<h2><SPAN name="chapter-7"><abbr title="Seven">VII.</abbr> <br/> THE MARRIAGE OF THE FOX'S DAUGHTER.</SPAN></h2>
<p><span class="smallcaps">A president</span> of the Board of Civil Office, named
Yin, and a native of Li-ch'êng, when a young man, was
very badly off, but was endowed with considerable physical
courage. Now in his part of the country there was
a large establishment, covering several acres, with an unbroken
succession of pavilions and verandahs, and
belonging to one of the old county families; but
because ghosts and apparitions were frequently seen
there, the place had for a long time remained untenanted,
and was overgrown with grass and weeds, no
one venturing to enter in even in broad daylight. One
evening when Yin was carousing with some fellow-students,
one of them jokingly said, “If anybody will
pass a night in the haunted house, the rest of us will
stand him a dinner.” Mr. Yin jumped up at this, and
cried out, “What is there difficult in that?” So, taking
with him a sleeping-mat, he proceeded thither, escorted by
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all his companions as far as the door, where they laughed
and said, “We will wait here a little while. In case you
see anything, shout out to us at once.” “If there are
any goblins or foxes,” replied Yin, “I'll catch them for
you.” He then went in, and found the paths obliterated
by long grass, which had sprung up, mingled with weeds
of various kinds. It was just the time of the new moon,
and by its feeble light he was able to make out the door
of the house. Feeling his way, he walked on until he
reached the back pavilion, and then went up on to the
Moon Terrace, which was such a pleasant spot that he
determined to stop there. Gazing westwards, he sat for
a long time looking at the moon—a single thread of
light embracing in its horns the peak of a hill—without
hearing anything at all unusual; so, laughing to himself
at the nonsense people talked, he spread his mat upon
the floor, put a stone under his head for a pillow, and
lay down to sleep. He had watched the Cow-herd and
the Lady until they were just disappearing, and was on
the point of dropping off, when suddenly he heard footsteps
down below coming up the stairs. Pretending to
be asleep, he saw a servant enter, carrying in his hand a
lotus-shaped lantern, who, on observing Mr. Yin, rushed
back in a fright, and said to someone behind, “There is
a stranger here!” The person spoken to asked who it
was, but the servant did not know; and then up came
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an old gentleman, who, after examining Mr. Yin closely,
said, “It's the future President: he's as drunk as can be.
We needn't mind him; besides, he's a good fellow, and
won't give us any trouble.” So they walked in and
opened all the doors; and by-and-by there were a great
many other people moving about, and quantities of
lamps were lighted, till the place was as light as day.
About this time Mr. Yin slightly changed his position,
and sneezed; upon which the old man, perceiving that
he was awake, came forward and fell down on his knees,
saying, “Sir, I have a daughter who is to be married this
very night. It was not anticipated that Your Honour
would be here. I pray, therefore, that we may be excused.”
Mr. Yin got up and raised the old man,
regretting that, in his ignorance of the festive occasion,
he had brought with him no present. “Ah, Sir,” replied
the old man, “your very presence here will ward off all
noxious influences; and that is quite enough for us.”
He then begged Mr. Yin to assist in doing the honours,
and thus double the obligation already conferred. Mr.
Yin readily assented, and went inside to look at the
gorgeous arrangements they had made. He was here
met by a lady, apparently about forty years of age, whom
the old gentleman introduced as his wife; and he had
hardly made his bow when he heard the sound of
flageolets, and someone came hurrying in, saying,
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“He has come!” The old gentleman flew out to meet
this personage, and Mr. Yin also stood up, awaiting his
arrival. In no long time, a bevy of people with gauze
lanterns ushered in the bridegroom himself, who seemed
to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, and of a
most refined and prepossessing appearance. The old
gentleman bade him pay his respects first to their worthy
guest; and upon his looking towards Mr. Yin, that
gentleman came forward to welcome him on behalf of
the host. Then followed ceremonies between the old
man and his son-in-law; and when these were over, they
all sat down to supper. Hosts of waiting-maids brought
in profuse quantities of wine and meats, with bowls and
cups of jade or gold, till the table glittered again. And
when the wine had gone round several times, the old
gentleman told one of the maids to summon the bride.
This she did, but some time passed and no bride came.
So the old man rose and drew aside the curtain, pressing
the young lady to come forth; whereupon a number of
women escorted out the bride, whose ornaments went
<i>tinkle tinkle</i> as she walked along, sweet perfumes being
all the time diffused around. Her father told her to
make the proper salutation, after which she went and sat
by her mother. Mr. Yin took a glance at her, and saw
that she wore on her head beautiful ornaments made of
kingfisher's feathers, her beauty quite surpassing anything
he had ever seen. All this time they had been
drinking their wine out of golden goblets big enough to
hold several pints, when it flashed across him that one of
these goblets would be a capital thing to carry back to
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his companions in evidence of what he had seen. So he
secreted it in his sleeve, and, pretending to be tipsy,
leaned forward with his head upon the table as if going
off to sleep. “The gentleman is drunk,” said the
guests; and by-and-by Mr. Yin heard the bridegroom
take his leave, and there was a general trooping downstairs
to the tune of a wedding march. When they were
all gone the old gentleman collected the goblets, one of
which was missing, though they hunted high and low to
find it. Someone mentioned the sleeping guest; but the
old gentleman stopped him at once for fear Mr. Yin
should hear, and before long silence reigned throughout.
Mr. Yin then arose. It was dark, and he had no light;
but he could detect the lingering smell of the food, and
the place was filled with the fumes of wine. Faint
streaks of light now appearing in the east, he began
quietly to make a move, having first satisfied himself
that the goblet was still in his sleeve. Arriving at the
door, he found his friends already there; for they had
been afraid he might come out after they left, and go in
again early in the morning. When he produced the
goblet they were all lost in astonishment; and on hearing
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his story, they were fain to believe it, well knowing
that a poor student like Yin was not likely to have such
a valuable piece of plate in his possession.</p>
<p>Later on Mr. Yin took his doctor's degree, and was
appointed magistrate over the district of Fei-ch'iu, where
there was an old-established family of the name of Chu.
The head of the family asked him to a banquet in
honour of his arrival, and ordered the servants to bring
in the large goblets. After some delay a slave-girl came
and whispered something to her master which seemed
to make him very angry. Then the goblets were brought
in, and Mr. Yin was invited to drink. He now found
that these goblets were of precisely the same shape and
pattern as the one he had at home, and at once begged
his host to tell him where he had had these made.
“Well,” said Mr. Chu, “there should be eight of them.
An ancestor of mine had them made, when he was a
minister at the capital, by an experienced artificer. They
have been handed down in our family from generation
to generation, and have now been carefully laid by for
some time; but I thought we would have them out to-day
as a compliment to your Honour. However, there
are only seven to be found. None of the servants can
have touched them, for the old seals of ten years ago are
still upon the box, unbroken. I don't know what to
make of it.” Mr. Yin laughed, and said, “It must have
flown away! Still, it is a pity to lose an heir-loom of
that kind; and as I have a very similar one at home, I
shall take upon myself to send it to you.” When the
banquet was over, Mr. Yin went home, and taking out
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his own goblet, sent it off to Mr. Chu. The latter was
somewhat surprised to find that it was identical with his
own, and hurried away to thank the magistrate for his
gift, asking him at the same time how it had come into
his possession. Mr. Yin told him the whole story, which
proves conclusively that although a fox may obtain possession
of a thing, even at a distance of many hundred
miles, he will not venture to keep it altogether.</p>
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