within and the
jogi's voice crying aloud for help; but they dared not enter, for had
they not been told that whatever the noise, they must not come in? So
they sat outside, waiting and wondering; and at last all grew still
and quiet, and remained so for such a long time that they determined
to enter and see if all was well. No sooner had they opened the door
leading into the courtyard than they were nearly upset by a huge monkey
that came leaping straight to the doorway and escaped past them into
the open fields. Then they stepped into the room, and there they saw the
jogi's body lying torn to pieces on the threshold of his dwelling!

Very soon the story spread, as stories will, and reached the ears of the
princess and her husband, and when she knew that her enemy was dead she
made her peace with her father.

From Major Campbell, Feroshepore.

The Heart of a Monkey

A long time ago a little town made up of a collection of low huts stood
in a tiny green valley at the foot of a cliff. Of course the people had
taken great care to build their houses out of reach of the highest tide
which might be driven on shore by a west wind, but on the very edge of
the town there had sprung up a tree so large that half its boughs hung
over the huts and the other half over the deep sea right under the
cliff, where sharks loved to come and splash in the clear water. The
branches of the tree itself were laden with fruit, and every day at
sunrise a big grey monkey might have been seen sitting in the topmost
branches having his breakfast, and chattering to himself with delight.

After he had eaten all the fruit on the town side of the tree the monkey
swung himself along the branches to the part which hung over the water.
While he was looking out for a nice shady place where he might perch
comfortably he noticed a shark watching him from below with greedy eyes.

'Can I do anything for you, my friend?' asked the monkey politely.

'Oh! if you only would thrown me down some of those delicious things,
I should be so grateful,' answered the shark. 'After you have lived on
fish for fifty years you begin to feel you would like a change. And I am
so very, very tired of the taste of salt.'

'Well, I don't like salt myself,' said the monkey; 'so if you will open
your mouth I will throw this beautiful juicy kuyu into it,' and, as he
spoke, he pulled one off the branch just over his head. But it was not
so easy to hit the shark's mouth as