snatched the liver out of the person’s hand, and ran again up the rock. ‘Hallo, Cogia,’ said the man, ‘what are you about?’ ‘I was merely playing the kite out of fun,’ said the Cogia.

   A person coming to Nasr Eddin Efendi, requested him to let him have a rope. The Cogia went into his house, and coming out again, said, ‘The rope is striking ten.’ ‘How can a rope strike ten?’ said the man. ‘It will always be

   striking ten,’ said the Cogia, ‘till I feel inclined to give you the rope.’

   One day the Cogia put some fowls into a cage and set out for the castle of Siouri. As he was going along he said to himself, ‘These poor wretches are here imprisoned: I think I may as well give them a little liberty.’ So he let them all out, and all the hens ran off in one direction or another. The Cogia taking a stick in his hand, placed himself before the cock, pushing him and driving him, saying, ‘O you who in the middle of the night knowest when it is morning, how is it that in broad day thou knowest not the way to the castle?’

   One day as the Cogia was wandering amongst the tombs, by the side of the way he fell into an old tomb, and making believe as if he were dead, he said, ‘Let me see Mounkhir. Is Nekîr coming?’ As he lay there stretched at his length, it appeared to him that he heard from afar the voice of a bell. ‘It is the noise of the Day of Judgment,’ said the Cogia, and forthwith sprang out of the tomb. Now it happened that a caravan was coming, and the Cogia, by putting out his head, frightened the camels, who jostled each other in great confusion. No sooner did the conductors see the Cogia than, seizing their cudgels, they said to him, ‘You! Who are you?’ The Cogia said to them, ‘I am one who is dead.’ ‘And what are you doing here?’ said the conductors.

   ‘I merely came to take a walk,’ said the Cogia. ‘We will now make you take a pretty walk,’ said the carriers, and instantly began belabouring him with their cudgels. The Cogia, with tears streaming from his eyes, ran home. ‘Where have you been?’ said his wife. ‘I have been dead,’ said the Cogia, ‘and in the tomb.’ ‘And what is there in the other world?’ said his wife. ‘Nothing,’ said the Cogia, ‘provided you don’t frighten carriers’ camels.’

   Once upon a time the Cogia was sent into Curdistan along with the Ambassador. Whilst he was there the Curdish Beys invited the Cogia to a feast which they had made in honour of him. The Cogia, putting on a pelisse, went to the place of festival. During the entertainment he 

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