea as tall as the smoke of three volcanoes. I haven't drawn the
three volcanoes, because Pau Amma was so big. Pau Amma is trying to make
a Magic, but he is only a silly old King Crab, and so he can't do
anything. You can see he is all legs and claws and empty hollow shell.
The canoe is the canoe that the Man and the Girl Daughter and the Eldest
Magician sailed from the Perak river in. The sea is all black and
bobbly, because Pau Amma has just risen up out of Pusat Tasek. Pusat
Tasek is underneath, so I haven't drawn it. The Man is waving his curvy
_kris_-knife at Pau Amma. The Little Girl Daughter is sitting quietly in
the middle of the canoe. She knows she is quite safe with her Daddy. The
Eldest Magician is standing up at the other end of the canoe beginning
to make a Magic. He has left his magic throne on the beach, and he has
taken off his clothes so as not to get wet, and he has left the Magic
Cloud behind too, so as not to tip the boat over. The thing that looks
like another little canoe outside the real canoe is called an outrigger.
It is a piece of wood tied to sticks, and it prevents the canoe from
being tipped over. The canoe is made out of one piece of wood, and there
is a paddle at one end of it.]

'You are not so important after all, Pau Amma,' he said. 'Now, let
_me_ try,' and he made a Magic with his left hand--with just the little
finger of his left hand--and--lo and behold, Best Beloved, Pau Amma's
hard, blue-green-black shell fell off him as a husk falls off a
cocoa-nut, and Pau Amma was left all soft--soft as the little crabs that
you sometimes find on the beach, Best Beloved.

'Indeed, you are very important,' said the Eldest Magician. 'Shall I ask
the Man here to cut you with _kris_? Shall I send for Raja Moyang Kaban,
the King of the Elephants, to pierce you with his tusks, or shall I call
Raja Abdullah, the King of the Crocodiles, to bite you?'

And Pau Amma said, 'I am ashamed! Give me back my hard shell and let me
go back to Pusat Tasek, and I will only stir out once a day and once a
night to get my food.'

And the Eldest Magician said, 'No, Pau Amma, I will _not_ give you back
your shell, for you will grow bigger and prouder and stronger, and
perhaps you will forget your promise, and you will play with the Sea
once more.'

Then Pau Amma said, 'What shall I do? I am so big that I can only hide
in Pusat Tasek, and if I go anywhere else, all soft as I am now, the
sharks and the dogfish will eat me. And if I go to Pusat Tasek, all soft
as I am now, though I may be safe, I can never stir out to get my food,
and so I shall die.' Then he waved his legs and lamented.

'Listen, Pau Amma,' said the Eldest Magician. 'I cannot make you play
the play you were meant to play, because you escaped me at the Very
Beginning; but if you choose, I can make every stone and every hole and
every bunch of weed in all the seas a safe Pusat Tasek for you and your
children for always.'

Then Pau Amma said, 'That is good, but I do not choose yet. Look! there
is that Man who talked to you at the Very Beginning. If he had not taken
up your attention I should not have grown tired of waiting and run away,
and all this would never have happened. What will _he_ do for me?'

And the Man said, 'If you choose, I will make a Magic, so that both the
deep water and the dry ground will be a home for you and your
children--so that you shall be able to hide both on the land and in the
sea.'

And Pau Amma said, 'I do not choose yet. Look! there is that girl who
saw me running away at the Very Beginning. If she had spoken then, the
Eldest Magician would have called me back, and all this would never have
happened. What will _she_ do for me?'

And the little girl-daughter said, 'This is a good nut that I am eating.
If you choose, I will make a Magic and I will give you this pair of
scissors, very sharp and strong, so that you and your children can eat
cocoa-nuts like this all day long when you come up from the Sea to the
land; or you can dig a Pusat Tasek for yourself with the scissors that
belong to you when there is no stone or hole near by; and when the earth
is too hard, by the help of these same scissors you can run up a tree.'

And Pau Amma said, 'I do not choose yet, for, all soft as I am, these
gifts would not help me. Give me back my shell, O Eldest Magician, and
then I will play your play.'

And the Eldest Magician said, 'I will give it back, Pau Amma, for
eleven months of the year; but on the twelfth month of every year it
shall grow soft again, to remind you and all your children that I can
make magics, and to keep you humble, Pau Amma; for I see that if you can
run both under the water and on land, you will grow too bold; and if you
can climb trees and crack nuts and dig holes with your scissors, you
will grow too greedy, Pau Amma.'

Then Pau Amma thought a little and said, 'I have made my choice. I will
take all the gifts.'

Then the Eldest Magician made a Magic with the right hand, with all five
fingers of his right hand, and lo and behold, Best Beloved, Pau Amma
grew smaller and smaller and smaller, till at last there was only a
little green crab swimming in the water alongside the canoe, crying in a
very small voice, 'Give me the scissors!'

And the girl-daughter picked him up on the palm of her little brown
hand, and sat him in the bottom of the canoe and gave him her scissors,
and he waved them in his little arms, and opened them and shut them and
snapped them, and said, 'I can eat nuts. I can crack shells. I can dig
holes. I can climb trees. I can breathe in the dry air, and I can find a
safe Pusat Tasek under every stone. I did not know I was so important.
_Kun?_' (Is this right?)

'_Payah-kun_,' said the Eldest Magician, and he laughed and gave him
his blessing; and little Pau Amma scuttled over the side of the canoe
into the water; and he was so tiny that he could have hidden under the
shadow of a dry leaf on land or of a dead shell at the bottom of the
sea.

'Was that well done?' said the Eldest Magician.

'Yes,' said the Man. 'But now we must go back to Perak, and that is a
weary way to paddle. If we had waited till Pau Amma had gone out of
Pusat Tasek and come home, the water would have carried us there by
itself.'

'You are lazy,' said the Eldest Magician. 'So your children shall be
lazy. They shall be the laziest people in the world. They shall be
called the Malazy--the lazy people;' and he held up his finger to the
Moon and said, 'O Fisherman, here is the Man too lazy to row home. Pull
his canoe home with your line, Fisherman.'

