t comprehend
it. He was surprised, and agreed that he had been beaten. Little Hum
flew away, leaving poor old Carabao stupefied and hardly able to move,
because of the great quantity of water he had drunk.

Notes.

That this story was not imported from the Occident is pretty clearly
established by the existence in North Borneo of a tale almost identical
with it. The Borneo fable, which is told as a "just-so" story, and
is entitled "The Kandowei [rice-bird] and the Kerbau [carabao],"
may be found in Evans (pp. 423-424). It runs about as follows:--

The bird said to the buffalo, "If I were to drink the water of a
stream, I could drink it all."--"I also," said the buffalo, "could
finish it; for I am very big, while you are very small."--"Very well,"
said the bird, "tomorrow we will drink." In the morning, when the water
was coming down in flood, the bird told the buffalo to drink first. The
buffalo drank and drank; but the water only came down the faster,
and at length he was forced to stop. So the buffalo said to the bird,
"You can take my place and try, for I cannot finish." Now, the bird
waited till the flood had gone down; and when it had done so, he put
his beak into the water and pretended to drink. Then he waited till
all the water had run away out of the stream, and said to the buffalo,
"See, I have finished it!" And since the bird outwitted the buffalo
in this manner, the buffalo has become his slave, and the bird rides
on his back.

I know of no other Philippine versions, but I dare say that many
exist between Luzon and Mindanao.

TALE 63

THE CAMANCHILE AND THE PASSION.

Narrated by Fernando M. Maramag of Ilagan, Isabella province. He says
that this is an Ilocano story.

Once upon a time there grew in a forest a large camanchile-tree [107]
with spreading branches. Near this tree grew many other trees with
beautiful fragrant flowers that attracted travellers. The camanchile
had no fragrant flowers; but still its crown was beautifully shaped,
for the leaves received as much light as the leaves of the other
trees. But the beauty of the crown proved of no attraction to
travellers, and they passed the tree by.

One day Camanchile exclaimed aloud, "Oh, what a dreary life I lead! I
would that I had flowers like the others, so that travellers would
visit me often!" A vine by the name of Passion, which grew near by,
heard Camanchile's exclamation. Now, this vine grew fairly close
to the ground, a