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The king looked up to see who had done this thing . It was his pet hawk . The hawk flew back and forth a few times , and then alighted among the rocks by the spring . The king picked up the cup , and again held it to catch the trickling drops . This time he did not wait so long . When the cup was half full , he lifted it toward his mouth . But before it had touched his lips , the hawk swooped down again , and knocked it from his hands . And now the king began to grow angry . He tried again ; and for the third time the hawk kept him from drinking . The king was now very angry indeed . " How do you dare to act so ? " he cried . " If I had you in my hands , I would wring your neck ! " Then he filled the cup again . But before he tried to drink , he drew his sword . " Now , Sir Hawk , " he said , " this is the last time . " He had hardly spoken , before the hawk swooped down and knocked the cup from his hand . But the king was looking for this . With a quick sweep of the sword he struck the bird as it passed . The next moment the poor hawk lay bleeding and dying at its master's feet . " That is what you get for your pains , " said Genghis Khan . But when he looked for his cup , he found that it had fallen between two rocks , where he could not reach it . " At any rate , I will have a drink from that spring , " he said to himself . With that he began to climb the steep bank to the place from which the water trickled . It was hard work , and the higher he climbed , the thirstier he became . At last he reached the place . There indeed was a pool of water ; but what was that lying in the pool , and almost filling it ? It was a huge , dead snake of the most poisonous kind . The king stopped . He forgot his thirst . He thought only of the poor dead bird lying on the ground below him . " The hawk saved my life ! " he cried ; " and how did I repay him ? He was my best friend , and I have killed him . " He clambered down the bank . He took the bird up gently , and laid it in his hunting bag . Then he mounted his horse and rode swiftly home . He said to himself , — " I have learned a sad lesson to - day ; and that is , never to do anything in anger . " DOCTOR GOLDSMITH . There was once a kind man whose name was Oliver Goldsmith . He wrote many delightful books , some of which you will read when you are older . He had a gentle heart . He was always ready to help others and to share with them anything that he had . He gave away so much to the poor that he was always poor himself . He was sometimes called Doctor Goldsmith ; for he had studied to be a physician .
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