'No,' said the Man. 'If I am to be lazy all my days, let the Sea work
for me twice a day for ever. That will save paddling.'

And the Eldest Magician laughed and said,

'_Payah kun_' (That is right).

And the Rat of the Moon stopped biting the line; and the Fisherman let
his line down till it touched the Sea, and he pulled the whole deep Sea
along, past the Island of Bintang, past Singapore, past Malacca, past
Selangor, till the canoe whirled into the mouth of the Perak River
again.

'_Kun?_' said the Fisherman of the Moon.

'_Payah kun_,' said the Eldest Magician. 'See now that you pull the Sea
twice a day and twice a night for ever, so that the Malazy fishermen may
be saved paddling. But be careful not to do it too hard, or I shall make
a magic on you as I did to Pau Amma.'

Then they all went up the Perak River and went to bed, Best Beloved.

Now listen and attend!

From that day to this the Moon has always pulled the sea up and down and
made what we call the tides. Sometimes the Fisher of the Sea pulls a
little too hard, and then we get spring-tides; and sometimes he pulls a
little too softly, and then we get what are called neap-tides; but
nearly always he is careful, because of the Eldest Magician.

And Pau Amma? You can see when you go to the beach, how all Pau Amma's
babies make little Pusat Taseks for themselves under every stone and
bunch of weed on the sands; you can see them waving their little
scissors; and in some parts of the world they truly live on the dry land
and run up the palm trees and eat cocoa-nuts, exactly as the
girl-daughter promised. But once a year all Pau Ammas must shake off
their hard armour and be soft--to remind them of what the Eldest
Magician could do. And so it isn't fair to kill or hunt Pau Amma's
babies just because old Pau Amma was stupidly rude a very long time ago.

Oh yes! And Pau Amma's babies hate being taken out of their little
Pusat Taseks and brought home in pickle-bottles. That is why they nip
you with their scissors, and it serves you right!


          CHINA-GOING P. and O.'s
          Pass Pau Amma's playground close,
          And his Pusat Tasek lies
          Near the track of most B.I.'s.
          U.Y.K. and N.D.L.
          Know Pau Amma's home as well
          As the fisher of the Sea knows
          'Bens,' M.M.'s, and Rubattinos.
          But (and this is rather queer)
          A.T.L.'s can _not_ come here;
          O. and O. and D.O.A.
          Must go round another way.
          Orient, Anchor, Bibby, Hall,
          Never go that way at all.
          U.C.S. would have a fit
          If it found itself on it.
          And if 'Beavers' took their cargoes
          To Penang instead of Lagos,
          Or a fat Shaw-Savill bore
          Passengers to Singapore,
          Or a White Star were to try a
          Little trip to Sourabaya,
          Or a B.S.A. went on
          Past Natal to Cheribon,
          Then great Mr. Lloyds would come
          With a wire and drag them home!

          You'll know what my riddle means
          When you've eaten mangosteens.

          Or if you can't wait till then, ask them to let
          you have the outside page of the _Times_; turn
          over to page 2, where it is marked 'Shipping' on
          the top left hand; then take the Atlas (and that
          is the finest picture-book in the world) and see
          how the names of the places that the steamers go
          to fit into the names of the places on the map.
          Any steamer-kiddy ought to be able to do that; but
          if you can't read, ask some one to show it you.

[Illustration: The Cat that Walked by Himself]




THE CAT THAT WALKED BY HIMSELF


HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became
and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was
wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was wild, and the Sheep was
wild, and the Pig was wild--as wild as wild could be--and they walked in
the Wet Wild Woods by their wild lones. But the wildest of all the wild
animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to
him.

Of course the Man was wild too. He was dreadfully wild. He didn't even
begin to be tame till he met the Woman, and she told him that she did
not like living in his wild ways. She picked out a nice dry Cave,
instead of a heap of wet leaves, to lie down in; and she strewed clean
sand on the floor; and she lit a nice fire of wood at the back of the
Cave; and she hung a dried wild-horse skin, tail-down, across the
opening of the Cave; and she said, 'Wipe your feet, dear, when you come
in, and now we'll keep house.'

That night, Best Beloved, they ate wild sheep roasted on the hot stones,
and flavoured with wild garlic and wild pepper; and wild duck stuffed
with wild rice and wild fenugreek and wild coriander; and marrow-bones
of wild oxen; and wild cherries, and wild grenadillas. Then the Man went
to sleep in front of the fire ever so happy; but the Woman sat up,
combing her hair. She took the bone of the shoulder of mutton--the big
fat blade-bone--and she looked at the wonderful marks on it, and she
threw more wood on the fire, and she made a Magic. She made the First
Singing Magic in the world.

Out in the Wet Wild Woods all the wild animals gathered together where
they could see the light of the fire a long way off, and they wondered
what it meant.

Then Wild Horse stamped with his wild foot and said, 'O my Friends and O
my Enemies, why have the Man and the Woman made that great light in that
great Cave, and what harm will it do us?'

Wild Dog lifted up his wild nose and smelled the smell of roast mutton,
and said, 'I will go up and see and look, and say; for I think it is
good. Cat, come with me.'

'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all
places are alike to me. I will not come.'

'Then we can never be friends again,' said Wild Dog, and he trotted off
to the Cave. But when he had gone a little way the Cat said to himself,
'All places are alike to me. Why should I not go too and see and look
and come away at my own liking.' So he slipped after Wild Dog softly,
very softly, and hid himself where he could hear everything.

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Cave where the Man and the
Woman lived first of all. It was really a very nice Cave, and much
warmer than it looks. The Man had a canoe. It is on the edge of the
river, being soaked in the water to make it swell up. The
tattery-looking thing across the river is the Man's salmon-net to catch
salmon with. There are nice clean stones leading up from the river to
the mouth of the Cave, so that the Man and the Woman could go down for
water without getting sand between their toes. The things like
black-beetles far down the beach are really trunks of dead trees that
floated down the river from the Wet Wild Woods on the other bank. The
Man and the Woman used to drag them out and dry them and cut them up for
firewood. I haven't drawn the horse-hide curtain at the mouth of the
Cave, because the Woman has just taken it down to be cleaned. All those
little smudges on the sand between the Cave and the river are the marks
of the Woman's feet and the Man's feet.

