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INDIAN
INDIAN TALES
By Rudyard Kipling
NEW YORK
H. M. CALDWELL CO.
Copyright by
L'Envoi 750
"THE FINEST STORY IN THE
WORLD "
*" Or ever
the knightly were
years gone
IF. E. Henley.
"
to his mother.
I
2
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" "
"
love and "
moon with "
June," and devoutly
believed that they had never so been rhymed fore.
be-
you
in at my mother's."
"
I've a notion in head that would make
my
"
Do let me write it out here. It's such a notion!
come forth.
"
It looks such awful rot now," he said, fully.
mourn-
"
And yet it seemed so good when I was
"
thinking about it. Whafs wrong }
"Yes I do "
except when I look at this stuff.
"
Ugh !
"
Read me what you've done," I said.
but, oh so much!
"
Would it be of any use to you } Would you
promptly.
There are few things sweeter in this world
thoughts.
"
Let's make a bargain. I'll give you a fiver
'*
Look at it as a matter of business "
between
little.
hero that
you must have read before somewhere."
"
He was on the lower deck of this ship-thing
that I was telling you about."
"
"
How do know that ?
you
"
It's in the tale. There's a rope running head,
over-
course "
the hero."
"
"
How is he chained ?
"
With an iron band round his waist fixed to
"
I can, but I can't imagine your imagining it."
"
How could it be any other way.? Now you
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so, I
may have read something."
He went shortly afterward to deal with
away
something of it.
with Longfellow.
"
"
Isn't it splendid ? Isn't it superb ? he cried,
after hasty greetings. "
Listen to this "
By gum !
" '
Only those who brave its dangers
"
You certainly seem to have a grip of the sea.
The gigantic
"
Storm-wind of the Equinox.'
think that all the oars in the ship that I was ing
talk-
of ships."
"I don't know. It's as real as anything to
'
loaned me
'
Treasure Island ; and I made up a
bench to bench."
"
Was the ship built so long ago as that?"
"
As what ? I don't know whether it was long
or not. It's only a notion, but sometimes it
ago
little.
y'know."
"
"
Have the ?
you paper on you
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front page."
"I'll attend to those details. Show me what
said.
printed."
"But all you've told me would make a long
book."
"
Make it then. You've only to sit down and
write it out."
notions.?"
"
Not just now. I'm reading all the books I've
at it scornfully.
"What does this mean? H'mm," said he.
"
write extremely corrupt Greek on the part "
illiterate "
ah " person." He read slowly
from the paper, "Pollock, Erckmann, Taiiclniiti,
Henniher" "
four names familiar to me.
"Can
you tell me what the corruption is sup-
posed
to mean "
the gist of the thing .^" I asked.
many "
apology.
J might have been excused for forgetting much.
my
tale sure " so sure that the world would hail it as
phonograph "
drunk on Byron, Shelley, or
"The Finest Story in the World"
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the day.
He talked of the galley "
his own galley had he
"
"
What do you
think of this ? I said one ing,
even-
Answered :
' That was Norway breaking
"
'Neath thy hand, O King.'
He gasped with
pure delight of sound.
"
No, I'm tired. Let's talk. What happened
"
the other night ?
"
"
Well ? Charlie's were alive and alight.
eyes
He was looking at the wall behind
my chair.
"
"
How was that managed }
ropes,
and threv/ things on to our upper deck "
"
It looked just like a banjo-string drawn tight,
and it seemed to stay there for years," said
Charlie.
"
I should he was. He never us
say gave
rock."
galley, didn't he ?
"
But you were all drowned together, Charlie,
weren't you .^''
pages.
"What rot it all is!" he said, frankly, at the
?"
"
Tore the benches and brained 'em. That
up
they howled!"
"
He came from the north; they said
years
working on behalf.
my
Beaches ! "
head to foot.
tale every
inch as good as Othere."
episode of a thousand
years later ? It was a
"
When they heard our bulls bellow the SkrcEl-
"
ings?"
"Never heard of 'em before. They sound like
"
the crowd.
away
because they were frightened at the bellowing of
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"
I looked
up at them through the fog smoke "
"
with the mere right to tell one story, to
"
of existences that had extended over a thousand
was new and that they had lifted the fear of death
a hundred "
two hundred " a thousand
years. I
schoolmates.
"That is
very funny and very foolish," he said,
"And hang up
tiilsi and feast the purohif, and
over you."
"
I shall much like it," said Grish Chunder,
very
unguardedly. "
Once a Hindu " always a Hindu.
"
There is no going on at all. If tell that
you
to speak }"
"
"
Not a ghost of a chance ?
"
How can there be } You are a Christi-an,
shall you all fear death if you all know what your
friend does not know that he knows ? I am
"
money, of course ?
"
No. For the sake of writing the story. On
about a woman."
"The Finest Story in the World"
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Charlie's confidences.
"
I mean no woman has thought about him.
for instance."
more probable.
Grish Chunder grinned.
"
Yes "
also pretty girls "
cousins of his house,
and perhaps not of his house. One kiss that he
"
that he knows."
"
I know that. Or else, if nothing happens he
rot "
bosh. But he would be most good to make
so excited "
'"and pour the ink-pool into his hand.
Eh, what do
you think ? I tell
you that he could
'em."
with:
"
Yes, that may be better, but don't catch
you
what I'm driving at."
and "
What's that .^" I said.
paper
"Oh that's not poetry at all. It's some rot I
Will let us ?
you never go
We fainted with our chins on the oars and did not see
you
The salt made the oar handles like sharkskin our knees
;
were cut to the bone with salt cracks our hair was
stuck to
;
thresh and tie the winds in the belly of the sail. Aho !
up
"
Will let its ?
you never go
"
It depends on yourself. If you had only told
before he married."
haired."
protested.
"No, no, not that ship. That was open, or
to speak.
"Why, 'of course,' Charlie.?" said I.
"
I don't know. Are making fun of ?
"
you me
entries in it.
many
"
There's an enormous amount in you."
"Then, won't let me send an on
you essay
"
Ah, but 1 sha'n't get the credit of that. Tit-
haps,
per-
the story of the fight in the harbor. The
thousand
years hence. The Lords of Life and
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to be made.
"
When the thing's done we'll talk about it. I
"
I've been staring at the fire till I'm dizzy. What
tale."
me.
and Death!
a little parted.
