OLD SULTAN
OLD SULTAN
A shepherd had a
faithful dog, called Sultan, who was grown very old, and had lost all his
teeth. And one day when the shepherd and his wife were standing together before
the house the shepherd said, ‘I will shoot old Sultan tomorrow morning, for he
is of no use now.’ But his wife said, ‘Pray let the poor faithful creature live;
he has served us well a great many years, and we ought to give him a livelihood
for the rest of his days.’ ‘But what can we do with him?’ said the shepherd,
‘he has not a tooth in his head, and the thieves don’t care for him at all; to
be sure he has served us, but then he did it to earn his livelihood; tomorrow
shall be his last day, depend upon it.’
Poor Sultan, who was
lying close by them, heard all that the shepherd and his wife said to one
another, and was very much frightened to think tomorrow would be his last day;
so in the evening he went to his good friend the wolf, who lived in the wood,
and told him all his sorrows, and how his master meant to kill him in the
morning. ‘Make yourself easy,’ said the wolf, ‘I will give you some good
advice. Your master, you know, goes out every morning very early with his wife
into the field; and they take their little child with them, and lay it down
behind the hedge in the shade while they are at work. Now do you lie down close
by the child, and pretend to be watching it, and I will come out of the wood
and run away with it; you must run after me as fast as you can, and I will let
it drop; then you may carry it back, and they will think you have saved their
child, and will be so thankful to you that they will take care of you as long
as you live.’ The dog liked this plan very well; and accordingly so it was
managed. The wolf ran with the child a little way; the shepherd and his wife
screamed out; but Sultan soon overtook him, and carried the poor little thing back
to his master and mistress. Then the shepherd patted him on the head, and said,
‘Old Sultan has saved our child from the wolf, and therefore he shall live and
be well taken care of, and have plenty to eat. Wife, go home, and give him a
good dinner, and let him have my old cushion to sleep on as long as he lives.’
So from this time forward Sultan had all that he could wish for.
Soon afterwards the wolf
came and wished him joy, and said, ‘Now, my good fellow, you must tell no
tales, but turn your head the other way when I want to taste one of the old
shepherd’s fine fat sheep.’ ‘No,’ said the Sultan; ‘I will be true to my
master.’ However, the wolf thought he was in joke, and came one night to get a
dainty morsel. But Sultan had told his master what the wolf meant to do; so he
laid wait for him behind the barn door, and when the wolf was busy looking out
for a good fat sheep, he had a stout cudgel laid about his back, that combed
his locks for him finely.
Then the wolf was very
angry, and called Sultan ‘an old rogue,’ and swore he would have his revenge.
So the next morning the wolf sent the boar to challenge Sultan to come into the
wood to fight the matter. Now Sultan had nobody he could ask to be his second
but the shepherd’s old three-legged cat; so he took her with him, and as the
poor thing limped along with some trouble, she stuck up her tail straight in
the air.
The wolf and the wild
boar were first on the ground; and when they espied their enemies coming, and
saw the cat’s long tail standing straight in the air, they thought she was
carrying a sword for Sultan to fight with; and every time she limped, they
thought she was picking up a stone to throw at them; so they said they should
not like this way of fighting, and the boar lay down behind a bush, and the
wolf jumped up into a tree. Sultan and the cat soon came up, and looked about
and wondered that no one was there. The boar, however, had not quite hidden
himself, for his ears stuck out of the bush; and when he shook one of them a
little, the cat, seeing something move, and thinking it was a mouse, sprang
upon it, and bit and scratched it, so that the boar jumped up and grunted, and
ran away, roaring out, ‘Look up in the tree, there sits the one who is to
blame.’ So they looked up, and espied the wolf sitting amongst the branches;
and they called him a cowardly rascal, and would not suffer him to come down
till he was heartily ashamed of himself, and had promised to be good friends
again with old Sultan.
OLD SULTAN
A shepherd had a
faithful dog, called Sultan, who was grown very old, and had lost all his
teeth. And one day when the shepherd and his wife were standing together before
the house the shepherd said, ‘I will shoot old Sultan tomorrow morning, for he
is of no use now.’ But his wife said, ‘Pray let the poor faithful creature live;
he has served us well a great many years, and we ought to give him a livelihood
for the rest of his days.’ ‘But what can we do with him?’ said the shepherd,
‘he has not a tooth in his head, and the thieves don’t care for him at all; to
be sure he has served us, but then he did it to earn his livelihood; tomorrow
shall be his last day, depend upon it.’
Poor Sultan, who was
lying close by them, heard all that the shepherd and his wife said to one
another, and was very much frightened to think tomorrow would be his last day;
so in the evening he went to his good friend the wolf, who lived in the wood,
and told him all his sorrows, and how his master meant to kill him in the
morning. ‘Make yourself easy,’ said the wolf, ‘I will give you some good
advice. Your master, you know, goes out every morning very early with his wife
into the field; and they take their little child with them, and lay it down
behind the hedge in the shade while they are at work. Now do you lie down close
by the child, and pretend to be watching it, and I will come out of the wood
and run away with it; you must run after me as fast as you can, and I will let
it drop; then you may carry it back, and they will think you have saved their
child, and will be so thankful to you that they will take care of you as long
as you live.’ The dog liked this plan very well; and accordingly so it was
managed. The wolf ran with the child a little way; the shepherd and his wife
screamed out; but Sultan soon overtook him, and carried the poor little thing back
to his master and mistress. Then the shepherd patted him on the head, and said,
‘Old Sultan has saved our child from the wolf, and therefore he shall live and
be well taken care of, and have plenty to eat. Wife, go home, and give him a
good dinner, and let him have my old cushion to sleep on as long as he lives.’
So from this time forward Sultan had all that he could wish for.
Soon afterwards the wolf
came and wished him joy, and said, ‘Now, my good fellow, you must tell no
tales, but turn your head the other way when I want to taste one of the old
shepherd’s fine fat sheep.’ ‘No,’ said the Sultan; ‘I will be true to my
master.’ However, the wolf thought he was in joke, and came one night to get a
dainty morsel. But Sultan had told his master what the wolf meant to do; so he
laid wait for him behind the barn door, and when the wolf was busy looking out
for a good fat sheep, he had a stout cudgel laid about his back, that combed
his locks for him finely.
Then the wolf was very
angry, and called Sultan ‘an old rogue,’ and swore he would have his revenge.
So the next morning the wolf sent the boar to challenge Sultan to come into the
wood to fight the matter. Now Sultan had nobody he could ask to be his second
but the shepherd’s old three-legged cat; so he took her with him, and as the
poor thing limped along with some trouble, she stuck up her tail straight in
the air.
The wolf and the wild
boar were first on the ground; and when they espied their enemies coming, and
saw the cat’s long tail standing straight in the air, they thought she was
carrying a sword for Sultan to fight with; and every time she limped, they
thought she was picking up a stone to throw at them; so they said they should
not like this way of fighting, and the boar lay down behind a bush, and the
wolf jumped up into a tree. Sultan and the cat soon came up, and looked about
and wondered that no one was there. The boar, however, had not quite hidden
himself, for his ears stuck out of the bush; and when he shook one of them a
little, the cat, seeing something move, and thinking it was a mouse, sprang
upon it, and bit and scratched it, so that the boar jumped up and grunted, and
ran away, roaring out, ‘Look up in the tree, there sits the one who is to
blame.’ So they looked up, and espied the wolf sitting amongst the branches;
and they called him a cowardly rascal, and would not suffer him to come down
till he was heartily ashamed of himself, and had promised to be good friends
again with old Sultan.
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