wrestler. "There
you will surely get enough to eat."

To this she agreed; so she, her father, and the wrestler went off to
the Nabha Raja's country. "I have brought a very strong girl," said
the wrestler to the Nabha Raja. "I will try her strength," said the
Raja. "Give me three elephants," said Ajit, "and I will carry them for
you." Then the Raja sent for three elephants, and said to her, "Now,
carry these." "Give me a rope," said Ajit. So they gave her a rope,
and she tied the three elephants together, and flung them over her
shoulder. "Now, where shall I throw them?" she said to the astonished
Raja. "Shall I throw them on to the roof of your palace? or on to the
ground? or away out there?" "I don't know," said the Raja. "Throw them
upon my roof." She threw the elephants up on to the roof with such
force that it broke, and the elephants fell through into the palace.

"What have you done?" cried the Raja. "It is not my fault," answered
Ajit. "You told me to throw the elephants on to your roof, and so I
did." Then the Raja sent for a great many men and bullocks and horses
to pull the elephants out of his palace. But they could not the first
time they pulled; then they tried a second time and succeeded, and
they threw the elephants away.

Then Ajit went home. "What shall I do with this dreadful woman?" said
the Nabha Raja. "She is sure to kill me, and take all my country. I
will try to kill her." So he got his sepoys and guns into order, and
went out to kill Ajit. She was looking out of her window, and saw them
coming. "Oh," she said, "here is the Nabha Raja coming to kill me."
Then she went out of her house and asked him why he had come. "To kill
you," said the Raja. "Is that what you want to do?" she said; and with
one hand she took up the Raja, his guns, and his sepoys, and put them
all under her arm: and she carried them all off to the Nabha Raja's
country. There she put the Raja into prison, and made herself Rani of
his kingdom. She was very much pleased at being Rani of the Nabha
country; for it was a rich country, and there were quantities of
fruits and of corn in it. And she lived happily for a long, long time.

Told by Karim, 13th January, 1877.

[Decoration]

[Decoration]

XIX.

THE FAKIR NANAKSA SAVES THE MERCHANT'S LIFE.

In a country there was a grain merchant who was a very good man. Now a
fakir named Nanaksa, who was also a very good man, came constantly to
talk with him.

One da