"I've done a poem," he said; and then,
quickly: "
it's the best I've ever done. Read it."
window.
say "
Make
merry ! 'Tis hard on Spring ;
"
Over the soul of one !
"Isn't it "
isn't it wonderful?" he whispered,
pink to the tips of his ears, wrapped in the rosy
think "
it came like a thunderclap."
"Yes. It comes like a thunderclap. Are you
"
I don't care a damn what she says."
At twenty the things for which one does not
years
cheerfully, in a
in the rush of the
more pause
speech.
"
how serious it is!
written.
WITH THE MAIN GUARD
Take a
little to Himmel
prayer
"
Mary, Mother Mercy, fwhat the divil
av pos-
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was terrifying.
' "
The worrst night that iver I remimber. Eyah !
orf in a minute."
go
"Ah don't care. Ah would not care, but ma
new to me.
reproof.
"You!" said Ortheris. "
My Gawd, ji^o^ .' If
"
hot plain.
"
"
Pop ? said Ortheris, wiping his forehead.
off ! "
Mulvaney. "
'Tis no bazar pop."
"'Ow do Hi know wot the Orf'cers drink?"
"
Ye'll have a Disthrict Coort-martial settin' on
"
innocent "
to the four quarters of Heaven.
pop
tired "
tired. There's nobbut watter i' ma bones.
"
Let me die!
Ortheris was.
Talk! He'll answer to your
voice."
said "
Ghuzni 'twas."
"
Silver's Theatre " so 'twas. A gut betune
ats."
"
"
Who was he ? I asked.
"
Captain O'Neil" Old Crook "
Cruikna-bulleen
IVtth the Main Guard 55
on thim by way av We
visitin'-kyards.' hadn't
rowled more than twinty bowlders, an' the
nearer.
"
Ah gotten thot theer, an' you
"
Now first of the foemen of Boh Da Thone
Was Captain O'Neil of the Black Tyrone.
The Ballad of Boh Da Thone.
^.
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"
Ye were there. Fwhat I was thinkin'
man
"
" Mulvaney put his hand on Ortheris's
shoulder "
"saved the life av me. There we
Paythans.
'"Knee to knee!' sings out Crook, wid a
"
'Thank ye, Brother Inner Guard,' sez Crook,
cool as a cucumber widout salt. '
I wanted that
dher him. The man bit the heel off Crook's boot
in his death-bite.
"
It was worse nor that, for they was goin' one
owt, for a mon can bash t' faace wi' thot, an', if
"
Each does ut his own way, like makin' love,"
"
Prisintly he sez: 'Duck, lump, an' I can
"
ye
'
"
Fwhat was ut ye gave the Paythan man for-
"
A man behind me sez beseechful an' in '"
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whisper :"
'
Let me get at thim ! For the Love av
"
'
us as they was.
"
I
gave room to the man, an' he ran forward
in a drame "
except for thim that was dead.
"
Whin 1 room to the Oirishman 1 was
gave
given room for all Hell wid the chill off. When
" '
Fwhat have got there .^' I to the
you sez
Sargint.
"'Wan av Her Majesty's bantams wid his
me.'
a Field orf'cer.
" '
His father howlds mother's cow-feed in
my
Clonmel,' sez the man that was sittin' on him.
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aftherward.'
" '
Good,' sez I; ''tis the likes av him makes
" '
Get back to your comp'ny,' sez he; 'you're
'
insolint!
dhrink first.'
the Sargint.
'
" '
Fwhat's yonder } sez he.
"
'Mutiny, sorr,' sez the Sargint, an' the orf'-
IVith the Main Guard 63
graceful!
"The fork av his hand was black wid the
" '
Come on, Mulvaney,' sez Crook; '
is this a
Coort-martial
"?
'
The two av us wint back gether
to-
anything ?
" *
Where's a bugler ?' sez he.
"
1 wint into the crowd " our men was
ye
limb?' sez I, catchin' him by the scruff.
Crook. '
Blow, child, blow for the honor av the
British Arrmy!'
"That bhoy blew like a typhoon, an' the
that piece."
"
You could ha' heard the Tyrone yellin' a mile
mad "
mad! Crook sits down in the quiet that
bhoy.
"
'Put me undher arrest, sorr, if you will, but,
see!
tould thim that he'd blow the hide off any man
was the first time the Tyrone had iver seen their
had caked the dust, an' the sweat had cut the
'
?
you
"'A comp'ny av Her Majesty's Black Tyrone
an' wan av the Ould Rig'mint,' sez Crook very
'
that Reserve ?
"
'No!' sez Crook, an' the Tyrone laughed.
'
" '
Thin fwhat the divil have ye done ?
" '
Disthroyed ut,' sez Crook, an' he took us on,
'
Fwhat in the name av misfortune does this par-
his betthers.?'
"
Hi do. Toomey, 'e died in 'orspital, next
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West."
"
Norah M'Taggart! Why, Nonie, darlin', fwhat
hard "
crool hard even for us. Fwhat must it be
Wrapped up
in a soldier's cloak."
"
"Though, on my so wl, Nonie, he said, gravely,
"there was not much cloak about Niver
you.
"'Bin to a
bloomin* sing-song, two?"
you
swimming-bath.
"
sorr!
pitiless day.
WEE WILLIE WINKIE
soon as
Wee Willie Winkie was old enough to
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christened "
Coppy," and rose, therefore, in the
be consulted.
"
Coppy," shouted Wee Willie Winkie, ing
rein-
you,
"
No one. My muvver's always kissing me if
groom
marry
If mind is so scandalized at
say. your young
the idea of kissing big girls, go and tell your
father."
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"
What will happen ?" said Wee Willie kle,
Win-
"
I shall get into trouble," said Coppy, playing
his trump card with an appealing look at the
"
Ven I won't," said Wee Willie Winkie,
Coppy."
"I'm not always kissing, old chap. It's only
now and then, and when you're bigger you'll do
boys."
"Ah!" said Wee Willie Winkie, now fully
enlightened. "
It's like ve sputter-brush ?"
vat, know."
you
There was a long pause, broken by Wee lie
Wil-
Winkie.
me.^"
"
It's in a different way," said Coppy. "
You
like."
"
camp-fire" at the bottom of the garden. How
"
the house and veranda " coupled with the drawal
with-
you."