The Man and the Woman are both inside the Cave eating their dinner. They
went to another cosier Cave when the Baby came, because the Baby used to
crawl down to the river and fall in, and the Dog had to pull him out.]

When Wild Dog reached the mouth of the Cave he lifted up the dried
horse-skin with his nose and sniffed the beautiful smell of the roast
mutton, and the Woman, looking at the blade-bone, heard him, and
laughed, and said, 'Here comes the first. Wild Thing out of the Wild
Woods, what do you want?'

Wild Dog said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, what is this that
smells so good in the Wild Woods?'

Then the Woman picked up a roasted mutton-bone and threw it to Wild Dog,
and said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, taste and try.' Wild Dog
gnawed the bone, and it was more delicious than anything he had ever
tasted, and he said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, give me another.'

The Woman said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, help my Man to hunt
through the day and guard this Cave at night, and I will give you as
many roast bones as you need.'

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. This is a very wise Woman, but she is not
so wise as I am.'

Wild Dog crawled into the Cave and laid his head on the Woman's lap,
and said, 'O my Friend and Wife of my Friend, I will help your Man to
hunt through the day, and at night I will guard your Cave.'

'Ah!' said the Cat, listening. 'That is a very foolish Dog.' And he went
back through the Wet Wild Woods waving his wild tail, and walking by his
wild lone. But he never told anybody.

When the Man waked up he said, 'What is Wild Dog doing here?' And the
Woman said, 'His name is not Wild Dog any more, but the First Friend,
because he will be our friend for always and always and always. Take him
with you when you go hunting.'

Next night the Woman cut great green armfuls of fresh grass from the
water-meadows, and dried it before the fire, so that it smelt like
new-mown hay, and she sat at the mouth of the Cave and plaited a halter
out of horse-hide, and she looked at the shoulder of mutton-bone--at the
big broad blade-bone--and she made a Magic. She made the Second Singing
Magic in the world.

Out in the Wild Woods all the wild animals wondered what had happened to
Wild Dog, and at last Wild Horse stamped with his foot and said, 'I will
go and see and say why Wild Dog has not returned. Cat, come with me.'

'Nenni!' said the Cat. 'I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all
places are alike to me. I will not come.' But all the same he followed
Wild Horse softly, very softly, and hid himself where he could hear
everything.

When the Woman heard Wild Horse tripping and stumbling on his long mane,
she laughed and said, 'Here comes the second. Wild Thing out of the Wild
Woods what do you want?'

Wild Horse said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where is Wild Dog?'

The Woman laughed, and picked up the blade-bone and looked at it, and
said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, you did not come here for Wild
Dog, but for the sake of this good grass.'

And Wild Horse, tripping and stumbling on his long mane, said, 'That is
true; give it me to eat.'

The Woman said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, bend your wild head
and wear what I give you, and you shall eat the wonderful grass three
times a day.'

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'this is a clever Woman, but she is not
so clever as I am.'

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Cat that Walked by Himself,
walking by his wild lone through the Wet Wild Woods and waving his wild
tail. There is nothing else in the picture except some toadstools. They
had to grow there because the woods were so wet. The lumpy thing on the
low branch isn't a bird. It is moss that grew there because the Wild
Woods were so wet.

Underneath the truly picture is a picture of the cozy Cave that the Man
and the Woman went to after the Baby came. It was their summer Cave, and
they planted wheat in front of it. The Man is riding on the Horse to
find the Cow and bring her back to the Cave to be milked. He is holding
up his hand to call the Dog, who has swum across to the other side of
the river, looking for rabbits.]

Wild Horse bent his wild head, and the Woman slipped the plaited
hide halter over it, and Wild Horse breathed on the Woman's feet and
said, 'O my Mistress, and Wife of my Master, I will be your servant for
the sake of the wonderful grass.'

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'that is a very foolish Horse.' And he
went back through the Wet Wild Woods, waving his wild tail and walking
by his wild lone. But he never told anybody.

When the Man and the Dog came back from hunting, the Man said, 'What is
Wild Horse doing here?' And the Woman said, 'His name is not Wild Horse
any more, but the First Servant, because he will carry us from place to
place for always and always and always. Ride on his back when you go
hunting.'

Next day, holding her wild head high that her wild horns should not
catch in the wild trees, Wild Cow came up to the Cave, and the Cat
followed, and hid himself just the same as before; and everything
happened just the same as before; and the Cat said the same things as
before, and when Wild Cow had promised to give her milk to the Woman
every day in exchange for the wonderful grass, the Cat went back through
the Wet Wild Woods waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone,
just the same as before. But he never told anybody. And when the Man and
the Horse and the Dog came home from hunting and asked the same
questions same as before, the Woman said, 'Her name is not Wild Cow any
more, but the Giver of Good Food. She will give us the warm white milk
for always and always and always, and I will take care of her while you
and the First Friend and the First Servant go hunting.'

Next day the Cat waited to see if any other Wild thing would go up to
the Cave, but no one moved in the Wet Wild Woods, so the Cat walked
there by himself; and he saw the Woman milking the Cow, and he saw the
light of the fire in the Cave, and he smelt the smell of the warm white
milk.

Cat said, 'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy, where did Wild Cow go?'

The Woman laughed and said, 'Wild Thing out of the Wild Woods, go back
to the Woods again, for I have braided up my hair, and I have put away
the magic blade-bone, and we have no more need of either friends or
servants in our Cave.'

Cat said, 'I am not a friend, and I am not a servant. I am the Cat who
walks by himself, and I wish to come into your cave.'

Woman said, 'Then why did you not come with First Friend on the first
night?'

Cat grew very angry and said, 'Has Wild Dog told tales of me?'

Then the Woman laughed and said, 'You are the Cat who walks by himself,
and all places are alike to you. You are neither a friend nor a servant.
You have said it yourself. Go away and walk by yourself in all places
alike.'

