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Title: The violet fairy book
Year: 1906 (1900s)
Authors: Lang, Andrew, 1844-1912 Ford, H. J. (Henry Justice), 1860-1941, ill
Subjects: Folklore Fairy tales
Publisher: London New York : Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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r ourselves, we donot weep for the gazelle. And they said furthermore : The gazelle did you much good, and if anyone sayshe could have done more for you he is a liar! There-fore, to us who have done you no good, what treatmentwill you give? The gazelle has died from bitterness ofsoul, and you ordered your slaves to throw it into thewell. Ah! leave us alone that we may weep. But Sultan Darai would not heed their words, andthe dead gazelle was thrown into the well. When the mistress heard of it, she sent three slaves,mounted on donkeys, with a letter to her father thesultan, and when the sultan had read the letter hebowed his head and wept, like a man who had lost hismother. And he commanded horses to be saddled, andcalled the governor and the judges and all the rich men,and said: Come now with me; let us go and bury it. Night and day they travelled, till the sultan came tothe well where the gazelle had been thrown. And it was alarge well, built round a rock, with room for many people ;
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THE STORY OF A GAZELLE 147 and the sultan entered, and the judges and the rich menfollowed him. And when he saw the gazelle lying therehe wept afresh, and took it in his arms and carried itaway. AYhen the three slaves went and told their mistresswhat the sultan had done, and how all the people wereweeping, she answered : I too have eaten no food, neither have I drunkwater, since the day the gazelle died. I have not spoken,and I have not laughed. The sultan took the gazelle and buried it, and orderedthe people to wear mourning for it, so there was greatmourning throughout the city. Now after the days of mourning were at an end, thewife was sleeping at her husbands side, and in her sleepshe dreamed that she was once more in her fathers house,and when she woke up it was no dream. And the man dreamed that he was on the dust-heap,scratching. And when he woke, behold ! that also was nodream, but the truth. fSwahili Tales.) 148 HOW A FISH SWAM IN THE AIE AND AHARE IN THE WATER ONCE upon a ti

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