had the leaf touched the fox, than the latter jumped up and ran away as quickly as his legs could carry him.
"This is marvelous," he exclaimed, while picking up the leaf, which he replaced in the fold of his turban.
He then knocked at the door of the farm-house and was admitted. He asked for a little food which was readily given him by the owner, an old farmer.
"Did you know there was a dead fox outside your door?" he asked the farmer.
The latter replied, "Of course I did, for I killed him yesterday."
The Visitor: "The fox is not there now."
Farmer: "Where is he?"
Visitor: "He ran away just before I knocked at your door."
Farmer: "That is impossible."
Visitor: "Go and look. You will not see the fox."
Farmer: "Come with me and let us look together." They went to the door, and sure enough the fox was not to be seen.
Visitor: "I brought the dead fox back to life. I am a holy man and I can revive the dead."
Farmer: "You are a foolish chatterbox. If what you say be true, take my advice and do not meddle with the mysteries of life and death. God alone will quicken the dead. Now, farewell."
