November 4. Story of the Day: The Jackal and the Cat

From Indian Fairy Tales by Maive Stokes. This story is told as a note to the story of The Cat Which Could Not Be Killed.

This is classified as ATU 2028. The Devouring Animal.

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THE JACKAL AND THE CAT

(jackal)

There was a jackal which ate anything it came across, whether it were dead or alive.

One day he met a tiger and said to him, “I will eat you. I will not let you go.”

“Very good,” said the tiger, “eat me.”

So the jackal ate him up.

He went a little further and met a leopard; he said to the leopard, “I will eat you.”

“Very good,” said the leopard.

So he ate the leopard. He went a little further and met a tiny mouse.

“Mouse,” he said, “I have eaten a tiger and a leopard, and now I will eat you.”

“Very good,” said the mouse.

He ate the mouse.

He went a little further and met a cat. “I will eat you,” said the jackal.

The cat answered, “What will it profit you to eat me, who am so small? A little further on you will see a dead buffalo: eat that.”

So the jackal left the cat and went to eat the buffalo. He walked on and on, but could find no buffalo; and the cat, meanwhile ran away.

The jackal was very angry, and set off to seek the cat, but could not find her. He was furious.

NOTES

Told us by Gangiyá, a hill-man from near Simla.

October 6. Story of the Day: Jar of Ghee

This story comes from Indian Fairy Tales by Maive Stokes. This incident is part of a longer story called "The Story of Foolish Sachuli."

It is an example of ATU 1430 Air Castles.

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JAR OF GHEE

A sepoy came by with a large jar of ghee on his head. “How heavy this jar is,” said the sepoy. “Is there no cooly that will come and carry my ghee home for me? I would give him four pice for his trouble.”

Up jumped Sachúlí. “I’ll carry it for you,” said he.

So Sachúlí put the jar on his head, and he went on, with the sepoy following.

“Now,” said Sachúlí, “with these four pice I will buy a hen, and I will sell the hen and her eggs, and with the money I get for them I will buy a goat; and then I will sell the goat and her milk and her hide and buy a cow, and I will sell her milk; and then I will marry a wife, and then I shall have some children, and they will say to me, ‘Father, will you have some rice?’ and I will say, ‘No, I won’t have any rice.’” And as he said, “No, I won’t have any rice,” he shook his head, and down came the jar of ghee, and the jar was smashed, and the ghee spilled.

“Oh, dear! what have you done?” cried the sepoy.

“Why did you shake your head?”

“Because my children asked me to have some rice, and I did not want any, so I shook my head,” said Sachúlí.

“Oh,” said the sepoy, “he is an utter idiot.”

(sepoy)

NOTES

Foolish Sachúlí lives in many lands. In his Russian dress he figures in “The Fool and the Birch-tree,” Ralston’s Russian Folk Tales, p. 52. In the Sicilian “Giufá” we find him again (Gonzenbach’s Sicilianische Maerchen, vol. I. p. 249). In England he appears in an out-of-the-way village in the south (see Pall Mall Budget, July 12, 1878, p. 11, Wild Life in a Southern Country, No. XIV.) with, to use his mother’s words, “no more sense than God had given him.” She wishing to have his testimony discredited when he bears witness against her, as she knows he will, goes upstairs and rains raisins on [258]him from the window. So when asked to specify the time he speaks of, he says, “When it rained raisins,” and is of course disbelieved.

Note by Mr. J. F. Campbell: “This story of a stupid boy has a parallel in a Gaelic tale in my collection, where the boy dated an event which was true by a fall of pancakes or something of the kind which was not true, and was not believed though he told the truth.” [At p. 385, vol. II. of the Tales of the West Highlands a “half booby” is inveigled by his mother into dating his theft of some planks by a “shower of milk-porridge.”]

June 20. Story of the Day: The Cat Which Could Not Be Killed

This story comes from Indian Fairy Tales by Maive Stokes with notes by Mary Stokes (they are daughter and mother), published in 1880. The stories come from storytellers in Calcutta (Kolkata) and from Simla (Shimla).

