第一百五十篇第一百五十篇Story One Hundred and Fifty

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小獵犬

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Story One Hundred and Fifty · Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio

The Little Hunting Dog

A line drawing in the manner of a late-Qing lithographed edition: in a monastery study room by day, a young scholar lies propped on one elbow on his bed, watching wide-eyed as a tiny hunting party of mounted and foot huntsmen with a hawk and hounds crosses the bed mat, while a tiny crowned king in a long robe sits on a couch across the room beside two small horses, with a lattice window, brick wall, writing table with books and brush pot, and a pair of shoes on the paved floor.

山右衛中堂為諸生時,假齋僧院。苦室中蜰蟲蚊蚤甚多,夜不成寐。食後偃息在床,忽見一小武士首插雉尾,身高二寸許,騎馬大如蠟,臂上青鞲,有鷹如蠅。自外而入,盤旋室中,行且駛。公方疑注,忽又一人入,裝亦如之,腰束小弓矢,牽獵犬如巨蟻。又俄頃,步者、騎者,紛紛來以數百輩,鷹犬皆數百。見有蚊蠅飛起,縱鷹騰擊,盡撲殺之。獵犬登床緣壁,搜噬虱蚤,凡罅有所伏藏,嗅之無不出者,頃刻之間,決殺殆盡。公偽睡睨之,鷹集犬竄于其身。既而一黃衣人,著平天冠如王者,登別榻,系駟葦篾間。從騎皆下,獻飛獻走,紛集盈側,亦不知作何語。無何,王者登小輦,衛士倉皇,各命鞍馬,萬蹄攢奔,紛如撒菽,煙飛霧騰,斯須散盡。公歷歷在目,駭詫不知所由。

山右卫中堂为诸生时,假斋僧院。苦室中蜰虫蚊蚤甚多,夜不成寐。食后偃息在床,忽见一小武士首插雉尾,身高二寸许,骑马大如蜡,臂上青鞲,有鹰如蝇。自外而入,盘旋室中,行且驶。公方疑注,忽又一人入,装亦如之,腰束小弓矢,牵猎犬如巨蚁。又俄顷,步者、骑者,纷纷来以数百辈,鹰犬皆数百。见有蚊蝇飞起,纵鹰腾击,尽扑杀之。猎犬登床缘壁,搜噬虱蚤,凡罅有所伏藏,嗅之无不出者,顷刻之间,决杀殆尽。公伪睡睨之,鹰集犬窜于其身。既而一黄衣人,着平天冠如王者,登别榻,系驷苇篾间。从骑皆下,献飞献走,纷集盈侧,亦不知作何语。无何,王者登小辇,卫士仓皇,各命鞍马,万蹄攒奔,纷如撒菽,烟飞雾腾,斯须散尽。公历历在目,骇诧不知所由。

When Grand Secretary Wei of Shanxi was still a licentiate, he borrowed a room in a Buddhist monastery for his study. The room swarmed with bedbugs, mosquitoes and fleas, and he could not sleep at night. One day after a meal he was lying on his bed resting when he suddenly saw a tiny warrior with a pheasant’s tail feather in his cap, some two inches tall, riding a horse the size of a maggot. On his arm was a blue leather guard, and on it a hawk the size of a fly. He came in from outside and circled the room, riding fast. Wei was still staring, puzzled, when another man came in, dressed the same, with a little bow and arrows at his waist, leading a hunting dog the size of a big ant. In a moment more, men on foot and on horseback came crowding in, several hundred of them, with several hundred hawks and hounds. Whenever a mosquito or fly rose, they loosed the hawks, which flew up and struck, and killed every one. The hounds climbed onto the bed and up the walls, hunting out lice and fleas and biting them. Wherever anything lay hidden in a crack, they sniffed it out; nothing escaped. In no time they had killed nearly all. Wei pretended to sleep and watched them from the corner of his eye. Hawks settled on him and hounds ran over his body. Then a man in yellow, wearing a flat-topped crown like a king’s, climbed onto the other couch and tethered his team of four among the reed matting. His horsemen all dismounted and presented the things that fly and the things that run, crowding thick about him. What they said, Wei could not tell. Before long the king got into a little carriage. The guards scrambled to their saddles, ten thousand hooves pounded away together, scattering like spilled beans, smoke flying and mist rising, and in an instant all were gone. Wei had seen every detail plainly. He was astonished, and had no idea where they had come from.

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