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They had placed the soap beside them on the ground, and were just about to begin, when a black bird of prey swooped suddenly down, and snatching up the soap, flew away with it, believing it to be some kind of food. "Run, Khoja, run!" cried the distracted wife. "Make haste, I beseech you, and catch that thief of a bird. He has carried off my soap." "O wife!" replied the Khoja, "let him alone.
"As many," replied the Khoja, "as there are hairs in my donkey's tail." "How do you know that?" asked the wise man. "If you do not believe me, count for yourself," said the Khoja. But the wise man replied: "It is for you to count, and to prove to me the truth of what you say." "With all my heart," replied the Khoja. "And I will do it in a way that cannot possibly fail.
Both hands were full, when the gardener suddenly appeared and seized him. "What are you doing here?" said the gardener. The Khoja was confounded, and not being able to find a good excuse, he said, "A very strong wind blew during the night. Having driven me a long way, it blew me here." "Oh," said the gardener; "but who plucked these herbs which I see in your hands?"
Meanwhile the Jew was listening at the chimney-top, and he heard the Khoja begin to count the coins. When he got to the nine hundred and ninety-ninth, and had satisfied himself that there was not another, he paused, and the Jew merchant held his breath. At last the Khoja spoke. "O my soul!" said he, "is it decent to spit in the face of good fortune for the sake of one gold piece in a thousand?
"O neighbours!" answered the Khoja, "believe me, I speak with moderation. If you look into the vase, you will find that according to its account to-day is the one hundred and twentieth." Tale 8. The Khoja and the Thief. One day a thief got into the Khoja's house, and the Khoja watched him.
But as he was riding with the caravan the camel stumbled, and the Khoja was thrown off and severely hurt. The people of the caravan coming to his assistance found that he was stunned, but after a while they succeeded in restoring him.
If you saw me on the plain as I used to appear in life, without doubt you are one of those who can see ghosts and apparitions." Tale 29. The Ox Trespassing. One day Khoja Effendi, repairing to a piece of ground which belonged to him, found that a strange ox had got into the enclosure. The Khoja took a thick stick to beat it with, but the beast, seeing him coming, ran away and escaped.
"The wind was so very strong," answered the Khoja, "that when it blew me into this place I clutched with both hands at the first things I could lay hold of, lest it should drive me further. And so they remain in my grasp." "Oh," said the gardener; "but who put these into the sack, I wonder?" "That is just what puzzles me," the Khoja replied; "I was thinking about it when you came in." Tale 32.
With what lies north of the Oxus we can have very little to say or to do; therefore it matters the less that in reality we know very little about it. The Oxus is not a fordable river. At Khoja Saleh, which is the furthest point supposed to have been reached by the Aral flotilla, it is about half a mile wide, with a slow current. At Charjui it is about the same width, only rapid and deep.
The Khoja replied, "The thief will certainly come here to drink as soon as he has eaten my salted cheese; I always do so myself." And here is one of the Gothamite class: One evening the Khoja went to the well to draw water, and seeing the moon reflected in the water, he exclaimed, "The moon has fallen into the well; I must pull it out."
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