The source for this particular is the family ayah named Dunkní, whom Maive Stokes describes as follows: "Dunkní is a young woman, and was born and brought up in Calcutta. She got the stories, she told me, from her husband, Mochí, who was born in Calcutta and brought up at Benares."

You can find out more in the preface to the book. There is also an introduction by W. R. S. Ralston, one of the great folklorists of that century (more about Ralston at Wikipedia).

I'm not sure what folktale type to use for this story (yet), but as the title indicates, this is a seriously formidable cat! It might remind you of that all-devouring cat in the Norwegian folktale last week: The Greedy Cat, and there is also a story from India about a devouring cat: The Parrot and the Cat.

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THE CAT WHICH COULD NOT BE KILLED

There were once a dog and a cat who were always quarrelling. The dog used to beat the cat, but he never could hurt her. She would only dance about and cry, “You never hurt me, you never hurt me! I had a pain in my shoulder, but now it is all gone away.”

So the dog went to a mainá [mynah bird] and said, “What shall I do to hurt this cat? I beat her and I bite her, and yet I can’t hurt her. I am such a big dog and she is rather a big cat, yet if I beat her I don’t hurt her, but if she beats me she hurts me so much.”

(myna bird)

The mainá said, “Bite her mouth very, very hard, and then you’ll hurt her.”

“Oh, no,” said the cat, who had just come up, laughing; “you won’t hurt me at all.”

The dog bit her mouth as hard as he could.

“Oh, you don’t hurt me,” said the cat, dancing about.

So the dog went again to the mainá and said, “What shall I do?”

“Bite her ears,” said the mainá.

So the dog bit the cat’s ears, but she danced about and said, “Oh, you did not hurt me; now I can put earrings in my ears.” So she put in earrings.

The dog went to the elephant. “Can you kill this cat? She worries me so every day.”

“Oh, yes,” said the elephant, “of course I can kill her. She is so little and I am so big.”

Then the elephant came and took her up with his trunk, and threw her a long way. Up she jumped at once and danced about, saying, “You did not hurt me one bit. I had a pain, but now I am quite well.”

Then the elephant got cross and said, “I’ll teach you to dance in another way than that,” and he took the cat and laid her on the ground and put his great foot on her.

But she was not hurt at all. She danced about and said, “You did not hurt me one bit, not one bit,” and she dug her claws into the elephant’s trunk.

The elephant ran away screaming, and he told the dog, “You had better beware of that cat. She belongs to the tiger tribe.”

The dog felt very angry with the cat. “What shall I do,” said he, “to kill this cat?” And he bit her nose so hard that it bled.

But she laughed at him. “Now I can put a ring in my nose,” said she.

He got furious. “I’ll bite her tail in half,” said he. So he bit her tail in half, and yet he did not hurt her.

He then went to a leopard. “If you can kill this cat I will give you anything you want.”

“Very well, I’ll kill her,” said the leopard. And they went together to the cat.

“Stop,” said the cat to the leopard; “I want to speak to you first. I’ll give you something to eat, and then I’ll tell you what I want to say.”

And then she ran off ever so far, and after she had run a mile she stopped and danced, calling out, “Oh! I’ll give you nothing to eat; you could not kill me.”

The leopard went away very cross, and saying, “What a clever cat that is.”

The dog next went to a man, and said, “Can you kill this cat? She worries me so.”

“Of course I can,” said the man; “I’ll stick this knife into her stomach.” And he stuck his knife into the cat’s stomach, but the cat jumped up, and her stomach closed, and the man went home.

And the dog went to a bear. “Can you kill this cat? I can’t.”

“I’ll kill her,” said the bear; so he stuck all his claws into the cat, but he didn’t hurt her; and she stuck her claws into the bear’s nose so deep that he died immediately.

Then the poor dog felt very unhappy, and went and threw himself into a hole, and there he died, while the cat went away to her friends.


NOTES

Told by Dunkní at Simla, July 26th, 1876. In an unpublished story told us by Gangiyá, a hill-man from near Simla, a cat saves herself from being eaten by a jackal very much in the same way that this cat saved herself from the leopard. [The Jackal and the Cat].