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Balochi Tales (Folklore History Series)
Balochi Tales (Folklore History Series)
Balochi Tales (Folklore History Series)
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The Balochi people and language is spread from the coast of Iran to the interior of Pakistan. There are few written sources of their tribal legends and folklore. M. Longworth Dames brings together his wealth of knowledge on tribal language and culture, as a member of the esteemed folklore society to translate and compile this fascinating collection. Many of the earliest books, particularly those dating back to the 1900's and before, are now extremely rare and increasingly expensive. We are republishing these classic works in affordable, high quality, modern editions, using the original text and artwork
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Release dateSep 6, 2016
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    Balochi Tales (Folklore History Series) - M. Longworth Dames

    BALOCHI TALES.

    ¹

    I.

    THE TIGER AND THE FOX.

    IN a certain wood, where dwelt many jackals and foxes, a tiger came and took up his abode. And what did he do? This is what he used to do. Every day he would kill a jackal or two. So the jackals and foxes gathered together, and said: If he goes on this way he will destroy us all, so, as we are now assembled here, let us agree that each one will take his turn to be devoured. And so they did: every day they used to give to the tiger the one whose turn it was. One day it was a fox’s turn. At first he hid himself, but then he thought, Now I have to go, for I am hemmed in on both sides. I’ll go, but I’ll try by some trick to keep my breath in me. So on he went, shivering as he went, till he came to the tiger’s presence. Ah! says the tiger, you fox, why have you been so long? Sire, said the fox, another tiger has come to live in your country. Where is that tiger? said the tiger. Come with me, said the fox, and I will show him to you. So the fox went in front and the tiger went behind, and they went on till they came to a well. They came and stood at the mouth of the well, and then the fox said: Oh, my lord Tiger! that other tiger has just come home after feeding on a jackal, and he is now sitting inside this well. Then the tiger said: What kind of tiger can he be to come to my country! Either I must stay here alone or he can stay alone, but we cannot live together." Then he went up to the well and looked in, and saw a tiger sitting there. But really it was only his own shadow, and no tiger. With that he leapt into the well, and there was drowned and perished.

    Then the fox went back to his home, jumping for joy as he went. He called out to his brethren: Come here! foxes and jackals! They came up at his call, and were very angry, and said: You fox! it was your turn to be eaten by the tiger; why have you come back? Now the tiger will be in a rage, and will come and kill two or three jackals and two or three foxes. But the fox answered them: Don’t you be afraid. I have killed that tiger. They all said: You are a fox and he is a tiger; how then could you kill him? He said: Come, and I’ll show him to you. They set out in great fear after the fox, and, trembling with fright, they came and stood at the mouth of the well. The fox gave a shout and said: Come and see how I have slain the tiger and cast him into this well. They peeped in, and said that it was the truth, and that the tiger was lying dead in the well; and they all rejoiced exceedingly.

    ¹ Translated from the original orally collected by Mr. Dames in Baluchistan.—ED. F.-L.

    II.

    THE KING WHO HAD A BOIL ON HIS FACE.

    There was once a king who had a boil on his face, and many doctors physicked him, but it would not heal. One day a physician came to him, and said: Buy a lad and kill him, take out his liver and tie it on the boil, and it will be healed. So the king had a proclamation made in the land. A starving man brought his son and sold him to the king, took his money, and went his way. The king ordered that the lad should be taken away and shut up in a room. The king’s men took him away and shut him up in a room. Then the king considered in his heart that the lad was now old enough to understand, and most likely, he thought, he is now weeping because I am going to kill him. So he said to one of his men, Go and see what the lad is doing. Then the man came back, and made this report to the king: The lad does not weep at all, but he draws three lines on the ground; two he wipes out and one he leaves there. Then the king arose, and came and asked the lad why he drew these lines. The lad answered: My lord, I am playing a game. But the king said: Tell me the truth straight out. Then the lad said: One line is for my parents who brought me here and sold me to thee, and took their money and went their way. One line is for thee, for thou art king of the land, yet didst not fear to shed my blood, and thou hast bought me to slay me. One line is for my God. There was no help for me in my parents, nor was there help for me in thee, king; my God’s help only is left me, there is no other. Then the king was moved with compassion towards him and let him go, saying: I give up also the money paid to your parents. That night the king lay down to rest, and when he arose in the morning, by God’s mercy, his boil was healed.

    III.

    THE MAN WHO STOOD ALL NIGHT IN THE RIVER.

    Once upon a time there was a king who had a daughter, and he said he would give his daughter in marriage

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