Tales of Old Japan eBook

Algernon Freeman-Mitford, 1st Baron Redesdale
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 481 pages of information about Tales of Old Japan.



Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman, who kept a pet white hare, by which they set great store.  One day, a badger, that lived hard by, came and ate up the food which had been put out for the hare; so the old man, flying into a great rage, seized the badger, and, tying the beast up to a tree, went off to the mountain to cut wood, while the old woman stopped at home and ground the wheat for the evening porridge.  Then the badger, with tears in his eyes, said to the old woman—­

“Please, dame, please untie this rope!”

The dame, thinking that it was a cruel thing to see a poor beast in pain, undid the rope; but the ungrateful brute was no sooner loose, than he cried out—­

“I’ll be revenged for this,” and was off in a trice.

When the hare heard this, he went off to the mountain to warn the old man; and whilst the hare was away on this errand, the badger came back, and killed the dame.  Then the beast, having assumed the old woman’s form, made her dead body into broth, and waited for the old man to come home from the mountain.  When he returned, tired and hungry, the pretended old woman said—­

“Come, come; I’ve made such a nice broth of the badger you hung up.  Sit down, and make a good supper of it.”

With these words she set out the broth, and the old man made a hearty meal, licking his lips over it, and praising the savoury mess.  But as soon as he had finished eating, the badger, reassuming its natural shape, cried out—­

“Nasty old man! you’ve eaten your own wife.  Look at her bones, lying in the kitchen sink!” and, laughing contemptuously, the badger ran away, and disappeared.

Then the old man, horrified at what he had done, set up a great lamentation; and whilst he was bewailing his fate, the hare came home, and, seeing how matters stood, determined to avenge the death of his mistress.  So he went back to the mountain, and, falling in with the badger, who was carrying a faggot of sticks on his back, he struck a light and set fire to the sticks, without letting the badger see him.  When the badger heard the crackling noise of the faggot burning on his back, he called out—­

“Holloa! what is that noise?”

“Oh!” answered the hare, “this is called the Crackling Mountain.  There’s always this noise here.”

And as the fire gathered strength, and went pop! pop! pop! the badger said again—­

“Oh dear! what can this noise be?”

“This is called the ‘Pop!  Pop!  Mountain,’” answered the hare.

[Illustration:  THE HARE AND THE BADGER.]

All at once the fire began to singe the badger’s back, so that he fled, howling with pain, and jumped into a river hard by.  But, although the water put out the fire, his back was burnt as black as a cinder.  The hare, seeing an opportunity for torturing the badger to his heart’s content, made a poultice of cayenne pepper, which he carried to the badger’s house, and, pretending to condole with him, and to have a sovereign remedy for burns, he applied his hot plaister to his enemy’s sore back.  Oh! how it smarted and pained! and how the badger yelled and cried!

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