Very early the next morning he climbed on to
forward.
truth, every one had said that there lived the Bad
hush of the dawn that all the big world had been
river.
her over night that she must not ride out by the
Wee Willie Winkie 83
"
I've bwoken awwest!
my
The future Colonel of the 195th sat down and
was moved.
I do.?"
fearfully."
The child sat still for a little time and Miss
"
"
Oh, Winkie! What are you doing ?
" Hush !
"
said Wee Willie Winkie. "
Vere's a
Wee Willie Winkle 85
vey'll come and look for us. Vat's why I let him
go."
Not one man but two or three had appeared
from behind the rocks of the hills, and the heart
after all.
"
"
Who are ? said one of the men.
you
"1 am the Colonel Sahib's son, and order
my
is that at once. You black men are
you go
"
Put our feet into the trap ?" was the laughing
"
reply. "
Hear this boy's speech!
"Say that I sent I, the Colonel's son.
you "
child and the girl, and we can at least ask for the
of the men,
"
and eat afterward."
you
'
firmly, "
And if do us I tell
on "
you carry away,
harm him."
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own
"
wegiment," would not desert him if they
knew of his extremity.
"
He couldn't fall off! S'elp me, 'e couldn't
"
There's sense in Mott yet," said Devlin. "
E
the river-bed.
shots.
"
pukka hero !
no more.
I'm Percival Will'am Wil-
any
I'ams."
HUSSARS
We threw
away
the sword,
"
have seen the best Regiment that ever drev^^
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you so.
a mistake if he tried.
Jew "
a Black jew.
The Colonel was a mean man and a bully. He
repentance "
he was unnaturally sive
submis-
"
and said that, as he had only made the chase
pur-
annoyance to him.
near-fore.
drunk.
"
handled in every possible fashion over
The Rout of the White Hussars
97
strap.
The White Hussars have one great and peculiar
privilege. They won it at Fontenoy, 1 think.
Band played.
The Band struck up as the squadrons filed off to
Horse "
with the jolting, clattering skeleton. Ho-
out.
Band-Sergeant. "
Yes," said the Colonel, "take
a Colonel of Horse.
the scare.
the '
Ghost Hunters '; they will nickname us from
"
dam sight less. They're mocking me, I tell
"
Mutman! They're mocking me!
you,
Once more, the Second-in-Command set self
him-
"
You'd better tuck the men into their cots, then,
and see that they don't wake and in the
up cry
age
had proved himself capable of cutting the
up
whole Regiment, he should return to his post of
unofficially "
Lines. There's a
coffin with it, Sir."
can see
the date on the skeleton. But don't
you
at all.
AT TWENTY-TWO
Narrow as
the womb, deep as
the Pit, and dark as
the heart
^^ WEAVER but
A went out to reap stayed to
Is there in weaver?"
any sense a
pretty wife.
young
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to keep it."
except
on Sundays and Mondays when he was usually
drunk "
he worked in the Twenty-Two shaft of
"
not brass or pewter, but real silver ones "
and
Custom "
stronger even than the Jimahari pany
Com-
years,
should manage these things, and should, also,
work despite his blindness. In Indian mines
where they cut into the solid coal with the pick
and clear it out from floor to ceiling, he could
forty rupees,
Unda was to steal everything that
Babuji so."
says
and draws, and talks and talks and talks, and his
pumps.
But the Tarachunda misbehaved very much deed.
in-
cages.
cage.
"
If we don't want our ribs knocked out, we'd
their basket-women.
we go away ?"
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Far away
down the gallery a small pumping-
to himself.
"
Sit, sit!
"
said Kundoo. "
If we die, we die.
to their feet.
cannot see,
and 1 1 am always seeing," said
you "
"
Again," said Janki,
"
Bullia's Room."
up
you
roof.
come "
we shall be killed! Let us go."
Kundoo crawled through the
gap
and found
"
Do 1 know the pits or do I not.^" chuckled
Manager.
But he need not have troubled; Unda v/ac
"
hundred hands on the place to-morrow! said the
you
them work."
fly.
"That's the end," he groaned. '"Twill take
pension ?"
you
cage
was."
"No "
I was thinking of the Company's props,
"
Sounds better to so but 1 don't lieve
be-
say now;
old fellow."
you,
THE COURTING OF DINAH SHADD
Nobody never
knew.
When git to a
in the case
you man
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khas!"
d'lus."
"
'Ere's a orficer," said Ortheris, significantly.
"When the sergent's done lushin' the privit rnay
clean the pot."
I bundled several things into Mulvaney's sack
haver-
"
liver-wing; and gust on gust of chaff as pointed
as a bayonet and as delicate as a gun-butt.
"The boys are in a good temper," said the
major. "
They'll be singing presently. Well, a
"
their officers with them. The subaltern is
little man."
"
I've bruk the best av my toes over you, ye
"
captured ?
you
"The Army of the South is winning all along
the line," 1 said.
"Then that line's the hangman's rope, savin'
he said, '
Don't fight wid ivry scutt for the pure
"
But what do
you know about Polonius?" 1
"
That's thrue! 'Tis mane whin
you considher
Faith, the beast only gets the colic, an' he's the
lucky man."
The north wind blew coldly, she dropped from that hour.
"
For all we take we must pay, but the price
is cruel high," murmured Mulvaney when the
"
Hear now," said he. "
Ye know what I am
"
Lie down and to sleep," said 1, not being
go
able to comfort or advise. "
You're the best man
first."
takes all the heart out av the steel, an' the next
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clanin'-rod, sorr."
"Before "
before " long before, was that ness
busi-
love, sorr?"
continued "
loved as 1 "
no, not within half a day's march
digested ut "
an' that's more than most men can
Bragin "
she that turned me off as cool as a
dose to swallow.
"
Afther that 1 sickened awhile an' tuk thought
to my reg'mental work; conceiting mesilf 1 wud
'
Sez I to mesilf, '
For the glory av ut! Sez silf
me-
to me,
'
Will that fill these two strong arrums
me.
'
'Tis the same thing,' sez I to mesilf. '
Av
silf to ut.
'
You'll take a av tay wid
prove cup
us?' sez Shadd. '1 will that,' 1 sez, 'tho' tay is
not my divarsion.'
