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The trader's son (2)
When he reached home his father asked him where he had
been, and he replied that he had stopped the night with the Ho
family. He then accompanied his father to the town, where he
saw hanging up at a hat-shop a fox's tail, and finally, after much
coaxing, succeeded in making his father buy it for him. While the
latter was engaged in a shop, his son, who was playing about be-
side him, availed himself of a moment when his father was not
looking and stole some money from him, and went off and
bought a quantity of white wine, which he left in charge of the
wine-merchant. Now an uncle of his, who was a sportsman by
trade, lived in the city, and thither he next betook himself. His
uncle was out, but his aunt was there, and inquired after the
health of his mother. "She has been better the last few days,"
replied he; "but she is now very much upset by a rat having
gnawed a dress of hers, and has sent me to ask for some poison."
His aunt opened the cupboard and gave him about the tenth of
an ounce in a piece of paper, which he thought was very little; so,
when his aunt had gone to get him something to eat, he took the
opportunity of being alone, opened the packet, and abstracted a
large handful. Hiding this in his coat, he ran to tell his aunt that
she needn't prepare anything for him, as his father was waiting in
the market, and he couldn't stop to eat it.
He then went off; and having quietly dropped the poison into
the wine he had bought, went sauntering about the town. At
nightfall he returned home, and told his father that he had been
at his uncle's. This he continued to do for some time, until one
day he saw among the crowd his long-bearded friend. Marking
him closely, he followed him, and at length entered into conversation, asking him where he lived. "I live at Pei-tsun," said he;
"where do you live ?"
"I," replied the trader's son, falsely, "live in a hole on the hillside." The long-bearded man was considerably startled at his
answer, but much more so when he added, "We've lived there
for generations : haven't you ?" The other man asked his name, to
which the boy replied, "My name is Hu. I saw you with two
gentlemen in the Ho family garden, and haven't forgotten you."
Questioning him more fully, the long-bearded man was still in a
half-and-half state of belief and doubt, when the trader's son
opened his coat a little bit, and showed him the end of the tail he
had bought, saying, "The like of us can mix with ordinary
people, but unfortunately we can never get rid of this." The long-bearded man then asked him what he was doing there, to which
he answered that his father had sent him to buy wine; thereupon
the former remarked that that was exactly what he had come for,
and the boy then inquired if he had bought it yet or not. "We are
poor," replied the stranger, "and as a rule I prefer to steal it."
"A difficult and dangerous job," observed the boy.
"I have my masters' instructions to get some," said the other,
"and what am I to do ?" The boy then asked him who his masters
were, to which he replied that they were the two brothers the boy
had seen that night. "One of them has bewitched a lady named
Wang; and the other, the wife of a trader who lives near. The son
of the last-mentioned lady is a violent fellow, and cut off my
master's tail, so that he was laid up for ten days. But he is putting
her under spells again now."
He was then going away, saying he should never get his wine;
but the boy said to him, "It's much easier to buy than steal. I
have some at the wine-shop there which I will give to you. My
purse isn't empty, and I can buy some more." The long-bearded
man hardly knew how to thank him; but the boy said, "We're all
one family. Don't mention such a trifle. When I have time I'll
come and take a drink with you." So they went off together to
the wine-shop, where the boy gave him the wine, and they then
separated.
That night his mother slept quietly and had no fits, and the boy
knew that something must have happened. He then told his
father, and they went to see if there were any results.
They found both foxes stretched out dead in the arbor.
One of the foxes was lying on the grass, and out of its mouth blood
was still trickling. The wine-bottle was there; and on shaking it
they heard that some was left. Then his father asked him why he
had kept it all so secret; to which the boy replied that foxes were
very sagacious, and would have been sure to scent the plot.
Thereupon his father was mightily pleased, and said he was a
perfect Ulysses for cunning. They then carried the foxes home,
and saw on the tail of one of them the scar of a knife-wound.
From that time they were left in peace; but the trader's wife
became very thin, and though her reason returned, she shortly
afterwards died of consumption. The other lady, Mrs. Wang,
began to get better as soon as the foxes had been killed; and as to
the boy, he was taught riding and archery by his proud parent,
and subsequently rose to high rank in the army.
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