ONE day a Brahman adjured his wife
not to eat anything without him lest she should become a she goat. In
reply the Brahman's wife begged him not to eat anything without her, lest
he should be changed into a tiger. A long time passed by and neither of
them broke their word, until one day the Brahman's wife, while giving
food to her children, herself took a little to taste; and her husband
was not present. That very moment she was changed into a goat.
When the Brahman came home and saw the she
goat running about the house he was intensely grieved, because he knew
that it was none other than his own beloved wife. He kept the goat tied
up in the yard of his house, and tended it very carefully.
In a few years he married again, but this
wife was not kind to the children. She at once took a dislike to them,
and treated them unkindly and gave them little food. Their mother, the
she goat, heard their complainings, and noticed that they were getting
thin, and therefore called one of them to her secretly, and bade the child
tell the others to strike her horns with a stick whenever they were very
hungry, and some food would fall down for them. They did so, and instead
of getting weaker and thinner, as their stepmother had expected, they
became stronger and stronger. She was surprised to see them getting so
fat and strong while she was giving them so little food.
In course of time a one-eyed daughter was
born to this wicked woman. She loved the girl with all her heart, and
grudged not any expense or attention that she thought the child required.
One day, when the girl had grown quite big and could walk and talk well,
her mother sent her to play with the other children, and ordered her to
notice how and whence they obtained anything to eat. The girl promised
to do so, and most rigidly stayed by them the whole day, and saw all that
On hearing that the goat supplied her stepchildren
with food the woman got very angry, and determined to kill the beast as
soon as possible. She pretended to be very ill, and sending for the hakim,
bribed him to prescribe some goat's flesh for her. The Brahman was very
anxious about his wife's state, and although he grieved to have to slay
the goat (for he was obliged to kill the goat, not having money to purchase
another), yet he did not mind if his wife really recovered. But the little
children wept when they heard this, and went to their mother, the she
goat, in great distress, and told her everything.
"Do not weep, my darlings," she said. "It
is much better for me to die than to live such a life as this. Do not
weep. I have no fear concerning you. Food will be provided for you, if
you will attend to my instructions. Be sure to gather my bones, and bury
them all together in some secret place, and whenever you are very hungry
go to that place and ask for food. Food will then be given you."
The poor she goat gave this advice only just
in time. Scarcely had it finished these words and the children had departed
than the butcher came with a knife and slew it. Its body was cut into
pieces and cooked, and the stepmother had the meat, but the stepchildren
got the bones. They did with them as they had been directed, and thus
got food regularly and in abundance.
Some time after the death of the she goat
one morning one of the stepdaughters was washing her face in the stream
that ran by the house, when her nose ring unfastened and fell into the
water. A fish happened to see it and swallowed it, and this fish was caught
by a man and sold to the king's cook for his majesty's dinner. Great was
the surprise of the cook when, on opening the fish to clean it, he found
the nose ring. He took it to the king, who was so interested in it that
he issued a proclamation and set it to every town and village in his dominions,
that whosoever had missed a nose ring should apply to him. Within a few
days the brother of the girl reported to the king that the nose ring belonged
to his sister, who had lost it one day while bathing her face in the river.
The king ordered the girl to appear before him, and was so fascinated
by her pretty face and nice manner that he married her, and provided amply
for the support of her family.
Knowles, J. Hinton. Folk-Tales of
Kashmir. London: Kegan Paul, Trench, Trubner, 1893.