SAINT GERASIMUS AND THE LION
NE fine morning Saint Gerasimus was walking briskly along
the bank of the River Jordan. By his side plodded a little
donkey bearing on his back an earthen jar; for they had been
down to the river together to get water, and were taking it
back to the monastery on the hill for the monks to drink at
their noonday meal.
Gerasimus was singing merrily, touching the stupid little
donkey now and then with a twig of olive leaves to keep him
from going to sleep. This was in the far East, in the Holy
Land, so the sky was very blue and the ground smelled hot.
Birds were singing around them in the trees and overhead,
all kinds of strange and beautiful birds. But suddenly
Gerasimus heard a sound unlike any bird he had ever known; a
sound which was not a bird's song at all, unless some newly
invented kind had a bass voice which ended in a howl. The
little donkey stopped suddenly, and bracing his fore legs
cock-  ing forward his long, flappy ears, looked afraid and
foolish. Gerasimus stopped too. But he was so wise a man
that he could not look foolish. And he was too good a man to
be afraid of anything. Still, he was a little surprised.
"Dear me," he said aloud, "how very strange that sounded.
What do you suppose it was?" Now there was no one else
anywhere near, so he must have been talking to himself. For
he could never have expected that donkey to know anything
about it. But the donkey thought he was being spoken to, so
he wagged his head, and said, "He-haw!"
which was a very silly answer indeed, and did not help
Gerasimus at all.
He seized the donkey by the halter and waited to see what
would happen. He peered up and down and around and about,
but there was nothing to be seen except the shining river,
the yellow sand, a clump of bushes beside the road, and the
spire of the monastery peeping over the top of the hill
beyond. He was about to start the donkey once more on his
climb towards home, when that sound came again; and this
time he noticed that it was a sad sound, a sort of
 whining growl ending in a sob. It sounded nearer than
before, and seemed to come from the clump of bushes.
Gerasimus and the donkey turned their heads quickly in that
direction, and the donkey trembled all over, he was so
frightened. But his master only said, "It must be a Lion!"
And sure enough: he had hardly spoken the word when out of
the bushes came poking the great head and yellow eyes of a
lion. He was looking straight at Gerasimus. Then, giving
that cry again, he bounded out and strode towards the good
man, who was holding the donkey tight to keep him from
running away. He was the biggest kind of a lion, much
bigger than the donkey, and his mane was long and thick, and
his tail had a yellow brush on the end as large as a window mop.
But as he came Gerasimus noticed that he limped as
if he were lame. At once the Saint was filled with pity,
for he could not bear to see any creature suffer. And
without any thought of fear, he went forward to meet the
lion. Instead of pouncing upon him fiercely, or snarling, or
making ready to eat him up, the lion crouched whining at his
 "Poor fellow," said Gerasimus, "what hurts you and makes you
lame, brother Lion?"
The lion shook his yellow mane and roared. But his eyes
were not fierce; they were only full of pain as they looked
up into those of Gerasimus asking for help. And then he
held up his right fore paw and shook it to show that this
was where the trouble lay. Gerasimus looked at him kindly.
"Lie down, sir," he said just as one would speak to a big
yellow dog. And obediently the lion charged. Then the good
man bent over him, and taking the great paw in his hand
examined it carefully. In the soft cushion of the paw a
long pointed thorn was piercing so deeply that he could
hardly find the end. No wonder the poor lion had roared
with pain! Gerasimus pulled out the thorn as gently as he
could, and though it must have hurt the lion badly he did
not make a sound, but lay still as he had been told. And
when the thorn was taken out the lion licked Gerasimus'
hand, and looked up in his face as if he would say, "Thank
you, kind man. I shall not forget."
 Now when the Saint had finished this good deed he went back
to his donkey and started on towards the monastery. But
hearing the soft pad of steps behind him he turned and saw
that the great yellow lion was following close at his heels.