" '
'Twud be better for if ut were,' ould
you sez
'Tis the wife that did ut, boy,' sez he, pointin'
the stem av his pipe to ould Mother Shadd, an'
my
Dinah "
her sleeves
"
bleatin' to boot-heels!
your
"I that's why followed Annie
suppose you
drowsiness.
is that
your daughter?' "
'
I've believed that
way
these eighteen years,' sez ould Shadd, his eyes
yours
I. *
Bekaze you've been thrapesin' round wid the
av
back out av the scullery window. Faith!
my
that was the only time 1 mourned 1 was not a
to-day "
ould Dinah, and niver aught else than
"
'Twas after three weeks standin' ofif an' on,
neck, "
my heart was hung on a hair-thrigger
those days, will onderstand an' 'Out wid
you "
'
'
Dempsey which } sez I, '
ye
unwashed limb av
Satan.' "
'Avthe Bob-tailed Dhragoons,' sez he.
'
He's seen her home from her aunt's house in the
' '
civil lines four times this fortnight. "
'
Child ! sez
I, dhroppin' him, *
tongue's stronger than
your
" '
A word wid Dempsey,' sez I. *
You've
you,
gone.'
'
" '
What's that to ? sez he. '
I'll walk forty
you
sez I. '
For
your own sake,
ground. '
Stand up,' I, '
or I'll kick head
sez your
into
your chest!' and 1 wud ha' done ut too, so
'
the '
An' an' what's that to } she
corners. "
you
sez.
" '
Ask Demsey,' sez I, purtendin' to go away.
"
'Did fight for me then, silly man?'
you ye
she sez, tho' she knew ut all along.
" '
Who else ?' I, an' I tuk wan to the
sez pace
front.
" '
I wasn't worth ut,' sez she, fingerin' in her
apron.
*
' ' '
That's for me to
'
sez I. '
Shall I say ut ?
say,
The Courting of Dinah Shadd
147
"
'Your "
your bloody cheek,' sez she, duckin'
angil.
"
Now a man cud take that two ways. I tuk
sergint "
the Black Curse av Shielygh be on the
square.
I dhrew back, thinkin' av Dinah.
" '
Is ut afraid are girl alone?' sez
you av a
Judy.
"'No,' sez I. 'Why should I be.?'
"
'That rests wid the girl,' sez Judy, dhrawin'
" '
What's necthar }' sez she.
" '
Somethin' very sweet,' sez I; an' for the
a woman.
" '
Go on wid ye, corp'ril,'sez she. '
You're a
flirrt.'
"
'On me sowl I'm not,' sez I.
lookin' crossways.
" '
You know own mind,' sez I.
your
" ' 'Twud be better for me if 1 did not,' she sez.
"
'There's a dale to be said on both sides av
me.
"
'There's no more to be said afther that,' sez
thinking," 1 replied.
"Thankin' for the complimint, sorr, ut
you
"
On to canteen I ran agamst Las-
my way
celles, color-sergeant that was av E Comp'ny, a
'
wid own hand! 'Then that's not the
my "
way
"
I heard Judy callin' me, but I hild straight on
to come by then.'
forgettin'.
"
'Will not step in .?' sez Dinah, pretty and
ye
"
my promust man. 'Tis strange to find him
"
Dinah Shadd niver said word to Judy. '
Ye
you,' sez she, and she ran into her own room,
" '
Judy Sheehy,' sez I, '
if you made a fool av
" '
You lie,' sez ould Mother Sheehy, 'an' may
'
ut choke wnere stand ! She was far
you you
in dhrink.
gone
"
'An' tho' ut choked me where 1 stud I'd not
'
You've lost a woman that would ha' wore her
" '
An' am I shameless ?' sez she, bringin' her
you,
"
1 heard a scufflin' in the room behind, and
" '
The half av that I'll take,' sez she, '
an' more
"
go home an' confess.'
The Courting of Dinah Shadd 1 57
" '
An' you!
'
said ould Mother Sheehy, spinnin'
round forninst Dinah. '
Will ye take the half av
privit's wife
you
shall be to the end, an' evry
cryin', '
and 'tis like I a dale more than I
say
mane.'
" '
When you're able to M^alk, " go,' says ould
"
But Judy dhragged her off cryin' as tho' her
"
Is ut like I'd forget ? Ivry word that wicked
The Courting of Dinah Shadd
j^g
ther "
ris!" ''
Deah boy," "
Cap'n Orth'ris,"
"
You've crumpled my dress-shirt 'orrid," said
bloomin' drawin'-room."
Chorus.
I with at a Burman
up my gun
Chorus.
Ho ! don't you
aim at a Afghan
When you
stand on tUe sky-line clear;
I served my
time for a corp'ral,
Chorus.
An' when I am
laid on the shelf,
Chorus.
Ho ! don't you
'eed what a girl says,
But 1 when I at
was an ass was grass,
shoutin' as
tho' trouble had niver touched him.
"
By the blood a mouse was
mesilf !
av
home, little children crowned with dust, leaping and falling and
stood
one,
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"
Talaam, Tahib" from his side, and ''Salaam,
"
Muhammad Din from mine. Daily on my turn
re-
creation.
7he Story of Muhammad Din 167
English Doctor.
wrapped in a
white cloth, all that was left of
" Though ye
rin wi' speed
I droon twa."
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now "
you can see it under the stars "
and there
"
the bell-bullock of the drove. So great was
ago.
Come to the door and look across. Can you
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sought a
Hindu woman " a widow of the Hindus
scavenger,
There was but little light from the stars, and way
mid-
much water that fights and will not let a man use
grievously "
beasts of the forest and cattle,
manner.
stream "
he the dead and I the living. Lacking
that help I should have sunk: the cold was in my
field "
and, after, the dead man stayed upon a
and "
I was no ghost in those days, though I am
"
Surely, for he has saved the dearest life in the
"
bullocks and horses and men "
and the river
the Sahib, and tell them on the far side that there
an old man.
one.
There are,
in this land, ghosts who take the
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black.
thoroughfares.
Some of the dak-bungalows on the Grand
compound "
witnesses to the "changes and
"
ones "
old houses officiating as galows
dak-bun-
"
where nothing was in its
proper place
and there wasn't even a fowl for dinner. I lived
in the Opposition.
We will call the bungalow Katmal low.
dak-bunga-
But that was the smallest part of the
head on my
arrival. He had served a Sahib once.
composition "
with the old khansamah babbling
behind my chair about dead and gone English
people, and the wind-blown candles playing
shadow-bo-peep with the bed and the mosquito-
curtains. It was just the sort of dinner and
to commit if he lived.
of my door shook. **
That's some one trying to
"
the whir of a billiard ball down the length
of the slates when the striker is stringing for
man "
drunk or sober "
could imagine a game a
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canncn."
disadvantage "
it breeds infinite credulity. If a
there's a
mad girl in the next but one, and the
means of departure.
