RESCUE IN THE DESERT

  THERE was a disciple of the Blessed One, full of energy and zeal for

the truth, who, living under a vow to complete a meditation in

solitude, flagged in a moment of weakness. He said to himself: "The

Teacher said there are several kinds of men; I must belong to the

lowest class and fear that in this birth there will be neither path

nor fruit for me. What is the use of a hermit's life if I cannot by

constant endeavor attain the insight of meditation to which I have

devoted myself?" And he left the solitude and returned to the

Jetavana.

  When the brethren saw him they said to him: "Thou hast done wrong, O

brother, after taking a vow, to give up the attempt of carrying it

out"; and they took him to the Master. When the Blessed One saw them

he said: "I see, O mendicants, that you have brought this brother here

against his will. What has he done?"

  "Lord, this brother, having taken the vows of sanctifying a faith,

has abandoned the endeavor to accomplish the aim of a member of the

order, and has come back to us." Then the Teacher said to him: Is it

true that thou hast given up trying?"

  "It is true, O Blessed One I was the reply.

  The Master said: "This present life of thine is a time of grace.

If thou fail now to reach the happy state thou wilt have to suffer

remorse in future existences. How is it, brother, that thou hast

proved so irresolute? Why, in former states of existence thou wert

full of determination. By thy energy alone the men and bullocks of

five hundred wagons obtained water in the sandy desert, and were

saved. How is it that thou now givest up?" By these few words that

brother was re-established in his resolution. But the others

besought the Blessed One, saying: "Lord! Tell us how this was."

  "Listen, then, O mendicants!" said the Blessed One; and having

thus excited their attention, he made manifest a thing concealed by

change of birth. Once upon a time, when Brahmadatta was reigning in

Kasi, the Bodhisattva was born in a merchant's family; and when he

grew up, he went about trafficking with five hundred carts. One day he

arrived at a sandy desert many leagues across. The sand in that desert

was so fine that when taken in the closed fist it could not be kept in

the hand. After the sun had risen it became as hot as a mass of

burning embers, so that no man could walk on it. Those, therefore, who

had to travel over it took wood, and water, and oil, and rice in their

carts, and traveled during the night. And at daybreak they formed an

encampment and spread an awning over it, and, taking their meals

early, they passed the day lying in the shade. At sunset they

supped, and when the ground had become cool they yoked their oxen

and went on. The traveling was like a voyage over the sea: a

desert-pilot had to be chosen, and he brought the caravan safe to

the other side by his knowledge of the stars.

  "Thus the merchant of our story crossed the desert. And when he

had passed over fifty-nine leagues he thought, "Now, in one more night

we shall get out of the sand, and after supper he directed the

wagons to be yoked, and so set out. The pilot had cushions arranged on

the foremost cart and lay down, looking at the stars and directing the

men where to drive. But worn out by want of rest during the long

march, he fell asleep, and did not perceive that the oxen had turned

round and taken the same road by which they had come. The oxen went on

the whole night through. Towards dawn the pilot woke up, and,

observing the stars, called out: "Stop the wagons, stop the wagons!"

The day broke just as they stopped and were drawing up the carts in

a line. Then the men cried out: "Why, this is the very encampment we

left yesterday! We have but little wood left and our water is all

gone! We are lost!" And unyoking the oxen and spreading the canopy

over their heads, they lay down in despondency, each one under his

wagon.

  But the Bodhisattva said to himself, "If I lose heart, all these

will perish, and walked about while the morning was yet cool. On

seeing a tuft of kusa-grass, he thought: "This could have grown only

by soaking up some water which must be beneath it." And he made them

bring a spade and dig in that spot. And they dug sixty cubits deep.

And when they had got thus far, the spade of the diggers struck on a

rock; and as soon as it struck, they all gave up in despair. But the

Bodhisattva thought, "There must be water under that rock," and

descending into the well he got upon the stone, and stooping down

applied his ear to it and tested the sound of it. He heard the sound

of water gurgling beneath, and when he got out he called his page. "My

lad, if thou givest up now, we shall all be lost. Do not lose heart.

Take this iron hammer, and go down into the pit, and give the rock a

good blow."

  The lad obeyed, and though they all stood by in despair, he went

down full of determination and struck at the stone. The rock split

in two and fell below, so that it no longer blocked the stream, and

water rose till its depth from the bottom to the brim of the well

was equal to the height of a palm-tree. And they all drank of the

water, and bathed in it. Then they cooked rice and ate it, and fed

their oxen with it. And when the sun set, they put a flag in the well,

and went to the place appointed. There they sold their merchandise

at a good profit and returned to their home, and when they died they

passed away according to their deeds. And the Bodhisattva gave gifts

and did other virtuous acts, and he also passed away according to

his deeds.

  After the Teacher had told the story he formed the connection by

saying in conclusion, "The caravan the Bodhisattva, the future Buddha;

the page who at that time despaired not, but broke the stone, and gave

water to the multitude, was this brother without perseverance; and the

other men were attendants on the Buddha."