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The Bones of Djulung | A Folktale of Kindness and Reward

MKP फ़रवरी 28, 2022

On a beautiful island in the southern seas—where garlands of bright orchids bound the trees together, and the days and nights were equally long and almost equally hot—there once lived seven sisters. Their parents were dead, and they had no brothers. The eldest sister ruled the household, and the others obeyed her commands.


The Bones of Djulung

On a beautiful island in the southern seas—where garlands of bright orchids bound the trees together, and the days and nights were equally long and almost equally hot—there once lived seven sisters. Their parents were dead, and they had no brothers. The eldest sister ruled the household, and the others obeyed her commands.

Each sister had her appointed task. One cleaned the house, another fetched water from the forest spring, a third cooked their food. The hardest work of all fell to the youngest, who had to cut and carry home the firewood that kept the fire burning day and night. The labour was exhausting, and after piling up the sticks by the hearth, she often threw herself beneath a tree and fell into a deep sleep.

One morning, as she staggered along beneath her heavy bundle, she noticed how cool and inviting the river beside their hut looked. Instead of resting as usual, she decided to bathe. After hastily feeding the fire, she ran down and plunged into the water. How delightful it was to swim and float beneath the dark canopy of the forest, where the thick foliage scarcely allowed the sun to enter!

As she played in the water, her eyes fell upon a tiny fish shimmering with rainbow colours.

“I should like him for a pet,” she thought.

The next time the fish swam close, she caught him gently and ran along a grassy path until she reached a cave where a stream fell over rocks into a clear basin. There she placed the fish, whose name was Djulung-djulung, promising to return soon with food.

When she returned home, dinner was ready. The eldest sister served rice to the others, but the youngest secretly saved part of her share. When no one was watching, she hurried back to the fountain.

“See, I have not forgotten you,” she whispered, dropping grains of rice into the water. Djulung devoured them eagerly, for he had never tasted anything so delicious.

From that day onward, the girl fed the fish daily, saving half her meal for him. The fish grew large and plump, but the girl grew thin and weak. At last, her sisters noticed her condition and watched her closely. One sister followed her and discovered the secret.

Greedy and cruel, the eldest sister caught Djulung and boiled him for supper while the youngest was away in the forest.

The next morning, the girl sang her song by the cave, but Djulung did not appear. Heartbroken and exhausted, she returned home and fell into a deep sleep that lasted for days. At last, awakened by a crowing cock, she understood its message: Djulung was dead, and his bones lay buried beneath the kitchen fire.

Quietly, she took the bones and buried them beside the fountain, singing a song that called upon them to grow into a tree—a tree so tall its leaves would fall across the sea.

Her wish was fulfilled. From the bones grew a marvellous tree: its trunk of iron, its leaves of silk, its flowers of gold, and its fruit of diamonds. One day, a leaf drifted across the sea to another island, where it caught the attention of a king. Searching for its source, he found the wondrous tree and learned its secret.

When the youngest sister approached, the tree bowed before her. Recognising her worth, the king married her and took her across the sea, where they lived happily ever after.

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