"
By the khaiisamaJi," I said, "
what were
way,
night?"
"There were no doolies," said the khansainah.
"
Has this place always been a low
dak-bunga-
"
} I asked.
"
No," said the hhansamah. "
Ten or twenty
I have forgotten how long, it was a
years ago,
billiard-room."
"
"
A how much ?
"
Do remember anything about the
you
"
Sahibs ?
short one.
the breeze!
Kadir Baksh.
"
dirty man!
notions of morality.
"
two of them fifty miles
away.
The third
his
corpse.
stayed for the night, while the wind and the rat
story.
Ho, don't
you grieve for
me.
As a time-expired ma-a-an !
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consequinshal man."
all."
furiously.
"Let your beard Mulvaney," said I,
grow,
"and then won't be troubled with those
you
notions. You'll be a real civilian."
beard "
'Twas civilian-like," said
grow. so poor
Dinah, who hated her husband's hankering for
"
Dinah Shadd, you're a dishgrace to an honust,
whiskey."
The whiskey was lent and returned, but Dinah
Terence."
"Let be "
let be," said Mulvaney. "'Tis only
wanst in a I can talk about the ould days."
way
Then to me:
"
Ye Dhrumshticks is well, an'
"
say
his lady tu ? 1 niver knew how 1 liked the grey
''
Dhrumshticks "
was the nickname of the nel
Colo-
"
Now the Divil an' all his angils an' the ment
Firma-
to the sea."
way
"
'Twas on Chuseday week. I was behaderin'
"
'Twas to do honor to the Widdy. I cud ha'
"
Faith, that rest-camp was a sight! The tent-
civilian."
Dinah Shadd.
tachment ? '
"
'There's no orf cer, ye
ould cook,' sez Scrub;
'we're a bloomin' Republic'
"'Are that?' sez 1; 'thin I'm O'Connell
you
the Dictator, an' by this you will larn to kape a
racket.
Home draf.'
"
'Shut your oi to the Rig'lations, sorr,' I sez,
" '
Good,' sez 1; '
there'll be throuble before the
"
'To the next station,' sez he.
" '
Better still,' sez I; '
there'll be big throuble.'
"
'Can't be too hard on a Home draf',' sez he;
'the great thing is to get thim in-ship.'
"'Faith you've larnt the half av lesson,
your
"
'Twas a dear little orf'cer bhoy, an' by way
orf cer that they'd made wade into the slush an'
mint now.'
"
Wid that 1 wint out into the an' inthro-
camp
sober "
an' betune me an' thim we wore the draf
" '
No more we will. Come an' have a dhrink.
laugh.
"
I tould you me orf'cer bhoy had bowils. He
" '
Peg him out, sorr,' sez I, in a whishper.
'
" '
Peg him out! sez me orf'cer bhoy, up loud,
"
I tuk a an' jammed ut into his ugly jaw.
peg
"
'
Bite on that. Peg Barney,' 1 sez; 'the night is
'
cud I hear.
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"
I wint to the ould Color Sargint and I sez: "
'
Let me die in glory,' sez I. '
I've seen a man
this day!'
"
'A man he is,' sez ould Mother; 'the draf's
cantonmint av Gin'rals.'
"
Shadd, warningly.
"So I am " so I am. Is ut likely I wud get
for-
And we
drank.
BY WORD OF MOUTH
A spectre at my door,
Shadow Homes.
"
story as it happened.
Dumoise was our Civil Surgeon at Meridki,
a
round little, sleepy little man. He was a good
as
himself. She was a Miss Hillardyce, daughter
of "
Squash" Hillardyce of the Berars, who ried
mar-
another story.
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anywhere "
least of all in India, where we
to be taken away.
After the death, Dumoise crept into his own
"
hush." So little Dumoise was packed off to
"
I have seen the Memsahib !
hill and stretching out his arms into the dark like
bearer hour.
every
Ram Dass could only that he had met Mrs.
say
Dumoise and that she had lifted her veil and
up
of Meridki.
he could say.
transfer.
with "
"
If I had desired that, I should never have
himself.
death.
AFT
" And a
little child shall lead them."
"
Fore and Aft" does so at the risk of the head
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to the right and the left and sees old soldiers "
shouting: "
"Front-rank, fix bayonets. Steady
there " steady! Sight for three hundred "
no, for
"
five! Lie down, all! Steady! Front-rank, kneel!
says
once more.
against Jakin.
The other drummer-boys hated both lads on
"
1 tell you
I 'id the pipe back o' barricks," said
Jakin, pacifically.
"You're a bloomin' liar," said Lew, without
heat.
"
You're a bloomin' little barstard," said Jakin,
in the knowledge that his ancestry
strong own
was unknown.
front teeth.
"
You might ha' kep' that till 1 wasn't so sore,"
guard.
"
I'll make sorer," said Jakin, genially, and
you
"
Fighting again," said he. "
I'll report to
you
"
**
What's that to you r
said Jakin, with an pleasant
un-
"
Oh! nothing to me. You'll get into trouble,
and you've been up too often to afford that."
"Jes' 'cause
you
find two gentlemen settlin'
mark.
of evidence accumulated.
Sir, an' wanted to get money out o' you. Sir" "
discipline.
"
If either of you come to practice again with
of the Band.
practice.
"'Said I might be a bloomin' Bandmaster, an'
Mess-nights."
"
Ho ! 'Said
you might be a bloomin' batant,
non-com-
say.
When I've put in my boy's service "
it's a
year "
knowin' what I know about the ins an'
"
'S'pose /'m going to be a Bandmaster? Not
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near to."
"
"
not," as he explained to Jakin, "
with
any tention
in-
of "
bein' tangled along 0' petticoats."
But neither love nor virtue would have held
the Regiment ?
The Drums of the Fore and Aft 239
and smoking.
"
It's more than a
bloomin' toss-up they'll leave
"
Yus," said Lew, with an oath. " The Doctor
yer."
Jakin threw out his chest, which Lew smote
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good-looking, too."
to 'im."
B. "
yes, even a K, C. B., for had he not at mand
com-
an organized conspiracy.
