"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
himself.
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.
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"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."
DOCTOR GOLDSMITH.
There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Gold-smith. He wrote
many de-light-ful books, some of which you will read when you are
older.
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