The Cunning Hare





In a very cold country, far across the seas, where ice and snow cover

the ground for many months in the year, there lived a little hare,

who, as his father and mother were both dead, was brought up by his

grandmother. As he was too young, and she was too old, to work, they

were very poor, and often did not have enough to eat.



One day, when the little fellow was hungrier than usual, he asked his

grandmother if he might go down to the river and catch a fish for their

breakfast, as the thaw had come and the water was flowing freely again.

She laughed at him for thinking that any fish would let itself be caught

by a hare, especially such a young one; but as she had the rheumatism

very badly, and could get no food herself, she let him go. 'If he does

not catch a fish he may find something else,' she said to herself. So

she told her grandson where to look for the net, and how he was to set

it across the river; but just as he was starting, feeling himself quite

a man, she called him back.



'After all, I don't know what is the use of your going, my boy! For even

if you should catch a fish, I have no fire to cook it with.'



'Let me catch my fish, and I will soon make you a fire,' he answered

gaily, for he was young, and knew nothing about the difficulties of

fire-making.



It took him some time to haul the net through bushes and over fields,

but at length he reached a pool in the river which he had often heard

was swarming with fish, and here he set the net, as his grandmother had

directed him.



He was so excited that he hardly slept all night, and at the very first

streak of dawn he ran as fast as ever he could down to the river. His

heart beat as quickly as if he had had dogs behind him, and he hardly

dared to look, lest he should be disappointed. Would there be even one

fish? And at this thought the pangs of hunger made him feel quite sick

with fear. But he need not have been afraid; in every mesh of the net

was a fine fat fish, and of course the net itself was so heavy that

he could only lift one corner. He threw some of the fish back into the

water, and buried some more in a hole under a stone, where he would be

sure to find them. Then he rolled up the net with the rest, put it on

his back and carried it home. The weight of the load caused his back to

ache, and he was thankful to drop it outside their hut, while he rushed

in, full of joy, to tell his grandmother. 'Be quick and clean them!' he

said, 'and I will go to those people's tents on the other side of the

water.'



The old woman stared at him in horror as she listened to his proposal.

Other people had tried to steal fire before, and few indeed had come

back with their lives; but as, contrary to all her expectations, he had

managed to catch such a number of fish, she thought that perhaps there

was some magic about him which she did not know of, and did not try to

hinder him.



When the fish were all taken out, he fetched the net which he had laid

out to dry, folded it up very small, and ran down to the river, hoping

that he might find a place narrow enough for him to jump over; but he

soon saw that it was too wide for even the best jumper in the world. For

a few moments he stood there, wondering what was to be done, then there

darted into his head some words of a spell which he had once heard a

wizard use, while drinking from the river. He repeated them, as well as

he could remember, and waited to see what would happen. In five minutes

such a grunting and a puffing was heard, and columns of water rose into

the air, though he could not tell what had made them. Then round the

bend of the stream came fifteen huge whales, which he ordered to place

themselves heads to tails, like stepping stones, so that he could jump

from one to the other till he landed on the opposite shore. Directly he

got there he told the whales that he did not need them any more, and sat

down in the sand to rest.



Unluckily some children who were playing about caught sight of him, and

one of them, stealing softly up behind him, laid tight hold of his

ears. The hare, who had been watching the whales as they sailed down the

river, gave a violent start, and struggled to get away; but the boy held

on tight, and ran back home, as fast as he could go.



'Throw it in the pot,' said the old woman, as soon as he had told his

story; 'put it in that basket, and as soon as the water boils in the pot

we will hang it over the fire!'



'Better kill it first,' said the old man; and the hare listened,

horribly frightened, but still looking secretly to see if there was no

hole through which he could escape, if he had a chance of doing so. Yes,

there was one, right in the top of the tent, so, shaking himself, as if

with fright, he let the end of his net unroll itself a little.



'I wish that a spark of fire would fall on my net,' whispered he; and

the next minute a great log fell forward into the midst of the tent,

causing every one to spring backwards. The sparks were scattered in

every direction, and one fell on the net, making a little blaze. In an

instant the hare had leaped through the hole, and was racing towards

the river, with men, women, and children after him. There was no time to

call back the whales, so, holding the net tight in his mouth, he wished

himself across the river. Then he jumped high into the air, and landed

safe on the other side, and after turning round to be sure that there

was no chance of anyone pursuing him, trotted happily home to his

grandmother.



'Didn't I tell you I would bring you fire?' said he, holding up his net,

which was now burning briskly.



'But how did you cross the water?' inquired the old woman.



'Oh, I just jumped!' said he. And his grandmother asked him no more

questions, for she saw that he was wiser than she.





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