Then Cat pretended to be sorry and said, 'Must I never come into the
Cave? Must I never sit by the warm fire? Must I never drink the warm
white milk? You are very wise and very beautiful. You should not be
cruel even to a Cat.'

Woman said, 'I knew I was wise, but I did not know I was beautiful. So I
will make a bargain with you. If ever I say one word in your praise you
may come into the Cave.'

'And if you say two words in my praise?' said the Cat.

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say two words in your
praise, you may sit by the fire in the Cave.'

'And if you say three words?' said the Cat.

'I never shall,' said the Woman, 'but if I say three words in your
praise, you may drink the warm white milk three times a day for always
and always and always.'

Then the Cat arched his back and said, 'Now let the Curtain at the mouth
of the Cave, and the Fire at the back of the Cave, and the Milk-pots
that stand beside the Fire, remember what my Enemy and the Wife of my
Enemy has said.' And he went away through the Wet Wild Woods waving his
wild tail and walking by his wild lone.

That night when the Man and the Horse and the Dog came home from
hunting, the Woman did not tell them of the bargain that she had made
with the Cat, because she was afraid that they might not like it.

Cat went far and far away and hid himself in the Wet Wild Woods by his
wild lone for a long time till the Woman forgot all about him. Only the
Bat--the little upside-down Bat--that hung inside the Cave, knew where
Cat hid; and every evening Bat would fly to Cat with news of what was
happening.

One evening Bat said, 'There is a Baby in the Cave. He is new and pink
and fat and small, and the Woman is very fond of him.'

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'but what is the Baby fond of?'

'He is fond of things that are soft and tickle,' said the Bat. 'He is
fond of warm things to hold in his arms when he goes to sleep. He is
fond of being played with. He is fond of all those things.'

'Ah,' said the Cat, listening, 'then my time has come.'

Next night Cat walked through the Wet Wild Woods and hid very near the
Cave till morning-time, and Man and Dog and Horse went hunting. The
Woman was busy cooking that morning, and the Baby cried and interrupted.
So she carried him outside the Cave and gave him a handful of pebbles to
play with. But still the Baby cried.

Then the Cat put out his paddy paw and patted the Baby on the cheek, and
it cooed; and the Cat rubbed against its fat knees and tickled it under
its fat chin with his tail. And the Baby laughed; and the Woman heard
him and smiled.

Then the Bat--the little upside-down Bat--that hung in the mouth of the
Cave said, 'O my Hostess and Wife of my Host and Mother of my Host's
Son, a Wild Thing from the Wild Woods is most beautifully playing with
your Baby.'

'A blessing on that Wild Thing whoever he may be,' said the Woman,
straightening her back, 'for I was a busy woman this morning and he has
done me a service.'

The very minute and second, Best Beloved, the dried horse-skin Curtain
that was stretched tail-down at the mouth of the Cave fell
down--_woosh!_--because it remembered the bargain she had made with the
Cat, and when the Woman went to pick it up--lo and behold!--the Cat was
sitting quite comfy inside the Cave.

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat,
'it is I: for you have spoken a word in my praise, and now I can sit
within the Cave for always and always and always. But still I am the Cat
who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

The Woman was very angry, and shut her lips tight and took up her
spinning-wheel and began to spin.

But the Baby cried because the Cat had gone away, and the Woman could
not hush it, for it struggled and kicked and grew black in the face.

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat,
'take a strand of the wire that you are spinning and tie it to your
spinning-whorl and drag it along the floor, and I will show you a magic
that shall make your Baby laugh as loudly as he is now crying.'

'I will do so,' said the Woman, 'because I am at my wits' end; but I
will not thank you for it.'

She tied the thread to the little clay spindle-whorl and drew it across
the floor, and the Cat ran after it and patted it with his paws and
rolled head over heels, and tossed it backward over his shoulder and
chased it between his hind-legs and pretended to lose it, and pounced
down upon it again, till the Baby laughed as loudly as it had been
crying, and scrambled after the Cat and frolicked all over the Cave till
it grew tired and settled down to sleep with the Cat in its arms.

'Now,' said the Cat, 'I will sing the Baby a song that shall keep him
asleep for an hour.' And he began to purr, loud and low, low and loud,
till the Baby fell fast asleep. The Woman smiled as she looked down upon
the two of them and said, 'That was wonderfully done. No question but
you are very clever, O Cat.'

That very minute and second, Best Beloved, the smoke of the fire at the
back of the Cave came down in clouds from the roof--_puff!_--because it
remembered the bargain she had made with the Cat, and when it had
cleared away--lo and behold!--the Cat was sitting quite comfy close to
the fire.

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of My Enemy,' said the Cat,
'it is I, for you have spoken a second word in my praise, and now I can
sit by the warm fire at the back of the Cave for always and always and
always. But still I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places are
alike to me.'

Then the Woman was very very angry, and let down her hair and put more
wood on the fire and brought out the broad blade-bone of the shoulder of
mutton and began to make a Magic that should prevent her from saying a
third word in praise of the Cat. It was not a Singing Magic, Best
Beloved, it was a Still Magic; and by and by the Cave grew so still that
a little wee-wee mouse crept out of a corner and ran across the floor.

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat,
'is that little mouse part of your magic?'

'Ouh! Chee! No indeed!' said the Woman, and she dropped the blade-bone
and jumped upon the footstool in front of the fire and braided up her
hair very quick for fear that the mouse should run up it.

'Ah,' said the Cat, watching, 'then the mouse will do me no harm if I
eat it?'

'No,' said the Woman, braiding up her hair, 'eat it quickly and I will
ever be grateful to you.'

Cat made one jump and caught the little mouse, and the Woman said, 'A
hundred thanks. Even the First Friend is not quick enough to catch
little mice as you have done. You must be very wise.'

That very moment and second, O Best Beloved, the Milk-pot that stood by
the fire cracked in two pieces--_ffft_--because it remembered the
bargain she had made with the Cat, and when the Woman jumped down from
the footstool--lo and behold!--the Cat was lapping up the warm white
milk that lay in one of the broken pieces.

