He roared and shook his great mane,
and the shadow lion shook his and looked terribly defiant. At last,
beside himself with rage at the violence of his opponent, Singh Rajah
sprang down to kill him at once, but no other lion was there--only the
treacherous reflection--and the sides of the well were so steep that
he could not get out again to punish the two jackals, who peeped over
the top. After struggling for some time in the deep water, he sank to
rise no more. And the little jackals threw stones down upon him from
above, and danced round and round the well, singing: "Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao!
The king of the forest is dead, is dead! We have killed the great lion
who would have killed us! Ao! Ao! Ao! Ao! Ring-a-ting--ding-a-ting!
Ring-a-ting--ding-a-ting! Ao! Ao! Ao!"
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AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
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THE WHITE STONE CANOE
ADAPTED BY H. R. SCHOOLCRAFT
There was once a very beautiful Indian maiden, who died suddenly on
the day she was to have been married to a handsome young warrior. He
was also brave, but his heart was not proof against this loss. From
the hour she was buried, there was no more joy or peace for him.
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