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The King And His Hawk
Gen'ghis Khan was a great king and war-rior. He led his ...

Cornelia's Jewels
It was a bright morning in the old city of Rome many hundre...

Sir Humphrey Gilbert
More than three hundred years ago there lived in England a ...

Whittington And His Cat
The City There was once a little boy whose name was Rich...

Julius Caesar
Nearly two thousand years ago there lived in Rome a man who...

George Washington And His Hatchet
When George Wash-ing-ton was quite a little boy, his father...

Other Wise Men Of Gotham
One day, news was brought to Gotham that the king was comin...

Maximilian And The Goose Boy
One summer day King Max-i-mil'ian of Ba-va'ri-a was walking...

The Sword Of Damocles
There was once a king whose name was Di-o-nys'i-us. He was ...

Alexander And Bucephalus
One day King Philip bought a fine horse called Bu-ceph'a-lu...

The Sons Of William The Conqueror
There was once a great king of England who was called Wil-l...

Three Men Of Gotham
There is a town in England called Go-tham, and many merry s...

Arnold Winkelried
A great army was marching into Swit-zer-land. If it should ...

A Laconic Answer
Many miles beyond Rome there was a famous country which we ...

The Barmecide Feast
There was once a rich old man who was called the Bar-me-cid...

Here is the story of Mignon as I remember having read it in...

The Endless Tale
In the Far East there was a great king who had no work to d...

The Story Of Regulus
On the other side of the sea from Rome there was once a gre...

Damon And Pythias
A young man whose name was Pyth'i-as had done something whi...

There was a great battle at sea. One could hear nothing but...


In the Far East there was a great king who had no work to do. Every
day, and all day long, he sat on soft cush-ions and lis-tened to
stories. And no matter what the story was about, he never grew tired
of hearing it, even though it was very long.

"There is only one fault that I find with your story," he often said:
"it is too short."

All the story-tellers in the world were in-vit-ed to his palace; and
some of them told tales that were very long indeed. But the king was
always sad when a story was ended.

At last he sent word into every city and town and country place,
offering a prize to any one who should tell him an endless tale. He

"To the man that will tell me a story which shall last forever, I will
give my fairest daugh-ter for his wife; and I will make him my heir,
and he shall be king after me."

But this was not all. He added a very hard con-di-tion. "If any man
shall try to tell such a story and then fail, he shall have his head
cut off."

The king's daughter was very pretty, and there were many young men in
that country who were willing to do anything to win her. But none of
them wanted to lose their heads, and so only a few tried for the

One young man invented a story that lasted three months; but at the
end of that time, he could think of nothing more. His fate was a
warning to others, and it was a long time before another story-teller
was so rash as to try the king's patience.

But one day a stran-ger from the South came into the palace.

"Great king," he said, "is it true that you offer a prize to the man
who can tell a story that has no end?"

"It is true," said the king.

"And shall this man have your fairest daughter for his wife, and shall
he be your heir?"

"Yes, if he suc-ceeds," said the king. "But if he fails, he shall lose
his head."

"Very well, then," said the stran-ger. "I have a pleasant story about
locusts which I would like to relate."

"Tell it," said the king. "I will listen to you."

The story-teller began his tale.

"Once upon a time a certain king seized upon all the corn in his
country, and stored it away in a strong gran-a-ry. But a swarm of
locusts came over the land and saw where the grain had been put. After
search-ing for many days they found on the east side of the gran-a-ry
a crev-ice that was just large enough for one locust to pass through
at a time. So one locust went in and carried away a grain of corn;
then another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn; then
another locust went in and carried away a grain of corn."

Day after day, week after week, the man kept on saying, "Then another
locust went in and carried away a grain of corn."

A month passed; a year passed. At the end of two years, the king

"How much longer will the locusts be going in and carrying away corn?"

"O king!" said the story-teller, "they have as yet cleared only one
cubit; and there are many thousand cubits in the granary."

"Man, man!" cried the king, "you will drive me mad. I can listen to it
no longer. Take my daughter; be my heir; rule my kingdom. But do not
let me hear another word about those horrible locusts!"

And so the strange story-teller married the king's daughter. And he
lived happily in the land for many years. But his father-in-law, the
king, did not care to listen to any more stories.



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