'O my Enemy and Wife of my Enemy and Mother of my Enemy,' said the Cat,
'it is I; for you have spoken three words in my praise, and now I can
drink the warm white milk three times a day for always and always and
always. But _still_ I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places
are alike to me.'

Then the Woman laughed and set the Cat a bowl of the warm white milk and
said, 'O Cat, you are as clever as a man, but remember that your bargain
was not made with the Man or the Dog, and I do not know what they will
do when they come home.'

'What is that to me?' said the Cat. 'If I have my place in the Cave by
the fire and my warm white milk three times a day I do not care what the
Man or the Dog can do.'

That evening when the Man and the Dog came into the Cave, the Woman
told them all the story of the bargain while the Cat sat by the fire and
smiled. Then the Man said, 'Yes, but he has not made a bargain with _me_
or with all proper Men after me.' Then he took off his two leather boots
and he took up his little stone axe (that makes three) and he fetched a
piece of wood and a hatchet (that is five altogether), and he set them
out in a row and he said, 'Now we will make _our_ bargain. If you do not
catch mice when you are in the Cave for always and always and always, I
will throw these five things at you whenever I see you, and so shall all
proper Men do after me.'

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but he is
not so clever as my Man.'

The Cat counted the five things (and they looked very knobby) and he
said, 'I will catch mice when I am in the Cave for always and always and
always; but _still_ I am the Cat who walks by himself, and all places
are alike to me.'

'Not when I am near,' said the Man. 'If you had not said that last I
would have put all these things away for always and always and always;
but I am now going to throw my two boots and my little stone axe (that
makes three) at you whenever I meet you. And so shall all proper Men do
after me!'

Then the Dog said, 'Wait a minute. He has not made a bargain with _me_
or with all proper Dogs after me.' And he showed his teeth and said, 'If
you are not kind to the Baby while I am in the Cave for always and
always and always, I will hunt you till I catch you, and when I catch
you I will bite you. And so shall all proper Dogs do after me.'

'Ah,' said the Woman, listening, 'this is a very clever Cat, but he is
not so clever as the Dog.'

Cat counted the Dog's teeth (and they looked very pointed) and he said,
'I will be kind to the Baby while I am in the Cave, as long as he does
not pull my tail too hard, for always and always and always. But _still_
I am the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to me.'

'Not when I am near,' said the Dog. 'If you had not said that last I
would have shut my mouth for always and always and always; but _now_ I
am going to hunt you up a tree whenever I meet you. And so shall all
proper Dogs do after me.'

Then the Man threw his two boots and his little stone axe (that makes
three) at the Cat, and the Cat ran out of the Cave and the Dog chased
him up a tree; and from that day to this, Best Beloved, three proper Men
out of five will always throw things at a Cat whenever they meet him,
and all proper Dogs will chase him up a tree. But the Cat keeps his side
of the bargain too. He will kill mice and he will be kind to Babies when
he is in the house, just as long as they do not pull his tail too hard.
But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up
and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are
alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up the Wet Wild
Trees or on the Wet Wild Roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his
wild lone.


[Illustration]

          PUSSY can sit by the fire and sing,
            Pussy can climb a tree,
          Or play with a silly old cork and string
            To 'muse herself, not me.
          But I like _Binkie_ my dog, because
            He knows how to behave;
          So, _Binkie's_ the same as the First Friend was
            And I am the Man in the Cave.

          Pussy will play man-Friday till
            It's time to wet her paw
          And make her walk on the window-sill
            (For the footprint Crusoe saw);
          Then she fluffles her tail and mews,
            And scratches and won't attend.
          But _Binkie_ will play whatever I choose,
            And he is my true First Friend.

          Pussy will rub my knees with her head
            Pretending she loves me hard;
          But the very minute I go to my bed
            Pussy runs out in the yard,
          And there she stays till the morning-light;
            So I know it is only pretend;
          But _Binkie_, he snores at my feet all night,
            And he is my Firstest Friend!

[Illustration]

[Illustration: The Butterfly that Stamped]




THE BUTTERFLY THAT STAMPED


THIS, O my Best Beloved, is a story--a new and a wonderful story--a
story quite different from the other stories--a story about The Most
Wise Sovereign Suleiman-bin-Daoud--Solomon the Son of David.

[Illustration]

There are three hundred and fifty-five stories about Suleiman-bin-Daoud;
but this is not one of them. It is not the story of the Lapwing who
found the Water; or the Hoopoe who shaded Suleiman-bin-Daoud from the
heat. It is not the story of the Glass Pavement, or the Ruby with the
Crooked Hole, or the Gold Bars of Balkis. It is the story of the
Butterfly that Stamped.

Now attend all over again and listen!

Suleiman-bin-Daoud was wise. He understood what the beasts said, what
the birds said, what the fishes said, and what the insects said. He
understood what the rocks said deep under the earth when they bowed in
towards each other and groaned; and he understood what the trees said
when they rustled in the middle of the morning. He understood
everything, from the bishop on the bench to the hyssop on the wall, and
Balkis, his Head Queen, the Most Beautiful Queen Balkis, was nearly as
wise as he was.

Suleiman-bin-Daoud was strong. Upon the third finger of the right
hand he wore a ring. When he turned it once, Afrits and Djinns came
out of the earth to do whatever he told them. When he turned it
twice, Fairies came down from the sky to do whatever he told them;
and when he turned it three times, the very great angel Azrael of
the Sword came dressed as a water-carrier, and told him the news of
the three worlds,--Above--Below--and Here.

And yet Suleiman-bin-Daoud was not proud. He very seldom showed off,
and when he did he was sorry for it. Once he tried to feed all the
animals in all the world in one day, but when the food was ready an
Animal came out of the deep sea and ate it up in three mouthfuls.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud was very surprised and said, 'O Animal, who are you?'
And the Animal said, 'O King, live for ever! I am the smallest of thirty
thousand brothers, and our home is at the bottom of the sea. We heard
that you were going to feed all the animals in all the world, and my
brothers sent me to ask when dinner would be ready.' Suleiman-bin-Daoud
was more surprised than ever and said, 'O Animal, you have eaten all the
dinner that I made ready for all the animals in the world.' And the
Animal said, 'O King, live for ever, but do you really call that a
dinner? Where I come from we each eat twice as much as that between
meals.' Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud fell flat on his face and said, 'O
Animal! I gave that dinner to show what a great and rich king I was, and
not because I really wanted to be kind to the animals. Now I am ashamed,
and it serves me right.' Suleiman-bin-Daoud was a really truly wise man,
Best Beloved. After that he never forgot that it was silly to show off;
and now the real story part of my story begins.

