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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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WAR When the next day of instruction was come, the King's sons spake to the Sage, Vishnu-Sarman. "Master," said they, "we are Princes, and the sons of Princes, and we earnestly desire to hear thee discourse upon War." "I am to speak on what shall please you," replied Vishnu-Sarman. "Hear now, therefore, of 'War,' whose opening is thus:-- 'Between the peoples of Peacock and Swan[16] War raged; and evenly the contest ran, Until the Swans to trust the Crows began.' 'And how was all that?' asked the sons of the Rajah. Vishnu-Sarman proceeded to relate-- THE BATTLE OF THE SWANS AND PEACOCKS
Abroad with the Jimmies

[Illustration: _Lilian Bell_ Duogravure From the Painting by Oliver Dennett Grover] Abroad with the Jimmies BY LILIAN BELL,
"In the Isle of Camphor there is a lake called 'Lotus-water,' and therein a Swan-Royal, named 'Silver-sides,' had his residence. The birds of the marsh and the mere had elected him King, in full council of all the fowls--for a people with no ruler is like a ship that is without a helmsman. One day King Silver-sides, with his courtiers, was quietly reposing on a couch of well-spread lotus-blossoms, when a Crane, named 'Long-bill,' who had just arrived from foreign parts, entered the presence with an obeisance, and sat down. 'What news from abroad, Long-bill?' asked his Majesty. 'Great news, may it please you,' answered the Crane, 'and therefore have I hastened hither. Will your Majesty hear me?' 'Speak!' said King Silver-sides. 'You must know, my Liege,' began the Crane, 'that over all the birds of the Vindhya mountains in Jambudwipa a Peacock is King, and his name is 'Jewel-plume,' I was looking for food about a certain burnt jungle there, when some of his retainers discovered me, and asked my name and country. 'I am a vassal of King Silver-sides, Lord of the Island of Camphor,' I replied, 'and I am travelling in foreign lands for my pleasure.' Upon that the birds asked me which country, my own or theirs, and which King, appeared to me superior. 'How can you ask?' I replied; 'the island of Camphor is, as it were, Heaven itself, and its King a heaven-born ruler. To dwellers in a barren land like yours how can I