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One day the Khoja went into a garden which did not belong to him, and seeing an apricot-tree laden with delicious fruit, he climbed up among the branches and began to help himself. Whilst he was eating the apricots the owner of the garden came in and discovered him. "What are you doing up there, Khoja?" said he. "O my soul!" said the Khoja, "I am not the person you imagine me to be.
In Central Asia there was a revival of activity on the part of the Khoja exiles, who fancied that the discomfiture of the Chinese by the English and the internal disorders, of which rumor had no doubt carried an exaggerated account into Turkestan, would entail a very much diminished authority in Kashgar.
Tale 46. Timur and the One-legged Geese. One day the Khoja caused a goose to be cooked. He was about to present it to the King. When it was nicely done he set off with it, but on the road he became very hungry. If the smell of it were to be trusted it was a most delicious bird! At last the Khoja could resist no longer, and he tore off a leg and ate it with much relish.
The Khoja came to the door with a sad countenance. "Allah preserve you, neighbour!" said he. "May your health be better than that of our departed friend, who will return to you no more. The big pan is dead." "Nonsense, Khoja Effendi!" said the neighbour, "You know well enough that a pan cannot die."
Next week the Khoja met a Turk driving the ox, which was harnessed to a waggon. Thereupon the Khoja took a stick in his hand, and, running after the ox, belaboured it soundly. "O man!" cried the Turk, "what are you beating my beast for?" "Hold your tongue, you fool," said the Khoja, "and don't meddle with what doesn't concern you. The ox knows well enough." Tale 30. The Khoja's Camel.
Before the aksakals appeared on the scene the Chinese ruled a peaceful territory, but after the advent of these foreign officials trouble soon ensued. Ten years after his refusal to pay tribute the Khan of Khokand decided to support the Khoja pretenders who enjoyed his hospitality, and in 1822 Jehangir was provided with money and arms to make an attempt on the Chinese position in Kashgaria.
Then there is Mr Coldwaite, the celebrated Comtist; and Mr Fussle, who writes those delightful articles on prehistoric aesthetic evolution; and Mr Drygull, the eminent theosophist, whose stories about esoteric Buddhism are quite too extraordinary, and who has promised to bring a Khoja a most interesting moral specimen, my dear who has just arrived from Bombay; and Lord Fondleton. Mrs Allmash.
"What was it about, O Khoja?" asked his wife. "It must have been about our quilt," he replied; "for when the man got that he went off quietly enough." Tale 14. The Khoja and the Beggar. One day whilst Nasr-ed-Deen Effendi was in his house, a man knocked at the door. The Khoja looked out from an upper window. "What dost thou want?" said he.
"Oh, if you don't know " said the Khoja indignantly, and gathering his robe about him, he quitted the pulpit without another word. The men looked at each other in dismay, for the Khoja was a very popular preacher. "We have done wrong," said they, "though we know not how; without doubt our ignorance is an offence to his learning.
At last one day came one of them and said, "O Khoja! to-morrow is the end of the world. What will you do with this lamb on the last day? We may as well eat it this evening." "If it be so, let us do as you say," replied the Khoja, for he thought that the man was in earnest. So they lighted the fire and roasted the lamb, and had an excellent feast.
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