The boys halted at twenty yards, walked to
"
he sniffed suspiciously " "you have been ing."
smok-
can Sir."
go.
intently.
"Yes, the Band is going," he said, as gravely
he had been addressing brother
as though a
two ?"
Why ?
"An' "
an' if I don't go. Sir," interrupted Lew,
The Drums of the Fore and Aft 243
if I were you."
The boys saluted and disappeared. The nel
Colo-
of lying.
"Liar yourself, Cris," said Lew, slipping an
you many
'em as " as you dam please," whimpered Cris,
"
It's 'ard, Cris. I grant it's 'ard. But
you
what's a man to do ? If I'd a-stayed at the pot,
De-
with them."
"
They might ha' taken anybody but you,
"
O' course I am, but th' other's more able.
comfort-
"
I've bin in the army for two an' I'm
years
not goin' to get out of a chanst o' seein' service
you "
marry you when I'm a Lance."
"
Promise, Piggy ?"
"
I promise, s'elp me Gawd ! "
said he.
whispered.
"Put o' 'air into it, Cris, an' I'll
some your
"
Which we will," said Lew, looking tenderly
at the ragged and ill-made housewife that Cris
true."
you
swore from dawn till far into the night amid the
"
Hurry up " you're badly wanted at the Front,"
private.
"There's some prisoners in that train yonder.
Go an' look at 'em. They're the aristocracy o'
"
That's the thing to jint ye," said the trooper,
,
feebly.
"
It can take off a man's arm at the shoulder as
"niggers" that the Fore and Aft had ever met " "
^yes.
"
Aft joined their Brigade.
"I hear had a tough time of it coming
you
"
'
I'm afraid we can't spare you just yet. We
The Drums of the Fore and Aft 253
other "
niggers," and the little men in green ted
trot-
General's disposal.
"If they stand, I've a strong notion
as very
"
For all the reserve .?" somebody asked.
"
If we only had a few more men," he said,
time, and the Fore and Aft came out into the
"
real and actual regiments attired in red coats,
and "
of this there was no doubt " firing tini-Henri
Mar-
helmets.
"
"
High and to the left! bawled a Captain till
dull haze.
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told the Fore and Aft that the only way of ing
deal-
and waited.
as madly as they.
Then the rear-ranks were bidden to close up,
the yells and the howls of pain, and had seen the
knives.
"
the time for volleys. Ugh!
Horrified, amused, and indignant, the Gurkhas
commentaries.
"
them! said he.
Wot'll we do.?"
you
jakin's.
"'Old on! I know something better than
thrust the fife into Lew's hand, and the two boys
marched out of the cover of the rock into the
With a tow-row-row-row-rovv-row,
back :
"
open shame.
"
"
Ulu-lu-lu-lu! squealed the Gurkhas, and
"
centre. Running again ?
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of his rifle. The Fore and Aft held their fire till
"
See !
"
wadded coats.
said the Colonel. Yet for the past hour the Fore
business with
proper skill, but they had borne
sullen.
"
"
bally run!
"
But they came again as we all know," cooed
he said: *'
Now they're blooded I can give 'em
of the Brigadier.
heights of Jagai.
THE SENDING OF DANA DA
Amative Proverb.
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"
Is there any one that you love .^" said Dana
man."
wearily, "
and write a letter to Lone Sahib, telling
him, and all who believe with him, that and
you
or direction "
a kitten that ought to have been in
four annas.
kittens of tender
age generally had mother-cats
in attendance.
"
If the Presence will out into the veranda
go
and listen," said the bearer, "he will hear no
authenticity.
They drafted a Round Robin to the man,
English-
the backslider of old days, adjuring him in
Robin "
it came by post "
he was startled and wildered.
be-
Englishman; "
1 am as much in the dark as ever.
he believes it to be a Manifestation, an
in their
programme.
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Mountains "
the Head of all the Creed " ing
explain-
the Manifestation in the most beautiful guage
lan-
kittens, and the next day and all the other days
were kittenless and quiet. The people murmured
had been a
hitch in the Psychic Current which,
happened.
But Dana Da was dying of whiskey and opium
in the Englishman's godown, and had small heart
for honors.
grim smile.
"
Bend low," he whispered. The Englishman
bent.
"
Bimiiia "
Mission school "
expelled box
- " -
name
Dana Da England with American
up "
thought-reading man
and and
" "
you gave me
bearer two-eight a
month for cats "
little, little
discouraged.
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mind," "
so that it runs: "By the subtlety of
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Wall Dad.
political color.
There be other men who, though uneducated,
"
other noises as the license says.
sentence.
no Jews here."
"
But what in the world do all these men do .?"
I asked.
"
They talk. It is like the Athenians " always
hearing and telling some new thing. Ask the
order."
Product "
a Demnition Product. That also I owe
means understand.
her for its possession ; but Lalun said that all the
said:
wickedly "
"1 might be a distinguished member
again.
A head moved on one of the Ramparts "
the
listened intently.
"What is it?" I asked. "
Who is it .^"
fought you
in '46, when he was a warrior-
"
Is he a Wahabi, then ? Why should he swer
an-
Sikh.?" said I.
"
'
illustrious fellow-citizens.'
"
"
everything."
"Do you
remember that you have given me
aye,
having stayed it, you did not make the land one
"
"
I was not born then, Subadar Sahib," said
quarters.
The Subaltern would tell me of these sations
conver-
things."
It happened that To-morrow never came, and
ignorance.
"
"
I fancy it soothes his vanity," said the tern.
Subal-
"
The men are ordered to keep well out of
old wretch."
poor
"I won't have Line men taken off regular
guards in this Put on a couple of Native
way.
Infantry."
"
Sikhs .^" said the Subaltern, lifting his brows.
eye-
years, and
many Subalterns are promoted to taincies.
Cap-
than before.
it not ? "
who were amusing and not fools. All
you
He pointed with the pipe-mouth to Lalun.
"
Lalun is nothing but Lalun," I said, and that
"
I might wear an English coat and trouser. I
moment "
"
the Sahib shall be our Vizier "
thine
trouble."
the plain.
On the City Wall "^ij
pmce-nei.
"
It is only half-past eight." The company
saying '
Ya Hasan, Ya Hussain,' twenty thousand
tinsel sides.
stopped.
