So when she had gone he went to a friend’s house and borrowed a complete set of new clothes and a large pagri.  When he had rigged himself out in these he could hardly be recognised; but his forehead with the tumour was quite visible.  Then he too went off to the fair and found his wife busy dancing.  After watching her for some time he borrowed one of the drums and began to play for the dancers; and in particular he played and danced just in front of his wife.

When he saw that his wife was preparing to go home he started off ahead, got rid of his fine clothes and took the cattle out to graze.  Presently he went back to the house and asked his wife whether she had enjoyed the fun.  “You should have come to see it for yourself,” said she.

“But you would not let me!  Otherwise I should have gone.”

“Yes,” answered his wife, “I was ashamed of the lump on your forehead but other people do not seem to mind, for there was a man there with a lump just like yours who was playing the drum and taking a leading part in the fun and no one seemed to laugh at him:  so in future I shall not mind going about with you.”

CXLIII.  The Paharia Socialists.

Formerly before the Santals came into the country the four taluqs of Sankara, Chiptiam, Sulunga and Dhaka formed the Paharia Raj and the whole country was dense jungle.  Then the Santals came and cleared the jungle, and brought the land under cultivation.  The Paharia Raja of Gando was named Somar Singh and he paid tribute to the Burdwan Raja.

Once ten or twelve Paharias went to Burdwan to pay the annual tribute.  After they had paid in the money the Raja gave them a feast and a room to sleep in and sent them one bed.  The Paharias had a discussion as to who should sleep on the bed and in order to avoid any ill-feeling about it they decided that they would all sleep on the ground and put their feet on the bed and then they could feel that they had all an equal share of it.  This they did and in the morning the Burdwan Raja came in and found them all lying in this strange position and was very much amused.  He explained that he had sent the bed for the use of the chief man among them and asked whether they had no distinctions of rank.  “Yes” they said “we have in our own villages; but here we are in a foreign land and as we do not all belong to one village who is to decide which is the chief among us.  Away from home we are all equal.”

CXLIV.  How a Tiger Was Killed.

In the days when the Santals lived in the jungle country there was once a man who had a patch of maize by the bank of a stream; and to watch his crop he had put up a platform in his field.  Now one day he stole a goat and killed it; he did not take it home nor tell his family; he took it to the maize patch with some firewood and fire and a knife and a hatchet; and he hoisted all these on to his platform and lit a fire in the bottom of an earthen pot and cut up the goat and began to cook and eat the flesh.  And a tiger smelt the flesh and came and sat down under the platform.