But the youngest did not finish hers , and when no one was looking , stole off to the fountain in the forest where the little fish was swimming about . ` See ! I have not forgotten you , ' she cried , and one by one she let the grains of rice fall into the water , where the fish gobbled them up greedily , for he had never tasted anything so nice . ` That is all for to-day , ' she said at last , ` but I will come again to-morrow , ' and biding him good-bye she went down the path . Now the girl did not tell her sisters about the fish , but every day she saved half of her rice to give him , and called him softly in a little song she had made for herself . If she sometimes felt hungry , no one knew of it , and , indeed , she did not mind that much , when she saw how the fish enjoyed it . And the fish grew fat and big , but the girl grew thin and weak , and the loads of wood felt heavier every day , and at last her sisters noticed it . Then they took counsel together , and watched her to see what she did , and one of them followed her to the fountain where Djulung lived , and saw her give him all the rice she had saved from her breakfast . Hastening home the sister told the others what she had witnessed , and that a lovely fat fish might be had for the catching . So the eldest sister went and caught him , and he was boiled for supper , but the youngest sister was away in the woods , and did not know anything about it . Next morning she went as usual to the cave , and sang her little song , but no Djulung came to answer it ; twice and thrice she sang , then threw herself on her knees by the edge , and peered into the dark water , but the trees cast such a deep shadow that her eyes could not pierce it . ` Djulung can not be dead , or his body would be floating on the surface , ' she said to herself , and rising to her feet she set out homewards , feeling all of a sudden strangely tired . ` What is the matter with me ? ' she thought , but somehow or other she managed to reach the hut , and threw herself down in a corner , where she slept so soundly that for days no one was able to wake her . At length , one morning early , a cock began to crow so loud that she could sleep no longer and as he continued to crow she seemed to understand what he was saying , and that he was telling her that Djulung was dead , killed and eaten by her sisters , and that his bones lay buried under the kitchen fire . Very softly she got up , and took up the large stone under the fire , and creeping out carried the bones to the cave by the fountain , where she dug a hole and buried them anew . And as she scooped out the hole with a stick she sang a song , bidding the bones grow till they became a tree -- a tree that reached up so high into the heavens that its leaves would fall across the sea into another island , whose king would pick them up . As there was no Djulung to give her rice to , the girl soon became fat again , and as she was able to do her work as of old , her sisters did not trouble about her . They never guessed that when she went into the forest to gather her sticks , she never failed to pay a visit to the tree , which grew taller and more wonderful day by day . Never was such a tree seen before .
Its trunk was XXXXX iron , its leaves were of silk , its flowers of gold , and its fruit of diamonds , and one evening , though the girl did not know it , a soft breeze took one of the leaves , and blew it across the sea to the feet of one of the king 's attendants .
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