ying drunk and insensible. The Cogia instantly stripped him of his
feradje or upper coat, and putting it on his own back, walked away. On
the other hand, the Governor, on getting up, saw that he had lost his
feradje, and going to his officers gave them the following command,
'Whomsoever you find with my feradje upon him, lay hold on and bring him
before me.' The officials seeing the feradje on the back of the Cogia,
made him their prisoner, and brought him before the Governor, who said to
him, 'Ho, Cogia, where did you find that feradje?' 'As I was taking a
walk with Amad,' said the Cogia, 'we saw a fellow lying drunk; whereupon
Amad twice uncovered his breech, and I, taking off his feradje, went away
with it. If it is yours, pray take it.' 'Oh no, it does not belong to
me,' said the Governor.

One day the Cogia having lain down to sleep on the bank of a river
imagined himself dead. An individual coming up said, 'I wonder where one
could cross this water.' Said the Cogia, 'When I was alive I crossed
over here, but now I can't tell you where you should cross.'

One day a Persian barber was shaving the Cogia's head. At every stroke
of his razor he cut his head, and to every place which he cut he applied
a piece of cotton. Said the Cogia to the barber, 'My good fellow, you
had better sow half of my head with cotton and let me sow the other half
with flax.'

One time the Cogia went to the well to draw water, but seeing the face of
the moon reflected in the well, he exclaimed, 'The moon has fallen into
the well, I must pull it out.' Then going home, he took a rope and hook,
and returning, cast it into the well, where the hook became fastened
against a stone. The Cogia, exerting all his might, pulled at the rope,
once, twice, but at the second pulling the rope snapped, and he fell upon
his back, and looking up into the heaven, saw the moon, whereupon he
exclaimed, 'O praise and glory, I have suffered much pain, but the moon
has got to its place again.'

One day the Cogia going into a person's garden climbed up into an apricot-
tree and began to eat the apricots. The master coming said, 'Cogia, what
are you doing here?' 'Dear me,' said the Cogia, 'don't you see that I am
a nightingale sitting in the apricot-tree?' Said the gardener, 'Let me
hear you sing.' The Cogia began to warble. Whereupon the other fell to
laughing, and said, 'Do you call that singing?' 'I am a Persian
nightingale,' said the Cogia, 'an