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462                    MOUNTAIN SESIMA.
One day he was driving his cart through a wood, and noticed at the side of the path an opening through the trees, and behind them a large barren mountain which he had never observed before. So he stood still, and looked at it with surprise.
As he so stood he saw twelve fierce-looking men coming towards him. Thinking they were robbers he drew his cart behind the bushes, and climbed up a tree to see what would happen. The twelve men went and stood before the mountain, and cried, " Mountain Sesima, Mountain Sesima,—open thyself." Immediately the sides of the mountain parted asunder, and the twelve men walked in, and immediately it closed after them.
In a short time, however, it again opened, and the twelve men came out carrying heavy sacks on their backs, and as soon as they were all in the open air they turned to the mountain and said, in Mountain Sesima, Mountain Sesima, close thyself."
The sides instantly came together, and there was no longer any entrance to be seen, and the twelve men went away.
As soon as they were out of sight the poor man came down from the tree, and felt very curious to know what could be concealed in the mountain. So he placed himself before it, and said, " Moun­tain Sesima, Mountain Sesima,—open thyself;" and the mountain stood open before him. He stepped in, and found that the whole interior was a mine full of silver and gold, and behind the gold lay heaps of pearls, and sparkling, precious stones like hoarded grain.
The poor man hardly knew what to do, or whether he dare take anything from these treasures. At last, he filled his pockets with gold, leaving the pearls and precious stones lying untouched. When he wished to go out of the mine, he remembered to say, " Mountain Sesima, Mountain Sesima,—close thyself." And im­mediately the mountain closed, and the poor man took his cart from behind the bushes, and drove it home to his house.
He now wanted for nothing, care had fled, and he could buy bread and wine, and all he required for his wife and children. They lived for a long time in happiness and peace, but he did not forget to give to the poor, and was kind to every one.
When he went a second time to the mountain, he borrowed of his brother a bushel measure, to carry the gold and silver; but the rich treasure he did not touch. At his third visit he also borrowed the bushel of his brother, whose suspicions were now aroused. He