Book Title: Indian Antiquary Vol 11
Author(s): Jas Burgess
Publisher: Swati Publications

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________________ AUGUST, 1882.) FOLKLORE IN THE PANJAB. 229 "Como in now, my dear son-in-law, and rest At this the elephant starod : "Never mind," yourself." thought it however, “I'll just seize him by my “Dear me! how clever I am! what bargains trunk, and dash him to the ground." I make !" said the rat to himself as he climbed So it seized the wrestler by the waist, and on to the stool. “Here am I the son-in-law of was dragging him up, when the man quietly a real live Queen! What will the neighbours caught its tail, and saying-"Ho my friend, say?" that's your little game, is it?" threw the big He sat down on the edge of the stool at first, beast over his shoulder, and set off on his and after a time he said, "Dear me! mother- journey. in-law ! how hot your house is." By and bye he came to the Indian wrestler's " You are sitting ont of the wind there," | house, and called out-"Ho! my friend, come said the wily Queen, "sit more in the middle. out, and try a fall!" It's cooler there." "My husband's not at home," cried the But it wasn't! for the sauce-pan lid had wrestler's wife," he has gone to the wood for become so hot that the rat fairly frizzled when sticks." be sat down, and stuck so that he left all his "Well, when he returns," cried the stranger, hair and the best part of his skin behind him, "give him that, and tell him the owner has como before he managed to escape, howling and from far to challenge him." vowing that he never, never, never would With that he chucked the elephant over the make a bargain any more. courtyard wall. "Oh Mama! Mama, !" cried a treble voice No. 17.- A Story of Heroes. inside, “that nasty man has thrown a moase There was once upon a time & wrestler who over the wall, what shall I do?" lived in a far country, and hearing there was a "Never mind, my little daughter," answered mighty wrestler in India, he determined to try the wrestler's wife," Papa will teach him man. a fall with him ; so he tied up 10,000 lbs.' of ners. Take the grass broom and sweep it flour in his blanket, put the bundle on his away." Then there was a sound of sweeping, head, and set off. Towards evening he came to and the dead elephant came flying over the wall. a little tank in the middle of the desert, so he "Now !" thought the stranger, if his little took a good drink of water first, then emptied daughter can do this, the man himself will be a all the flour into the remainder, stirred it up worthy foe." into brose, and made a hearty meal. Then he So he set off to the wood, and on his way he lay down to sleep under a tree. met the Indian wrestler dragging 160 carts By and by an elephant came to drink, and was laden with brushwood. So he stole behind the astonished to find the tank quite dry with only carts, and laid hold of the last. "Now we a little mud and flour at the bottom. "What shall see," quoth he, and began to pull. shall I do now?" thought the elephant," there "That's a deep rut," said the Indian wrestler, is no other water for twenty miles." and pulled harder. So it went on for an hour, Then it espied the wrestler under the tree, and but not an inch one way or the other did the became furious, saying, “This is the creature carts move. “There must be some one behind," that has done the mischief." said the Indian wrestler at last, and walked So it galloped up to the sleeping man and back to see. Sure enough there was the stamped on his head, determined to crush him. stranger, who said to him at once--" I think But the wrestler only stirred, and said sleepily, we are pretty well matched, let us have a fall “What the dickens are you at? If you want together." to shampoo my head why don't you do it pro- "With all my heart," answered the other, perly? Put a little of your weight into it, my “but not here alone. It is no fun fighting friend." without applause." 1 Told by a cook at Muzaffargarh, who came from BandA.-F. A. S. * 160 Man: the man is 827 lbs., therefore the weight named was really 13,166 lb.-R.C.T. Sattu, grain parched and ground flour ; menl, ospecially grain, peas, or pulse meal. In the Panjab the real sattu is barley (jau) meal, sometimes mixed with | pulse (chand) meal. It is thus inade as a delicacy : some onra of ripe barley before harvest are cut and winnowod. and then roasted and ground into flour.-R.O.T.

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