The Adventures of A Jackal
In a country which is full of wild beasts of all sorts there once lived a
jackal and a hedgehog, and, unlike though they were, the two animals made great
friends, and were often seen in each other's company.
One afternoon they were walking along a road together, when the jackal, who
was the taller of the two, exclaimed,
Oh! there is a barn full of corn; let us go and eat some.'
`Yes, do let us!' answered the hedgehog. So they went to the barn, and ate
till they could eat no more. Then the jackal put on his shoes, which he had
taken off so as to make no noise, and they returned to the high road.
After they had gone some way they met a panther, who stopped, and bowing
politely, said,
`Excuse my speaking to you, but I cannot help admiring those shoes of yours.
Do you mind telling me who made them?'
`Yes, I think they are rather nice,' answered the jackal; `I made them
myself, though.'
`Could you make me a pair like them.?' asked the panther eagerly.
`I would do my best, of course,' replied the jackal; `but you must kill me a
cow, and when we have eaten the flesh I will take the skin and make your shoes
out of it.'
So the panther prowled about until he saw a fine cow grazing apart from the
rest of the herd. He killed it instantly, and then gave a cry to the jackal and
hedgehog to come to the place where he was. They soon skinned the dead beast,
and spread its skin out to dry, after which they had a grand feast before they
curled themselves up for the night, and slept soundly.
Next morning the jackal got up early and set to work upon the shoes, while
the panther sat by and looked on with delight. At last they were finished, and
the jackal arose and stretched himself.
`Now go and lay them in the sun out there,' said he; `in a couple of hours
they will be ready to put on; but do not attempt to wear them before, or you
will feel them most uncomfortable. But I see the sun is high in the heavens, and
we must be continuing our journey.'
The panther, who always believed what everybody told him, did exactly as he
was bid, and in two hours' time began to fasten on the shoes. They certainly set
off his paws wonderfully, and he stretched out his forepaws and looked at them
with pride. But when he tried to walk-ah! that was another story! They were so
stiff and hard that he nearly shrieked every step he took, and at last he sank
down where he was, and actually began to cry.
After some time some little partridges who were hopping about heard the poor
panther's groans, and went up to see what was the matter. He had never tried to
make his dinner off them, and they had always been quite friendly.
`You seem in pain,' said one of them, fluttering close to him, `can we help
you?'
`Oh, it is the jackal! He made me these shoes; they are so hard and tight
that they hurt my feet, and I cannot manage to kick them off.'
`Lie still, and we will soften them,' answered the kind little partridge. And
calling to his' brothers, they all flew to the nearest spring, and carried water
in their beaks, which they poured over the shoes. This they did till the hard
leather grew soft, and the panther was able to slip his feet out of them.
`Oh, thank you, thank you,' he cried, skipping round with joy. `I feel a
different creature. Now I will go after the jackal and pay him my debts.' And he
bounded away into the forest.
But the jackal had been very cunning, and had trotted backwards and forwards
and in and out, so that it was very difficult to know which track he had really
followed. At length, however, the panther caught sight of his enemy, at the same
moment that the jackal had caught sight of him. The panther gave a loud roar,
and sprang forward, but the jackal was too quick for him and plunged into a
dense thicket, where the panther could not follow.
Disgusted with his failure, but more angry than ever, the panther lay down
for a while to consider what he should do next, and as he was thinking, an old
man came by.
Oh! father, tell me how I can repay the jackal for the way he has served me!'
And without more ado he told his story.
If you take my advice,' answered the old man, `you will kill a cow, and
invite all the jackals in the forest to the feast. Watch them carefully while
they are eating, and you will see that most of them keep their eyes on their
food. But if one of them glances at you, you will know that is the traitor.'
The panther, whose manners were always good, thanked the old man, and
followed his counsel. The cow was killed, and the partridges flew about with
invitations to the jackals, who gathered in large numbers to the feast. The
wicked jackal came amongst them; but as the panther had only seen him once he
could not distinguish him from the rest. However, they all took their places on
wooden seats placed round the dead cow, which was laid across the boughs of a
fallen tree, and began their dinner, each jackal fixing his eyes greedily on the
piece of meat before him. Only one of them seemed uneasy, and every now and then
glanced in the direction of his host. This the panther noticed, and suddenly
made a bound at the culprit and seized his tail; but again the jackal was too
quick for him, and catching up a knife he cut off his tail and darted into the
forest, followed by all the rest of the party. And before the panther had
recovered from his surprise he found himself alone.
`What am I to do now?' he asked the old man, who soon came back to see how
things had turned out.
