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THE KING AND HIS HAWK
Gen'ghis Khan was a great king and war-rior.
He led his army into China and Persia, and he con-quered many lands.
In every country, men told about his daring deeds; and they said that
since Alexander the Great there had been no king like him.
One morning when he was home from the wars, he rode out into the woods
to have a day's sport. Many of his friends were with him. They rode
out gayly, carrying their bows and arrows. Behind them came the
servants with the hounds.
It was a merry hunting party. The woods rang with their shouts and
laughter. They expected to carry much game home in the evening.
On the king's wrist sat his favorite hawk; for in those days hawks
were trained to hunt. At a word from their masters they would fly high
up into the air, and look around for prey. If they chanced to see a
deer or a rabbit, they would swoop down upon it swift as any arrow.
All day long Gen-ghis Khan and his huntsmen rode through the woods.
But they did not find as much game as they expected.
Toward evening they started for home. The king had often ridden
through the woods, and he knew all the paths. So while the rest of the
party took the nearest way, he went by a longer road through a valley
between two mountains.
The day had been warm, and the king was very thirsty. His pet hawk had
left his wrist and flown away. It would be sure to find its way home.
The king rode slowly along. He had once seen a spring of clear water
near this path-way. If he could only find it now! But the hot days of
summer had dried up all the moun-tain brooks.
At last, to his joy, he saw some water tric-kling down over the edge
of a rock. He knew that there was a spring farther up. In the wet
season, a swift stream of water always poured down here; but now it
came only one drop at a time.
The king leaped from his horse. He took a little silver cup from his
hunting bag. He held it so as to catch the slowly falling drops.
It took a long time to fill the cup; and the king was so thirsty that
he could hardly wait. At last it was nearly full. He put the cup to
his lips, and was about to drink.
All at once there was a whir-ring sound in the air, and the cup was
knocked from his hands. The water was all spilled upon the ground.
The king looked up to see who had done this thing. It was his pet
The hawk flew back and forth a few times, and then alighted among the
rocks by the spring.
The king picked up the cup, and again held it to catch the tric-kling
This time he did not wait so long. When the cup was half full, he
lifted it toward his mouth. But before it had touched his lips, the
hawk swooped down again, and knocked it from his hands.
And now the king began to grow angry. He tried again; and for the
third time the hawk kept him from drinking.
The king was now very angry indeed.
"How do you dare to act so?" he cried. "If I had you in my hands, I
would wring your neck!"
Then he filled the cup again. But before he tried to drink, he drew
"Now, Sir Hawk," he said, "this is the last time."
He had hardly spoken, before the hawk swooped down and knocked the cup
from his hand. But the king was looking for this. With a quick sweep
of the sword he struck the bird as it passed.
The next moment the poor hawk lay bleeding and dying at its master's
"That is what you get for your pains," said Genghis Khan.
But when he looked for his cup, he found that it had fallen between
two rocks, where he could not reach it.
"At any rate, I will have a drink from that spring," he said to
With that he began to climb the steep bank to the place from which the
water trickled. It was hard work, and the higher he climbed, the
thirst-i-er he became.
At last he reached the place. There indeed was a pool of water; but
what was that lying in the pool, and almost filling it? It was a huge,
dead snake of the most poi-son-ous kind.
The king stopped. He forgot his thirst. He thought only of the poor
dead bird lying on the ground below him.
"The hawk saved my life!" he cried; "and how did I repay him? He was
my best friend, and I have killed him."
He clam-bered down the bank. He took the bird up gently, and laid it
in his hunting bag. Then he mounted his horse and rode swiftly home.
He said to himself,--
"I have learned a sad lesson to-day; and that is, never to do
any-thing in anger."
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