Tit for Tat by Unknown
THERE once lived a camel and a jackal who were
great friends. One day the Jackal said to the Camel:
"I know that there is a fine field of sugar cane on
the other side of the river. If you will take me across, I'll
show you the place. This plan will suit me as well as you.
You will enjoy eating the sugar cane, and I am sure to find
many crabs, bones, and bits of fish by the riverside, on which
to make a good dinner."
The Camel consented and swam across the river, taking the
Jackal, who could not swim, on his back. When they reached
the other side, the Camel went to eating the sugar cane, and
the Jackal ran up and down the river bank devouring all the
crabs, bits of fish, and bones he could find.
But being so much smaller an animal, he had made an excellent
meal before the Camel had eaten more than two or
three mouthfuls; and no sooner had he finished his dinner than
he ran round and round the sugar-cane field, yelping and
howling with all his might.
The villagers heard him, and thought: "There is a jackal
among the sugar canes; he will be scratching holes in the
ground and spoiling the roots of the plants." And they all
went down to the place to drive him away. But when they got
there they found to their surprise not only a jackal, but a camel
who was eating the sugar canes! This made them very angry,
and they caught the poor Camel and drove him from the field
and beat and beat him until he was nearly dead.
When they had gone, the Jackal said to the Camel, "We
had better go home." And the Camel said: "Very well; then
jump upon my back as you did before."
So the Jackal jumped upon the Camel's back, and the Camel
began to recross the river. When they had got well into the
water the Camel said: "This is a pretty way in which you
have treated me, friend Jackal. No sooner had you finished
your own dinner than you must go yelping about the place
loud enough to arouse the whole village, and bring all the
villagers down to beat me black and blue, and turn me out of
the field before I had eaten two mouthfuls! What in the
world did you make such a noise for?"
"I don't know," said the Jackal. "It is a habit I have.
I always like to sing a little after dinner."
The Camel waded on through the river. The water reached
up to his knees—then above them—up, up, up, higher and
higher, until he was obliged to swim. Then turning to the
Jackal he said, "I feel very anxious to roll." "Oh, pray
don't; why do you wish to do so?" asked the Jackal. "I don't
know," answered the Camel. "It is a habit I have. I always
like to have a little roll after dinner." So saying, he
rolled over in the water, shaking the Jackal off as he did so.
And the Jackal was drowned, but the Camel swam safely