38 SULTAN STORK. her legs, (which made the young stork blush till she was almost as red аз а flamingo,) and paid her a thousand compliment* that made her think the stranger one of the most delightful creatures she had ever met. " ' Sir,' said she, 'we live in some reeds hard by; and as my mamma, one of the best mothers in the world, who fed us children with her own blood when we had nothing else for dinner, is no more, my papa, who is always lazy, has bidden us to look ont for ourselves. You were pleased just now to compliment my 1 my limbs,' says the stork, turning her eyes to the ground ; 'and the fact is, that I wish to profit, sir, by those graces with which nature endowed me, and am learning to dance. I came out here to practice a little step that I nm to perform before some friends this morning, und here, sir, you have my history.' " 'I do pray and beseech you to let us see the rehearsal of the step,' said the king, quite amused ; on which the young stork-, stretching out her scraggy neck, and giving him an ogle with her fish-like eyes, fell to dancing and ca- pering in such a ridiculous way, that the king and vizier could restrain their gravity no longer, but burst out into an immoderate tit of laughter. I do not know that Munsoor would have laughed of his own aeeord, for he was a man of no sort of humour; but he made it a point whenever his master laughed always to roar too; and in this instance his servility cost him dear. " The young female stork, as they were laughing, flew away in a huff, and thought them no doubt the most ill-mannered brutes in the world. When they were restored to decent gravity, the king voted that they should resume their shapes again, and hie home to breakfast. So he turned himself round to the east, bobbed his head three times according to the re- ceipt,' and— " ' Vizier,' said he, ' what the deuce is the word ?—Tludge, kudge, fudge— what is it ? " The vizier had forgotten too ; and then the condition annexed to the charm came over these wretched men, and they felt they were storks for ever¡ In vain they racked their poor brains to discover the word—they were no wiser at the close of the day than at the beginning, and at nightfall were fain to take wing from the lonely morass where they had passed so many miserable hours, and seek for shelter somewhere."
LEGENDS OF THE MONTS-DORES.
BY LOUISA STUART COSTELLO,
Author of "A Pilgrimage to Auvergne,"* &c.
NO. I. THE PIC DU CAPUCIN.
NOT far from the village of Mont-Dore, in the wildest part of Auvergne, uses, above the other rocky peaks which surround the valley in which the hot fountains spring, a mountain of a very singular form, called the Pic du Capucin. The highest part has the appearance of a huge dome, terminating in a point, as it might be the roof of a temple ; on all sides the approach to it is very precipitous, and it is ascended with extreme difficulty, but travellers occasionally mount to the summit, in order to enjoy a magnificent view from it of the wild scenery of the Mouts-Dorcs.
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