It is very unfortunate, certainly,' answered he; `but I think I know where
you can find him. There is a melon garden about two miles from here, and as
jackals are very fond of melons they are nearly sure to have gone there to feed.
If you see a tailless jackal you will know that he is the one you want.' So the
panther thanked him and went his way.
Now the jackal had guessed what advice the old man would give his enemy, and
so, while his friends were greedily eating the ripest melons in the sunniest
corner of the garden, he stole behind them and tied their tails together. He had
only just finished when his ears caught the sound of breaking branches; and he
cried: `Quick quick! here comes the master of the garden!' And the jackals
sprang up and ran away in all directions, leaving their tails behind them. And
how was the panther to know which was his enemy?
They none of them had any tails,' he said sadly to the old man, ° and I am
tired of hunting them. I shall leave them alone and go and catch something for
supper.'
Of course the hedgehog had not been able to take part in any of these
adventures; but as soon as all danger was over, the jackal went to look for his
friend, whom he was lucky enough to find at home.
'Ah, there you are,' he said gaily. `I have lost my tail since I saw you
last. And other people have lost theirs too; but that is no matter! I am hungry,
so come with me to the shepherd who is sitting over there, and we will ask him
to sell us one of his sheep.'
Yes, that is a good plan,' answered the hedgehog. And he walked as fast as
his little legs would go to keep up with the jackal. When they reached the
shepherd the jackal pulled out his purse from under his foreleg, and made his
bargain.
Only wait till to-morrow,' said the shepherd, `and I will give you the
biggest sheep you ever saw. But he always feeds at some distance from the rest
of the flock, and it would take me a long time to catch him.'
Well, it is very tiresome, but I suppose I must wait,' replied the jackal.
And he and the hedgehog looked about for a nice dry cave in which to make
themselves comfortable for the night. But, after they had gone, the shepherd
killed one of his sheep, and stripped off his skin, which he sewed tightly round
a greyhound he had with him, and put a cord round its neck. Then he lay down and
went to sleep.
Very, very early, before the sun was properly up, the jackal and the hedgehog
were pulling at the shepherd's cloak.
`Wake up,' they said, `and give us that sheep. We have had nothing to eat all
night, and are very hungry.'
The shepherd yawned and rubbed his eyes. `He is tied up to that tree; go and
take him.' So they went to the tree and unfastened the cord, and turned to go
back to the cave where they had slept, dragging the greyhound after them. When
they reached the cave the jackal said to the hedgehog,
`Before I kill him let me see whether he is fat or thin.' And he stood a
little way back, so that he might the better examine the animal. After looking
at him, with his head on one side, for a minute or two, he nodded gravely.
`He is quite fat enough; he is a good sheep.'
But the hedgehog, who sometimes showed more cunning than anyone would have
guessed, answered,
`My friend, you are talking nonsense. The wool is indeed a sheep's wool, but
the paws of my uncle the greyhound peep out from underneath.'
He is a sheep,' repeated the jackal, who did not like to think anyone
cleverer than himself.
Hold the cord while I look at him,' answered the hedgehog.
Very unwillingly the jackal held the rope, while the hedgehog walked slowly
round the greyhound till he reached the jackal again. He knew quite well by the
paws and tail that it was a greyhound and not a sheep, that the shepherd had
sold them; and as he could not tell what turn affairs might take, he resolved to
get out of the way.
Oh! yes, you are right,' he said to the jackal; I but I never can eat till I
have first drunk. I will just go and quench my thirst from that spring at the
edge of the wood, and then I shall be ready for breakfast.'
`Don't be long, then,' called the jackal, as the hedgehog hurried off at his
best pace. And he lay down under a rock to wait for him.
More than an hour passed by and the hedgehog had had plenty of time to go to
the spring and back, and still there was no sign of him. And this was very
natural, as he had hidden himself in some long grass under a tree.
At length the jackal guessed that for some reason his friend had run away,
and determined to wait for his breakfast no longer. So he went up to the place
where the greyhound had been tethered and untied the rope. But just as he was
about to spring on his back and give him a deadly bite, the jackal heard a low
growl, which never proceeded from the throat of any sheep. Like a flash of
lightning the jackal threw down the cord and was flying across the plain; but
though his legs were long, the greyhound's legs were longer still, and he soon
came up with his prey. The jackal turned to fight, but he was no match for the
greyhound, and in a few minutes he was lying dead on the ground, while the
greyhound was trotting peacefully back to the shepherd.
[Nouveaux Contes Berberes, par Rene Basset.]
(from The Orange Fairy Book , by Andrew Lang)
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