"Go on! In the name of the Sirkar, go ward!"
for-
"
not only in the Gully of the Horsemen, but in
"
They know we haven't enough Police to hold
""
It is a lucky thing that they are fighting with
"
sain ! plunged into the thick of the fight where
not catch.
glared.
"One service more, Sahib, since thou hast
'"
it is very nice to be thou-ed by Lalun "
"
take
old "
to the Kumharsen Gate.^ There I think he
friend "
therefore 1 ask this."
"
the iron bangle of the Sikhs "
but I had no
mightily.
"We'll keep 'em on the run till dawn," said
"
Petitt. "
Who's
your villainous friend }
to me! "
moaned companion. "How
my many
I
"
I cannot stand." He dropped in the shadow
late."
"
home.
stave.
escaped.
But later on I received full enlightenment; and
paid.
"Great is the
mercy of these fools of lish!"
Eng-
said Khem Singh when the situation v/as
"
1 have come back. Captain Sahib," said Khem
Singh. "
Put no more guards over me. It is no
"It was
well done, Sahib," said he, "and
"
sand "
For me "
for me "
"
While a short " ten-three
Has a
field to squander or fence to face !
"
Song of the G, R.
of
THERE are more ways running a norse lo
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larrikin; a
"
brumby," with as much breed as the
But if
you have no conscience and no sentiments,
and good hands, and some knowledge of pace,
and ten years' experience of horses, and several
a gatepost "
tough as a telegraph-wire "
and the
very
fairish country-bred, a long, racking high
mare with the temper of a fiend, and the paces
masonry "
with wings as strong as Church tresses.
but-
of small-arm fire.
waited.
mercy,
dead; but he put out his feet and slid along for
fifteen thousand.
Rivals,
out to me!
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tools outside."
another voice.
"
No," was the answer.
"
Lie down. I won't
nuisance.
"
I'm goin' to lay for a shot at that man," said
"
But 1 suppose 1 will have to come wid
you.
Fwhere's Jock.^"
"Gone out with the Mixed Pickles, 'cause 'e
road-making.
"You've got to sweat to-day," said Ortheris,
genially. "
We're going to get man. You
your
didn't knock 'im out last night by any chance,
any of you.?"
"No. The pig went mocking us. I
away
had one shot at him," said a private. "
He's my
Quick!"
Ortheris ran his sight to six hundred yards
up
and fired. The bullet threw feather of dust
up a
lovely afternoon."
"
One o' them damned gardeners o' th'
"
him. Look at ma tunic!
On Greenhoiv Hill 347
all."
"
Happen there was a lass tewed up wi' it.
happened."
"An' fwhat has happened, ye lumberin' child
tell o' Greenhow Hill, but yon bit o' bare stuff if
rooves,
and pewits cryin', an' a hover
wind-
"
" as I
On Greenhow Hill
351
'
Oa! '
I an' 1 shet eyes, for I felt ashamed
sez ; my
o' '
Father's gone to his work these
mysen.
heads."
as theirsens. '
What's ta bin agaate on naa ? '
he
sings out.
'
Brekkin' tha thick head?' An' he
"
But whin was a young man, high or low, the
vaney.
"
Sure, folly's the only safe
way to dom,
wis-
sing "
aw, she were always singin' "
that fetches
where Jesse and she led the singin', th' old man
"
But there was a black drop in it all, an' it
"
Ay, Ortheris, laugh, but didn't
you may you
know preacher Barraclough a little white-
yon "
"
vaney.
"
An', furthermore, 1 misdoubt you
why I
say ut takes a strong man to deal with the
"
Wot's the use o' worritin' 'bout these things ?"
Jock.?"
"There was one thing they boggled at, and
almost shut th' gate i' face for, and that were
my
dog Blast, th' only one saved out o' a litter o'
my
good dog, wi' spots o' black and pink on his face,
of half a mile.
On Greenhow Hill
357
mustn't fight."
Sympathetic grunts from Mulvaney.
"So what wi' singin', practicin', and class-
moon."
later "
the wimmen."
"
' "
That's just where yo're said Learoyd,
wrong,
"
1 was th' first wi' 'Liza, an' yo'd think that were
"
Fwhy is ut ?" said Mulvaney, bringing down
They cheat an' they swindle an' they lie an' they
slander, an' fifty things fifty times worse; but the
"
Plucky lot of fightin' good fights of whatser-
an oath.
soothingly.
"Worse nor that. The Forders were drunk.
the bare hill opposite, "but this sort o' talk put it
i'
my
head. They was so good, th' chapel folk,
that they tumbled ower t'other side. But 1 stuck
Jesse.
"
Yo' see, I was not 0' much account wi' 'em
her.
On Greenhow Hill 363
" '
She'll be better i' noo, lad "
better i' noo,' he
and Blast was a deal together i' them days, and i'
two along th' drift, and leave him wi' his candle
or me "
for 'Liza Roantree. Why, isn't thee
" '
I've often thought as thou ought to know,*
"
Yo' see, I was a young chap i' them days,
and had seen naught o' life, let alone death, as is
on Greenhow Hill.
"
1 tried, and 1 tried hard, to stick to th' chapel,
but 'tweren't th' same thing at after. I hadn't
mysen.
"
Blast and me moped a good deal, and happen
we didn't behave ourselves over well, for they
dropped us and wondered however they'd come
hat.
thee.'
"
But I begged and prayed of him to let me see
"
Her eyes were all alive wi' light, and her hair
to see thee i' thy red coat, John, for thou was
my very none
else.'
ever since."
"
See that beggar ? Got 'im."
. . .
vaney.
"
Happen there lass tewed wi*
away. was a up
And alone.
And alone.
Judge Thou
"
Fj'om the Unptiblis/ied Papers of Mcintosh Jellaludin.
who for
Thou whom 1 long for, longest
me?
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"
1 "
I'm a bit screwed, but a dip in Loggerhead
will put me right again; and, 1 have
say, you
be, he falls
very low from a respectable point of
poor establishment."
"
"
an Oxford Man ! This accounted for the erence
ref-
"
You," said Mcintosh, slowly, "
have not had
my
excellent tobacco painfully ignorant of
your "
many things."
We were sitting together on the edge of his
jerks.
"There are ways
and
ways of cleaning ovars.
sam-
in cookery."
He the woman's head he sDoke. and
patted as
To be Filed for Reference 377
at.
my
mean," I said.
you
"I was drunk "
drunk.
filtliiiy I who am the
or is it not?"
with his hair over his eyes and his lips blue-white,
that I did not think the insensibility good enough.