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the Animal that came out of the
sea and ate up all the food that Suleiman-bin-Daoud had made ready for
all the animals in all the world. He was really quite a nice Animal, and
his Mummy was very fond of him and of his twenty-nine thousand nine
hundred and ninety-nine other brothers that lived at the bottom of the
sea. You know that he was the smallest of them all, and so his name was
Small Porgies. He ate up all those boxes and packets and bales and
things that had been got ready for all the animals, without ever once
taking off the lids or untying the strings, and it did not hurt him at
all. The sticky-up masts behind the boxes of food belong to
Suleiman-bin-Daoud's ships. They were busy bringing more food when Small
Porgies came ashore. He did not eat the ships. They stopped unloading
the foods and instantly sailed away to sea till Small Porgies had quite
finished eating. You can see some of the ships beginning to sail away by
Small Porgies' shoulder. I have not drawn Suleiman-bin-Daoud, but he is
just outside the picture, very much astonished. The bundle hanging from
the mast of the ship in the corner is really a package of wet dates for
parrots to eat. I don't know the names of the ships. That is all there
is in that picture.]

He married ever so many wifes. He married nine hundred and
ninety-nine wives, besides the Most Beautiful Balkis; and they all lived
in a great golden palace in the middle of a lovely garden with
fountains. He didn't really want nine-hundred and ninety-nine wives, but
in those days everybody married ever so many wives, and of course the
King had to marry ever so many more just to show that he was the King.

Some of the wives were nice, but some were simply horrid, and the horrid
ones quarrelled with the nice ones and made them horrid too, and then
they would all quarrel with Suleiman-bin-Daoud, and that was horrid for
him. But Balkis the Most Beautiful never quarrelled with
Suleiman-bin-Daoud. She loved him too much. She sat in her rooms in the
Golden Palace, or walked in the Palace garden, and was truly sorry for
him.

Of course if he had chosen to turn his ring on his finger and call up
the Djinns and the Afrits they would have magicked all those nine
hundred and ninety-nine quarrelsome wives into white mules of the desert
or greyhounds or pomegranate seeds; but Suleiman-bin-Daoud thought that
that would be showing off. So, when they quarrelled too much, he only
walked by himself in one part of the beautiful Palace gardens and wished
he had never been born.

One day, when they had quarrelled for three weeks--all nine hundred and
ninety-nine wives together--Suleiman-bin-Daoud went out for peace and
quiet as usual; and among the orange trees he met Balkis the Most
Beautiful, very sorrowful because Suleiman-bin-Daoud was so worried. And
she said to him, 'O my Lord and Light of my Eyes, turn the ring upon
your finger and show these Queens of Egypt and Mesopotamia and Persia
and China that you are the great and terrible King.' But
Suleiman-bin-Daoud shook his head and said, 'O my Lady and Delight of my
Life, remember the Animal that came out of the sea and made me ashamed
before all the animals in all the world because I showed off. Now, if I
showed off before these Queens of Persia and Egypt and Abyssinia and
China, merely because they worry me, I might be made even more ashamed
than I have been.'

And Balkis the Most Beautiful said, 'O my Lord and Treasure of my Soul,
what will you do?'

And Suleiman-bin-Daoud said, 'O my Lady and Content of my Heart, I
shall continue to endure my fate at the hands of these nine hundred and
ninety-nine Queens who vex me with their continual quarrelling.'

So he went on between the lilies and the loquats and the roses and the
cannas and the heavy-scented ginger-plants that grew in the garden, till
he came to the great camphor-tree that was called the Camphor Tree of
Suleiman-bin-Daoud. But Balkis hid among the tall irises and the spotted
bamboos and the red lillies behind the camphor-tree, so as to be near
her own true love, Suleiman-bin-Daoud.

Presently two Butterflies flew under the tree, quarrelling.

Suleiman-bin-Daoud heard one say to the other, 'I wonder at your
presumption in talking like this to me. Don't you know that if I stamped
with my foot all Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Palace and this garden here would
immediately vanish in a clap of thunder.'

Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud forgot his nine hundred and ninety-nine
bothersome wives, and laughed, till the camphor-tree shook, at the
Butterfly's boast. And he held out his finger and said, 'Little man,
come here.'

The Butterfly was dreadfully frightened, but he managed to fly up to
the hand of Suleiman-bin-Daoud, and clung there, fanning himself.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud bent his head and whispered very softly, 'Little man,
you know that all your stamping wouldn't bend one blade of grass. What
made you tell that awful fib to your wife?--for doubtless she is your
wife.'

The Butterfly looked at Suleiman-bin-Daoud and saw the most wise King's
eye twinkle like stars on a frosty night, and he picked up his courage
with both wings, and he put his head on one side and said, 'O King, live
for ever. She _is_ my wife; and you know what wives are like.'

Suleiman-bin-Daoud smiled in his beard and said, 'Yes, _I_ know, little
brother.'

'One must keep them in order somehow,' said the Butterfly, 'and she has
been quarrelling with me all the morning. I said that to quiet her.'

And Suleiman-bin-Daoud said, 'May it quiet her. Go back to your wife,
little brother, and let me hear what you say.'

Back flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was all of a twitter behind a
leaf, and she said, 'He heard you! Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself heard
you!'

'Heard me!' said the Butterfly. 'Of course he did. I meant him to hear
me.'

'And what did he say? Oh, what did he say?'

'Well,' said the Butterfly, fanning himself most importantly, 'between
you and me, my dear--of course I don't blame him, because his Palace
must have cost a great deal and the oranges are just ripening,--he asked
me not to stamp, and I promised I wouldn't.'

