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A story by
translated from Bengali by
C. F. Andrews & others.
This story was
printed in the
DimdimaMagazine last September
I receive this every month from
publishers in India.
It is one
of the Golden
I hope you
was ringleader among the boys of the
A new mischief
got into his head. There was a heavy log lying on
the mud-flat of the river waiting to be shaped into
a mast for a boat. He decided that they should all
work together to shift the log by main force from
its place and roll it away. The owner of the log
would be angry and surprised, and they would all
enjoy the fun. Every one seconded the proposal,
and it was carried unanimously.
But just as the fun was about to begin,
Makhan, Phatik's younger brother, sauntered up, and
sat down on the log in front of them all without a
word. The boys were puzzled for a moment. He was
pushed, rather timidly, by one of the boys and told
to get up but he remained quite unconcerned. He
appeared like a young philosopher meditating on the futility of games.
Phatik was furious. "Makhan," he cried, "if you
don't get down this minute I'll thrash