At first he was somewhat embarrassed, for he did not know
how the other monks would receive this big stranger. But it
did not seem polite or kind to drive him away, especially as
he was still somewhat lame. So Gerasimus took up his switch
of olive leaves and drove the donkey on without a word,
thinking that perhaps the lion would grow tired and drop
behind. But when he glanced over his shoulder he still saw
the yellow head close at his elbow; and sometimes he felt
the hot, rough tongue licking his hand that hung at his
So they climbed the hill to the monastery. Some one had
seen Gerasimus coming with this strange attendant at his
heels, and the windows and doors were crowded with monks,
their mouths and eyes wide open with astonishment, peering
over one another's shoulders. From every corner of the
monastery they had run to see the sight; but they were all
 tiptoe to run back again twice as quickly if the lion should
roar or lash his tail. Now although Gerasimus knew that the
house was full of staring eyes expecting every minute to see
him eaten up, he did not hurry or worry at all. Leisurely
he unloaded the waterjar and put the donkey in his stable,
the lion following him everywhere he went. When all was
finished he turned to bid the beast good-by. But instead of
taking the hint and departing as he was expected to, the
lion crouched at Gerasimus' feet and licked his sandals; and
then he looked up in the Saint's face and pawed at his
coarse gown pleadingly, as if he said, "Good man, I love you
because you took the thorn out of my foot. Let me stay with
you always to be your watch-dog." And Gerasimus understood.
"Well, if you wish to stay I am willing, so long as you are
good," he said, and the lion leaped up and roared with joy
so loudly that all the monks who were watching tumbled over
one another and ran away to their cells in a terrible
fright, locking the doors behind them.
Gerasimus carried the water-jar into the
 empty kitchen, and the lion followed. After sniffing about
the place to get acquainted, just as a kitten does in its
new home, the lion lay down in front of the fire and curled
his head up on his paws, like the great big cat he was. And
so after a long sigh he went to sleep. Then Gerasimus had a
chance to tell the other monks all about it. At first they
were timid and would not hear of keeping such a dangerous
pet. But when they had all tiptoed down to the kitchen
behind Gerasimus and had seen the big kitten asleep there so
peacefully they were not quite so much afraid.
"I'll tell you what we will do," said the Abbot. "If
Brother Gerasimus can make his friend eat porridge and herbs
like the rest of us we will let him join our number. He
might be very useful,—as well as ornamental,—in
keeping away burglars and mice. But we cannot have any
flesh-eating creature among us. Some of us are too fat and
tempting, I fear," and he glanced at several of the roundest
monks, who shuddered in their tight gowns. But the Abbot
himself was the fattest of them all, and he spoke with
 So it was decided. Gerasimus let the lion sleep a good long
nap, to put him in a fine humor. But when it came time for
supper he mixed a bowl of porridge and milk and filled a big
wooden platter with boiled greens. Then taking one dish in
each hand he went up to the lion and set them in front of
"Leo, Leo, Leo!" he called coaxingly, just as a little
girl would call "Kitty, Kitty, Kitty!" to her pet. The lion
lifted up his head and purred, like a small furnace, for he
recognized his friend's voice. But when he smelled the
dishes of food he sniffed and made a horrid face, wrinkling
up his nose and saying "Ugh!" He did not like the stuff
at all. But Gerasimus patted him on the head and said, "You
had better eat it, Leo; it is all I have myself. Share and
share alike, brother."
The lion looked at him earnestly, and then dipped his nose
into the porridge with a grunt. He ate it all, and found it
not so very bad. So next he tried the greens. They were a
poor dessert, he thought; but since he saw that Gerasimus
wanted him to eat
 them he finished the dish, and then lay down on the hearth
feeling very tired.
Gerasimus was delighted, for he had grown fond of the lion
and wanted to keep him. So he hurried back to the dining
hall and showed the empty dishes to the Abbot. That settled
the lion's fate. Thenceforth he became a member of the
monastery. He ate with the other monks in the great hall,
having his own private trencher and bowl beside Gerasimus.
And he grew to like the mild fare of the good brothers,—at
least he never sought for anything different. He slept
outside the door of his master's cell and guarded the
monastery like a faithful watch-dog. The monks grew fond of
him and petted him so that he lived a happy life on the
hill, with never a wish to go back to the desert with its
HEREVER Gerasimus went the lion went also. Best of all, Leo
enjoyed their daily duty of drawing water from the river.
For that meant a long walk in the open air, and a frolic on
 bank of the Jordan. One day they had gone as usual, Gerasimus,
the lion, and the stupid donkey who was carrying the
filled jar on his back. They were jogging comfortably home,
when a poor man came running out of a tiny hut near the
river, who begged Gerasimus to come with him and try to cure
his sick baby. Of course the good man willingly agreed;
this was one of the errands which he loved
best to do.