'Gracious!' said his wife, and sat quite quiet; but Suleiman-bin-Daoud
laughed till the tears ran down his face at the impudence of the bad
little Butterfly.

Balkis the Most Beautiful stood up behind the tree among the red lilies
and smiled to herself, for she had heard all this talk. She thought, 'If
I am wise I can yet save my Lord from the persecutions of these
quarrelsome Queens,' and she held out her finger and whispered softly to
the Butterfly's Wife, 'Little woman, come here.' Up flew the Butterfly's
Wife, very frightened, and clung to Balkis's white hand.

Balkis bent her beautiful head down and whispered, 'Little woman, do
you believe what your husband has just said?'

The Butterfly's Wife looked at Balkis, and saw the most beautiful
Queen's eyes shining like deep pools with starlight on them, and she
picked up her courage with both wings and said, 'O Queen, be lovely for
ever. _You_ know what men-folk are like.'

And the Queen Balkis, the Wise Balkis of Sheba, put her hand to her lips
to hide a smile and said, 'Little sister, _I_ know.'

'They get angry,' said the Butterfly's Wife, fanning herself quickly,
'over nothing at all, but we must humour them, O Queen. They never mean
half they say. If it pleases my husband to believe that I believe he can
make Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Palace disappear by stamping his foot, I'm
sure _I_ don't care. He'll forget all about it to-morrow.'

'Little sister,' said Balkis, 'you are quite right; but next time he
begins to boast, take him at his word. Ask him to stamp, and see what
will happen. _We_ know what men-folk are like, don't we? He'll be very
much ashamed.'

Away flew the Butterfly's Wife to her husband, and in five minutes they
were quarrelling worse than ever.

'Remember!' said the Butterfly. 'Remember what I can do if I stamp my
foot.'

'I don't believe you one little bit,' said the Butterfly's Wife. 'I
should very much like to see it done. Suppose you stamp now.'

'I promised Suleiman-bin-Daoud that I wouldn't,' said the Butterfly,
'and I don't want to break my promise.'

'It wouldn't matter if you did,' said his wife. 'You couldn't bend a
blade of grass with your stamping. I dare you to do it,' she said.
'Stamp! Stamp! Stamp!'

Suleiman-bin-Daoud, sitting under the camphor-tree, heard every word of
this, and he laughed as he had never laughed in his life before. He
forgot all about his Queens; he forgot all about the Animal that came
out of the sea; he forgot about showing off. He just laughed with joy,
and Balkis, on the other side of the tree, smiled because her own true
love was so joyful.

Presently the Butterfly, very hot and puffy, came whirling back under
the shadow of the camphor-tree and said to Suleiman, 'She wants me to
stamp! She wants to see what will happen, O Suleiman-bin-Daoud! You know
I can't do it, and now she'll never believe a word I say. She'll laugh
at me to the end of my days!'

'No, little brother,' said Suleiman-bin-Daoud, 'she will never laugh at
you again,' and he turned the ring on his finger--just for the little
Butterfly's sake, not for the sake of showing off,--and, lo and behold,
four huge Djinns came out of the earth!

'Slaves,' said Suleiman-bin-Daoud, 'when this gentleman on my finger'
(that was where the impudent Butterfly was sitting) 'stamps his left
front forefoot you will make my Palace and these gardens disappear in a
clap of thunder. When he stamps again you will bring them back
carefully.'

'Now, little brother,' he said, 'go back to your wife and stamp all
you've a mind to.'

Away flew the Butterfly to his wife, who was crying, 'I dare you to do
it! I dare you to do it! Stamp! Stamp now! Stamp!' Balkis saw the four
vast Djinns stoop down to the four corners of the gardens with the
Palace in the middle, and she clapped her hands softly and said, 'At
last Suleiman-bin-Daoud will do for the sake of a Butterfly what he
ought to have done long ago for his own sake, and the quarrelsome Queens
will be frightened!'

Then the Butterfly stamped. The Djinns jerked the Palace and the gardens
a thousand miles into the air: there was a most awful thunder-clap, and
everything grew inky-black. The Butterfly's Wife fluttered about in the
dark, crying, 'Oh, I'll be good! I'm so sorry I spoke. Only bring the
gardens back, my dear darling husband, and I'll never contradict again.'

The Butterfly was nearly as frightened as his wife, and
Suleiman-bin-Daoud laughed so much that it was several minutes before he
found breath enough to whisper to the Butterfly, 'Stamp again, little
brother. Give me back my Palace, most great magician.'

'Yes, give him back his Palace,' said the Butterfly's Wife, still flying
about in the dark like a moth. 'Give him back his Palace, and don't
let's have any more horrid magic.'

'Well, my dear,' said the Butterfly as bravely as he could, 'you see
what your nagging has led to. Of course it doesn't make any difference
to _me_--I'm used to this kind of thing--but as a favour to you and to
Suleiman-bin-Daoud I don't mind putting things right.'

[Illustration: THIS is the picture of the four gull-winged Djinns
lifting up Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Palace the very minute after the
Butterfly had stamped. The Palace and the gardens and everything came up
in one piece like a board, and they left a big hole in the ground all
full of dust and smoke. If you look in the corner, close to the thing
that looks like a lion, you will see Suleiman-bin-Daoud with his magic
stick and the two Butterflies behind him. The thing that looks like a
lion is really a lion carved in stone, and the thing that looks like a
milk-can is really a piece of a temple or a house or something.
Suleiman-bin-Daoud stood there so as to be out of the way of the dust
and the smoke when the Djinns lifted up the Palace. I don't know the
Djinns' names. They were servants of Suleiman-bin-Daoud's magic ring,
and they changed about every day. They were just common gull-winged
Djinns.

The thing at the bottom is a picture of a very friendly Djinn called
Akraig. He used to feed the little fishes in the sea three times a day,
and his wings were made of pure copper. I put him in to show you what a
nice Djinn is like. He did not help to lift the Palace. He was busy
feeding little fishes in the Arabian Sea when it happened.]

