'Uncle!' said the girl, 'that peacock screams funnily. What does it say ?'
'Pooh!' returned the robber,'all peacocks scream like that in this country.'
By and by a jackal slunk across the road; the moment it saw poor pretty Bopolûchî it began to howl
'Bopoluchi, 'tis a pity!
You have lost your wits, my pretty!
'Tis no uncle that relieves you,
But a robber who deceives you!’
'Uncle! 'said the maiden, 'that jackal howls funnily. What does it say?'
'Pooh!' returned the robber, 'all jackals howl like that in this country.'
So poor pretty Bopolûchî journeyed on till they reached the robber's house. Then he told her who he was, and how he intended to marry her himself. She wept and cried bitterly, but the robber had no pity, and left her in charge of his old, oh! ever so old mother, while he went out to make arrangements for the marriage feast.
Now Bopolûchî had such beautiful hair that it reached right down to her ankles, but the old mother hadn't a hair on her old bald head.
'Daughter!' said the old, ever so old mother, as she was putting the bridal dress on Bopoluchi, 'how did you manage to get such beautiful hair?'
'Well,' replied Bopolûchî, 'my mother made it grow by pounding my head in the big mortar for husking rice. At every stroke of the pestle my hair grew longer and longer. I assure you it is a plan that never fails.'
