South
African Folk-Tales Origin
of the Difference in Modes of Life Between Hottentots and Bushmen The
Tiger, the Ram, and the Jackal The
Lion, the Jackal, and the Man The
Story of Lion and Little Jackal The
Dance For Water or Rabbit's Triumph Jackal's
Bride Another
Version of the Same Fable Another
Version of the Same Fable Lion
Who Thought Him Self Wiser Than His Mother Why
Has Jackal a Long, Black Stripe On His Back? Another
Version of the Same Fable A
Third Version of the Same Fable A
Fourth Version of the Same Fable A
Zulu Version of the Legend of the "Origin of Death" |
Jackal's Bride JACKAL, it is said, married Hyena, and carried off a cow belonging to the ants, to slaughter her for the wedding; and when he had slaughtered her, he put the cowskin over his bride; and when he had fixed a pole [on which to bang the flesh], he placed on the top of the pole [which was forked] the hearth for the cooking, in order to cook upon it all sorts of delicious food. There came also Lion, and wished to go up. Jackal, therefore, asked his little daughter for a thong with which he could pull Lion up; and he began to pull him up; and when his face came near to the cooking-pot, he cut the thong in two, so that Lion tumbled down. Then Jackal upbraided his little daughter with these words: "Why do you give me such an old thong?" And he added, "Give me a fresh thong." She gave him a new thong, and he pulled Lion up again, and when his face came near the pot, which stood on the fire, he said, "open your mouth." Then he put into his mouth a hot piece of quartz which had been boiled together with the fat, and the stone went down, burning his throat. Thus died Lion. There came also the ants running after the cow, and when Jackal saw them he fled. Then they beat the bride in her brookaross dress. Hyena, believing that it was Jackal, said: "You tawny rogue! have you not played at beating long enough? Have you no more loving game than this?" But when she had bitten a hole through the cowskin, she saw that they were other people; then she fled, falling here and there, yet made her escape. The text came from: Honey, James A. South African Folk-tales. New York: Baker & Taylor Company, 1910. |
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Anne Heiner, SurLaLune Fairy Tales |