So he stamped once more, and that instant the Djinns let down the Palace
and the gardens, without even a bump. The sun shone on the dark-green
orange leaves; the fountains played among the pink Egyptian lilies; the
birds went on singing, and the Butterfly's Wife lay on her side under
the camphor-tree waggling her wings and panting, 'Oh, I'll be good! I'll
be good!'

Suleiman-bin-Daoud could hardly speak for laughing. He leaned back all
weak and hiccoughy, and shook his finger at the Butterfly and said, 'O
great wizard, what is the sense of returning to me my Palace if at the
same time you slay me with mirth!'

Then came a terrible noise, for all the nine hundred and ninety-nine
Queens ran out of the Palace shrieking and shouting and calling for
their babies. They hurried down the great marble steps below the
fountain, one hundred abreast, and the Most Wise Balkis went statelily
forward to meet them and said, 'What is your trouble, O Queens?'

They stood on the marble steps one hundred abreast and shouted, '_What_
is our trouble? We were living peacefully in our golden palace, as is
our custom, when upon a sudden the Palace disappeared, and we were left
sitting in a thick and noisome darkness; and it thundered, and Djinns
and Afrits moved about in the darkness! _That_ is our trouble, O Head
Queen, and we are most extremely troubled on account of that trouble,
for it was a troublesome trouble, unlike any trouble we have known.'

Then Balkis the Most Beautiful Queen--Suleiman-bin-Daoud's Very Best
Beloved--Queen that was of Sheba and Sabie and the Rivers of the Gold of
the South--from the Desert of Zinn to the Towers of Zimbabwe--Balkis,
almost as wise as the Most Wise Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself, said, 'It is
nothing, O Queens! A Butterfly has made complaint against his wife
because she quarrelled with him, and it has pleased our Lord
Suleiman-bin-Daoud to teach her a lesson in low-speaking and humbleness,
for that is counted a virtue among the wives of the butterflies.'

Then up and spoke an Egyptian Queen--the daughter of a Pharaoh--and she
said, 'Our Palace cannot be plucked up by the roots like a leek for the
sake of a little insect. No! Suleiman-bin-Daoud must be dead, and what
we heard and saw was the earth thundering and darkening at the news.'

Then Balkis beckoned that bold Queen without looking at her, and said to
her and to the others, 'Come and see.'

They came down the marble steps, one hundred abreast, and beneath his
camphor-tree, still weak with laughing, they saw the Most Wise King
Suleiman-bin-Daoud rocking back and forth with a Butterfly on either
hand, and they heard him say, 'O wife of my brother in the air, remember
after this, to please your husband in all things, lest he be provoked to
stamp his foot yet again; for he has said that he is used to this magic,
and he is most eminently a great magician--one who steals away the very
Palace of Suleiman-bin-Daoud himself. Go in peace, little folk!' And he
kissed them on the wings, and they flew away.

Then all the Queens except Balkis--the Most Beautiful and Splendid
Balkis, who stood apart smiling--fell flat on their faces, for they
said, 'If these things are done when a Butterfly is displeased with his
wife, what shall be done to us who have vexed our King with our
loud-speaking and open quarrelling through many days?'

Then they put their veils over their heads, and they put their hands
over their mouths, and they tiptoed back to the Palace most mousy-quiet.

Then Balkis--The Most Beautiful and Excellent Balkis--went forward
through the red lilies into the shade of the camphor-tree and laid her
hand upon Suleiman-bin-Daoud's shoulder and said, 'O my Lord and
Treasure of my Soul, rejoice, for we have taught the Queens of Egypt and
Ethiopia and Abyssinia and Persia and India and China with a great and a
memorable teaching.'

And Suleiman-bin-Daoud, still looking after the Butterflies where they
played in the sunlight, said, 'O my Lady and Jewel of my Felicity, when
did this happen? For I have been jesting with a Butterfly ever since I
came into the garden.' And he told Balkis what he had done.

Balkis--The tender and Most Lovely Balkis--said, 'O my Lord and Regent
of my Existence, I hid behind the camphor-tree and saw it all. It was I
who told the Butterfly's Wife to ask the Butterfly to stamp, because I
hoped that for the sake of the jest my Lord would make some great magic
and that the Queens would see it and be frightened.' And she told him
what the Queens had said and seen and thought.

Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud rose up from his seat under the camphor-tree,
and stretched his arms and rejoiced and said, 'O my Lady and Sweetener
of my Days, know that if I had made a magic against my Queens for the
sake of pride or anger, as I made that feast for all the animals, I
should certainly have been put to shame. But by means of your wisdom I
made the magic for the sake of a jest and for the sake of a little
Butterfly, and--behold--it has also delivered me from the vexations of
my vexatious wives! Tell me, therefore, O my Lady and Heart of my Heart,
how did you come to be so wise?'

And Balkis the Queen, beautiful and tall, looked up into
Suleiman-bin-Daoud's eyes and put her head a little on one side, just
like the Butterfly, and said, 'First, O my Lord, because I loved you;
and secondly, O my Lord, because I know what women-folk are.'

Then they went up to the Palace and lived happily ever afterwards.

But wasn't it clever of Balkis?


          THERE was never a Queen like Balkis,
            From here to the wide world's end;
          But Balkis talked to a butterfly
            As you would talk to a friend.

          There was never a King like Solomon,
            Not since the world began;
          But Solomon talked to a butterfly
            As a man would talk to a man.

          _She_ was Queen of Sabaea--
            And _he_ was Asia's Lord--
          But they both of 'em talked to butterflies
            When they took their walks abroad!


[Illustration]

THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS GARDEN CITY, N. Y.

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Transcriber's Notes:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

Page 157, "waiving" changed to "waving" (Tegumai, waving his)

Page 159, caption "19" was added to illustration.

Page 198, "you" changed to "your" (Wipe your feet)

Page 211, "Your" changed to "You" (You are neither a)

Page 213, "ths" changed to "the" (and the Woman heard him)

Page 225, word "is" added to text (but this is not one)

Page 244, "Pharoah" changed to "Pharaoh" (daughter of a Pharaoh)

Page 278, "Sueliman" changed to "Suleiman" (Then Suleiman-bin-Daoud
rose up)





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