It grew like mad.  On! on!  Stem, branch, leaf, tendril, fruit—­on, on it went!  The melons grew—­great, round, smooth, rich, ripe, juicy melons, as big as houses—­at the cross-roads, on the roads, in the fields, filling barn-yards and door-yards so people and cattle couldn’t pass, or go in or out, till they had eaten their way through the melons, or got ladders and climbed over, or dug trenches and crawled under!  On, on it went, surrounding the king’s palaces and choking up his forts!  Down, down it grew into the brooks and rivers, and out into the king’s harbors, where the tendrils seized and wound about his ships of war riding at anchor, and climbed up the masts, while melons grew on the decks till the vessels sank to the bottom!  It choked up and drank up all the rivers and lakes in the kingdom, or dammed them up so the waters overflowed the land, drowning people and cattle, and sweeping away houses and barns!

On, on it grew—­melons, melons everywhere!  Ruin and starvation stared the nation in the face; while poor, poor Nimble Jim, hid within the rind of the melon he had dug out, shivered, cried and bewailed his folly.

“I’ll be killed!  I’ll be killed!  The people will murder me!” he shrieked.  But no one of them all save his mother knew he had had anything to do with bringing on the dire calamity that had befallen the kingdom.

Then some of the people proposed:  “Let us go immediately to our king, and ask him to make a law that the vine shall stop growing ere it ruin us forever.”

But when they had eaten and hewed their way to the palace, they found the king had gone to count his soldiers; and while he was gone the vine came galloping along, and an enormous melon grew and blocked up the palace gate.  So they had to help the king and his guards force their way through to the hall of audience.

When they all were in, and the king had wiped the melon-juice off his robes and crown, and was fairly seated on his throne, surrounded by his guards and courtiers, the trumpets sounded, drums beat, banners waved, and the people fell on their knees and said: 

“O mighty king!  We, thy liege subjects, have come to tell thee of the ruin and desolation this fearful vine maketh in all thy great kingdom, and to entreat thy majesty to enact a law forbidding it to grow any more, and commanding it to wither away.”

“Alas!” answered the troubled king, “what can I do?  No law of mine can stop this awful thing.  It is an enchanted vine sent to torment us.  Hear me, my people!  Proclaim it, ye my heralds!  I pledge my kingly word to give up my crown and kingdom, and change places with any one of my subjects who will wither and instantly sweep away this direful vine.  I, your king, am as helpless as a child to stop it.”

And the king, who was a good old man, shed tears for the misery of his people, and commanded the queen and all the court to dress themselves in mourning and fast night and day.