is teeth into the Jackal's leg.

How the Jackal did howl, to be sure! He was a great coward, and even
used to cry when his teeth were pulled out by the dentist. So now he
howled at the top of his voice, "Let me go! Let me go!"

But the Tortoise held on like grim death. He was
too weak to pull the Jackal under, but he was too heavy
for the Jackal to pull out; so there he bides his time.
By-and-by the tide began to rise. The tide rose to the
Jackal's middle, it rose to his head; and his last howls
came up from underneath the water in big
bubbles, which showed that the crafty
Jackal would play his mean
tricks never more.

The Farmer's Ass

THERE was once a Farmer, who had an Ass. It was the habit of this Ass to
lift up his voice and bray, whenever he heard the church bells
a-ringing. Now in the country where this Farmer lived, they used to
believe that a man's soul passes when he dies into an animal, or
something else. So this Farmer thought that any Ass that was fond of
church bells, must have been a great saint in some former life.
Accordingly, he named his Ass St. Anthony.

All his life long, this Ass served the Farmer faithfully, and earned him
a great deal of money. At last the Ass died of old age.

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The Farmer was very sad and sorry when his Ass died. "My Ass served me
faithfully," said he, "and it's only fair he should have a good
funeral." So he sent for the undertaker, and told him to make a big
coffin, and put it on a hearse, and buried the Ass with great splendour.
Then he shaved off every scrap of hair from his head, as the custom was
in those parts when anybody died, and gave a funeral feast to all his
relations, and dressed himself in black.

Next time he went to the Grocer's to buy sugar, the Grocer noticed his
head shaved bare, and the black clothes, so he knew some one must be
dead, a relation or a great friend.

"I am sorry to see you have lost some one," said he; "who is it?"

"St. Anthony is dead," said the Farmer.

"Dear me," said the Grocer, "and I never heard of it. How very sad!"
Thought he to himself, "I had best have my head shaved too, or else
people will call me hard-hearted."

So when the Farmer had bought his sugar, and was gone, the Grocer went
to the Barber and had his head shaved. Then he put on a black coat and
necktie.

By-and-by a Soldier came to have a chat