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Updated: June 16, 2025
'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 Bopoluchi, '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.
But Bopoluchi, the prettiest girl of them all, looked sad, for she was an orphan, and had no one to arrange a marriage for her. Nevertheless she was too proud to remain silent, so she said gaily 'And my uncle is coming also, bringing me fine dresses, fine food, and fine jewels.
Turning round quickly, she did the same to the other thief at the head, but the robber himself ran away in a terrible fright, and scrambled like a wild cat up a tree close by before she could reach him. 'Come down! cried brave Bopoluchi, brandishing the bill-hook, 'and fight it out!
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 Bopoluchi 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.
Whereupon the robber wept, and beat his breast, thinking he had killed her; but when he discovered pretty Bopoluchi had run away, he became wild with rage, and determined to bring her back somehow.
After that, Bopoluchi went to the robber's house and carried off all the gold and silver, jewels and clothes, that were hidden there, coming back to the village so rich that she could marry any one she pleased. And that was the end of Bopoluchi's adventures.
The little audience listens, dozes, dreams, and still the wily Jackal meets his match, or Bopoluchi brave and bold returns rich and victorious from the robber's den. Hark! that is Kaniya's voice, and there is an expectant stir amongst the drowsy listeners as he begins the old old formula 'Once upon a time Once upon a time a soldier died, leaving a widow and one son.
Hearing this, Bopoluchi of course believed it all, and was ever so much pleased; so she packed up the few things she possessed in a bundle, and set off with the robber in high spirits. But as they went along the road, a crow sitting on a branch croaked '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 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 Bopoluchi 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!
Now a wandering pedlar, who sold sweet scents and cosmetics of all sorts to the country women, happened to be sitting near the well, and heard what Bopoluchi said.
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