a hoard should always be made; but not too great a hoard. a jackal, through the fault of hoarding too much, was killed by a bow.

a certain huntsman, by name bhirava, being fond of flesh, once upon a time went to hunt in the forests of the vindhya mountains and having killed a deer, as he was carrying him away, he chanced to see a wild boar of a formidable appearance. so, laying the deer upon the ground, he wounded the boar with an arrow; but, upon his approaching him, the horrid animal set up a roar dreadful as the thunder of the clouds, and wounding the huntsman in the groin, he fell like a tree cut off by the axe. at the same time, a serpent, of that species which is called ajagara, pressed by hunger and wandering about, rose up and bit the boar, who instantly fell helpless upon him, and remained upon the spot. for:

the body having encountered some efficient cause, water, fire, poison, the sword, hunger, sickness, or a fall from an eminence, is forsaken by the vital spirits.

in the meantime, a jackal, by name deergharava, prowling about in search of prey, discovered the deer, the huntsman, and the boar; and having observed them, he said to himself: "here is a fine feast prepared for me; with their flesh i shall have food to eat. the man will last me for a whole month, and the deer and the boar for two more; then the serpent will serve me a day; and let me taste the bow-string too. but, in the first place, let me try that which is the least savoury. suppose, then, i eat this catgut line which is fastened to the bow": saying so, he drew near to eat it; but the instant he had bit the line in two, he was torn asunder by the spring of the bow; and he was reduced to the state of the five elements. i say, therefore, "a hoard should always be made; but not too great a hoard."