"Stay, brother," he commanded Leo, who wanted to go with
him, "stay and watch the foolish donkey." And he went with
the man, feeling sure that the lion would be faithful. Now
Leo meant to do his duty, but it was a hot and sleepy day,
and he was very tired. He lay down beside the donkey and
kept one eye upon him, closing the other one just for a
minute. But this is a dangerous thing to do. Before he
knew it, the other eye began to wink; and the next moment
Leo was sound asleep, snoring with his head on his paws.
Then it was that the silly donkey began to grow restless.
He saw a patch of grass just beyond that looked tempting,
and he moved over to it. Then he saw a
 greener spot beyond that, and then another still farther
beyond that, till he had taken his silly self a long way
off. And just then there came along on his way from Dan to
Beersheba, a thief of a Camel Driver, with a band of horses
and asses. He saw the donkey grazing there with no one
near, and he said to himself,—
"Aha! A fine little donkey. I will add him to my caravan
and no one will be the wiser." And seizing Silly by the
halter, he first cut away the water-jar, and then rode off
with him as fast as he could gallop.
Now the sound of pattering feet wakened Leo. He jumped up
with a roar just in time to see the Camel Driver's face as
he glanced back from the top of the next hill. Leo ran
wildly about sniffing for the donkey; but when he found that
he had really disappeared, he knew the Camel Driver must
have stolen him. He was terribly angry. He stood by the
water-jar and roared and lashed his tail, gnashing his jaws
as he remembered the thief's wicked face.
Now in the midst of his rage out came Gerasimus. He found
Leo roaring and
foam-  ing at the mouth, his red-rimmed eyes looking very fierce.
And the donkey was gone—only the water-jar lay spilling on
the ground. Then Gerasimus made a great mistake. He
thought that poor Leo had grown tired of being a vegetarian,
of living upon porridge and greens, and had tried fresh
donkey-meat for a change.
"Oh, you wicked lion!" he cried, "you have eaten poor
Silly. What shall I do to punish you?" Then Leo roared
louder than ever with shame and sorrow. But he could not
speak to tell how it had happened. The Saint was very sad.
Tears stood in his kind eyes. "You will have to be donkey
now," he said; "you will have to do his part of the work
since he is now a part of you. Come, stand up and let me
fasten the water-jar upon your back." He spoke sternly and
even switched Leo with his olive stick. Leo had never been
treated like this. He was the King of Beasts, and it was
shame for a King to do donkey's work. His eyes flashed, and
he had half a mind to refuse and to run away. Then he
looked at the good man and remembered how he had taken out
that cruel thorn. So
 he hung his head and stood still to be harnessed in the
Slowly and painfully Leo carried the water-jar up the hill.
But worse than all it was to feel that his dear master was
angry with him. Gerasimus told the story to the other
monks, and they were even more angry than he had been, for
they did not love Leo so well. They all agreed that Leo
must be punished; so they treated him exactly as if he were
a mean, silly donkey. They gave him only oats and water to
eat, and made him do all Silly's work. They would no longer
let him sleep outside his master's door, but they tied him
in a lonesome stall in the stable. And now he could not go
to walk with Gerasimus free and happy as the King of Beasts
should be. For he went only in harness, with never a kind
word from his master's lips.
It was a sad time for Leo. He was growing thinner and
thinner. His mane was rough and tangled because he had no
heart to keep it smooth. And there were several white hairs
in his beautiful whiskers. He was fast becoming melancholy;
and the most pitiful beast
 in all the world is a melancholy lion. He had been hoping
that something would happen to show that it was all a
mistake; but it seemed as though the world was against him,
and truth was dead.
It was a sad time for Gerasimus, too; for he still loved
Leo, though he knew the lion must be punished for the
dreadful deed which he was believed to have done. One day
he had to go some distance to a neighboring town to buy
provisions. As usual he took Leo with him to bring back the
burden, but they did not speak all the way. Gerasimus had
done the errands which he had come to do, and was fastening
the baskets on each side of the lion's back. A group of
children were standing around watching the queer sight,—a
lion burdened like a donkey! And they laughed and pointed
their fingers at him, making fun of poor Leo.
