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Hindu literature : Comprising The Book of good counsels, Nala and Damayanti, The Ramayana, and Sakoontala

Creator: Anonymous, Dutt, Toru, 1856-1877, Kalidasa, Valmiki
Translator: Arnold, Edwin, Sir, 1832-1904, Griffiths, R. T. H., Monier-Williams, Monier, Sir, 1819-1899
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'Floating on his fearless pinions, lost amid the noon-day skies, Even thence the Eagle's vision kens the carcase where it lies; But the hour that comes to all things comes unto the Lord of Air, And he rushes, madly blinded, to his ruin in the snare,'" With this correction Golden-skin proceeded to perform the duties of hospitality, and afterwards, embracing and dismissing them, the pigeons left for such destination as they fancied, and the King of the Mice retired again into his hole. Now Light o' Leap, the Crow, had been a spectator of the whole transaction, and wondered at it so much that at last he called out, "Ho! Golden-skin, thou very laudable Prince, let me too be a friend of thine, and give me thy friendship." "Who art thou?" said Golden-skin, who heard him, but would not come out of his hole. "I am the Crow Light o' Leap," replied the other. "How can I possibly be on good terms with thee?" answered Golden-skin with a laugh; "have you never read-- 'When Food is friends with Feeder, look for Woe,
The Gay Cockade

[Illustration: AND HERE, DAY AFTER DAY, HE SAT ALONE] THE GAY COCKADE BY TEMPLE BAILEY AUTHOR OF THE TRUMPETER SWAN, THE TIN SOLDIER, Etc. FRONTISPIECE BY C.E. CHAMBERS [Illustration]
The Jackal ate the Deer, but for the Crow,' "No! how was that?" "I will tell thee," replied Golden-skin:-- THE STORY OF THE JACKAL, DEER, AND CROW "Far away in Behar there is a forest called Champak-Grove,[7] and in it had long lived in much affection a Deer and a Crow. The Deer, roaming unrestrained, happy and fat of carcase, was one day descried by a Jackal. 'Ho! ho!' thought the Jackal on observing him, 'if I could but get this soft meat for a meal! It might be--if I can only win his confidence,' Thus reflecting he approached, and saluted him. 'Health be to thee, friend Deer!' 'Who art thou?' said the Deer. 'I'm Small-wit, the Jackal,' replied the other. 'I live in the wood here, as the dead do, without a friend; but now that I have met with such a friend as thou, I feel as if I were beginning life again with plenty of relations. Consider me your faithful servant.' 'Very well,' said the Deer; and then, as the glorious King of Day, whose