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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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after gratifying him with the best of his store reentered his hole. The Crow returned to his accustomed perch:--and thenceforward the time passed in mutual presents of food, in polite inquiries, and the most unrestrained talk. One day Light o' Leap thus accosted Golden-skin:-- "This is a poor place, your Majesty, for a Crow to get a living in. I should like to leave it and go elsewhere." "Whither wouldst thou go?" replied the King; they say, 'One foot goes, and one foot stands, When the wise man leaves his lands.' "And they say, too," answered the Crow, 'Over-love of home were weakness; wheresoever the hero come, Stalwart arm and steadfast spirit find or win for him a home. Little recks the awless lion where his hunting jungles lie-- When he enters it be certain that a royal prey shall die,' "I know an excellent jungle now." "Which is that?" asked the Mouse-king.
Eastern Shame Girl

_EASTERN SHAME GIRL_ _Translated from the French of_ GEORGE SOULIE DEMORANT _Illustrations by_ MARCEL AVOND _New York Privately Printed 1929_
"In the Nerbudda woods, by Camphor-water," replied the Crow. "There is an old and valued friend of mine lives there--Slow-toes his name is, a very virtuous Tortoise; he will regale me with fish and good things." "Why should I stay behind," said Golden-skin, "if thou goest? Take me also." Accordingly, the two set forth together, enjoying charming converse upon the road. Slow-toes perceived Light o' Leap a long way off, and hastened to do him the guest-rites, extending them to the Mouse upon Light o' Leap's introduction. "Good Slow-toes," said he, "this is Golden-skin, King of the Mice--pay all honor to him--he is burdened with virtues--a very jewel-mine of kindnesses. I don't know if the Prince of all the Serpents, with his two thousand tongues, could rightly repeat them." So speaking, he told the story of Speckle-neck. Thereupon Slow-toes made a profound obeisance to Golden-skin, and said, "How came your Majesty, may I ask, to retire to an unfrequented forest?" "I will tell you," said the King. "You must know that in the town of Champaka there is a college for the devotees. Unto this resorted daily a beggar-priest, named Chudakarna, whose custom was to place his begging-dish upon the shelf, with such alms in it as he had not eaten, and go to sleep by it; and I, so soon as he slept, used to jump up, and devour the meal. One day a great friend of his, named Vinakarna, also a