But suddenly the lion growled and began to lash his tail,
quivering like a cat ready to spring on a mouse. The
children screamed and ran away, thinking that he was angry
with them for teasing him. But it was not that. A train of
camels was passing at the
 moment, and Leo had seen at their head a mean, wicked face
which he remembered. And as the last of the caravan went
by, Leo caught sight of Silly himself, the missing donkey
of the monastery. At the sound of Leo's growl, Silly
pricked up his ears and stood on his fore legs, which is not
a graceful position for a donkey. Then the Camel Driver
came running up to see what was the matter with his stolen
donkey. But when he came face to face with Leo, whose
yellow eyes were glaring terribly, the thief trembled and
turned pale. For he remembered the dreadful roar which had
followed him that day as he galloped away across the sand
holding Silly's halter. The poor donkey was quivering with
fear, thinking that this time he was surely going to be
eaten piecemeal. But after all this trouble on Silly's
account, the very idea of tasting donkey made Leo sick. He
only wanted to show Gerasimus what a mistake had been made.
All this time Gerasimus had been wondering what the lion's
strange behavior meant. But when he saw Leo seize the
donkey's bridle, he began to suspect the truth. He ran
 up and examined the donkey carefully. Then Leo looked up in
his face and growled softly, as if to say:—
"Here is your old donkey, safe and sound. You see I did n't
eat him after all. That is the real thief," and turning to
the Camel Driver, he showed his teeth and looked so fierce
that the man hid behind a camel, crying, "Take away the lion!
Kill the wicked lion!" But Gerasimus seized Silly by the
"This is my beast," he said, "and I shall lead him home
with me. You stole him, Thief, and my noble lion has found
you out," and he laid his hand tenderly on Leo's head.
is mine, you shall not have him!" cried the Camel Driver,
dodging out from behind the camel, and trying to drag the
donkey away from Gerasimus. But with a dreadful roar, Leo
sprang upon him, and with his great paw knocked him down and
sat upon his stomach.
"Do not hurt him, Leo," said Gerasimus gently. But to the
Camel Driver he was very stern. "Look out, Sir Thief," he
said, "how you steal again the donkey of an honest man.
Even the yellow beasts of the desert know
 better than that, and will make you ashamed. Be thankful
that you escape so easily."
Then he took the baskets from Leo's back and bound them upon
Silly, who was glad to receive them once more from his own
master's hands. For the Camel Driver had been cruel to him
and had often beaten him. So he resolved never again to
stray away as he had done that unlucky time. And when they
were all ready to start, Gerasimus called Leo, and he got up
from the chest of the Camel Driver, where he had been
sitting all this time, washing his face with his paws and
"My poor old Leo!" said Gerasimus, with tears in his
eyes, "I have made you suffer cruelly for a crime of which
you were not guilty. But I will make it up to you."
Then happily the three set out for home, and all the way
Gerasimus kept his arm about the neck of his lion, who
was wild with joy because he and his dear master were
friends once more, and the dreadful mistake was discovered.
They had a joyful reception at the monastery on the hill.
Of course every one was glad
 to see poor Silly again; but best of all it was to know that
their dear old lion was not a wicked murderer. They petted
him and gave him so many good things to eat that he almost
burst with fatness. They made him a soft bed, and all the
monks took turns in scratching his chin for ten minutes at a
time, which was what Leo loved better than anything else in
And so he dwelt happily with the good monks, one of the most
honored brothers of the monastery. Always together he and
Gerasimus lived and slept and ate and took their walks. And
at last after many, many years, they grew old together, and
very tired and sleepy. So one night Gerasimus, who had
become an Abbot, the head of the monastery, lay gently down
to rest, and never woke up in the morning. But the great
lion loved him so that when they laid Saint Gerasimus to
sleep under a beautiful plane-tree in the garden, Leo lay
down upon the mound moaning and grieving, and would not
move. So his faithful heart broke that day, and he, too,
slept forever by his dear master's side.
 But this was not a sad thing that happened. For think how
dreadful the days would have been for Leo without Gerasimus.
And think how sad a life Gerasimus would have spent if Leo
had left him first. Oh, no; it was not sad, but very, very
beautiful that the dear Saint and his friendly beast could
be happy together all the day, and when the long night came
they could sleep together side by side in the garden.