"
For pity's sake, don't that! I tell you, it
say
"
Have you so many, then, Mcintosh ?"
"
Certainly; your attempts at sarcasm which is
drinking "
which reminds me that before
degradation."
He stopped here, and crawled across the room
life "
"
which was a fact. As an Oxford Man, he
down.
"
Then he told his wife to fetch out "The Book
To be Filed for Reference 38 1
stirred it up lovingly.
"This," he said, "is my work "
the Book of
"
In despite the weaknesses of cation,
edu-
many your
have been good to me. I will speak
you
famous."
"
"
My only baby! said Mcintosh, with a smile.
had been.
most wonderful
person. He thought the former.
out.
turin.
mv case.
THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING
" Brother to a
Prince and fellow to a beggar if he be found
worthy."
army,
must go
and hunt it for myself.
The beginning of everything was in a railway
385
386 Indian Tales
any way.
any days ?
"
Well and good," said he. "
You'll be ing
chang-
at Marwar Junction to get into Jodhpore ritory
ter-
"
"
Have ever tried that trick?" I asked.
you
own."
what 1 want."
to trouble."
"
Thank you," said he, simply, "and when v^ill
"
*hen ?
Indian Tales
390
that out myself and I'm the only man that v/ould
message ?
sleep.
If the man with the beard had given me a
and "
1 want a hundred lady's cards printed
say: "
394 Indian Tales
death, etc."
say : "
' '
Good gracious ! Why can't the paper be
appreciated."
It was in that season, and a remarkably evil
chill "
you have no idea how ccld is 84" on the
him.
night can be, and the loo, the red-hot wind from
shrieked aloud.
said: "
"So it is!" And they both laughed
almost as loudly as the machinery roared, and
other.
"
Let me talk now, Dan. We have been all over
"
But that is provided against in the Contrack,'^
said Carnehan. "Neither Women nor Liqu-or,
Daniel."
Dy-nasty."
"You'll be cut to pieces before you're fifty
miles across the Border," I said. "You have to
"
"
Are at all in earnest } I said.
you
"
Up to Jagdallak, Peachey and me know
map,
thousand "
it will be cold work there, but it don't
Ashang. H'mm!"
forth.
{One) That me and you will settle this matter
Daniel Dravot.
are "
we are loafers, Dan, until we get out of
India "
and do you
think that we would sign a
nine o'clock."
"
Be sure to come down to the Serai to-morrow,"
shrieks of laughter.
"The priest is mad," said a horse-dealer to me.
"
He is going to Kabul to sell toys to the Amir.
up
The Man Who Would be King 405
"
The witless are under the protection of God,"
stammered a flat-cheeked Usbeg in broken Hindi.
"
Would they could have foretold that avan
car-
my
would have been cut by the Shinwaris
up
almost within shadow of the Pass!" grunted the
camels shall not gall, the sons shall not fall sick,
and the wives shall remain faithful while they
are away, of the men who give me place in their
horses.
trader. "
My camels therewith. Do thou also
go
King of Kafiristan."
another.
"
Heaven help if are caught with
you you
every
"
Have you got everything want ? "
I asked,
you
cautiously. "
It's the last time we'll shake hands
awful death.
notice.
he whimpered. "
For the Lord's sake, give me a
drink! "
light.
I looked at him intently. Once before had I
"
whiskey. "
What can I do for ?
you
you
my feelings accordingly.
"It's true," said Carnehan, with a dry cackle,
nursing his feet, which were wrapped in rags.
that?"
way
Of course I remember. Keep looking at or
me,
Carnehan.
dinners, and
. . .
what did they do then .?
eyes
he smiled foolishly.
"You went as far as Jagdallak with that
took off all his clothes and mine too, and said we
slowly. "
What did and Daniel Dravot do
you
when the camels could go no further because of
you
'
you "
all right. I'm in the know too, and all these old
'
Now what is the trouble between two lages?'
vil-
you
and the people points to a woman, as
of turf from both sides o' the line. Then all the
The Man Who Would be King 417
and fire and idols and such, and Dravot leads the
'
That's just the beginning,' says Dravot. '
They
think we're Gods.' He and Carnehan picks out
'
from coat and '
Occupy till I come:
rag my says,
he be by land or by sea."
you a
letter up yonder.^"
"The letter ?" Oh .'"The letter! Keep ing
look-
quiet.
"One morning 1 heard the devil's own noise
barrel.
" '
Peachey,' says Dravot, 'we don't want to
'
at Bashkai "
Billy Fish we called him afterward,
days. '
Shake hands with him,' Dravot, and
says
1 shook hands and nearly dropped, for Billy Fish
"
'It's against all the law,' I 'holding
says, a
"
I was fair run off legs, but I wasn't such
my
and so on.
"
The most amazing miracle was at Lodge next
that the girls had made for him, the priest fetches
'
Warden "
and we opens the Lodge in most ample
form. It was a amazing miracle! The priests
moved in Lodge through the first two degrees
almost without telling, as if the memory was
" '
In another six months,' Dravot, '
we'll
says
hold another Communication and see how you
Dravot. '
Tell off tenth man of tribes
every your
for a Frontier guard, and send two hundred at a
'
Nation of or I'll die in the making!
you,
"
I can't tell all we did for the next six months
"
But Dravot never showed me disrespect fore
be-
'
*"
I won't make a Nation, he. '
I'll make
says
know of "
to help us govern a bit. There's
snow.'
"
'It isn't that,' says Daniel, putting his hand
you
helped.'
"'Go to your blasted priests, then!' I said,
and I was sorry when 1 made that remark, but it
told me.
his crown.
wife.'
I says. '
We've both got all the work we can,
'"
'The Contrack only lasted till such time as
pay.
Then she turned up at Dadur Junction in
'
the running-shed!
"'We've done with that,' says Dravot.
"
'For the last time o' asking, Dan, do not,' I
'
It'll only bring us harm. The Bible say!,
says.
" '
For tlie last time of answering 1 will,' said
ground.
"
'Billy Fish,' says 1 to the Chief of Bashkai,
'
what's the difficulty here .^ A straight answer
me to undeceive them.
"
I wished then that we had explained about
Dan, '
I don't want to interfere with toms,
cus-
your
eyes,
"'What is Fish,?' I to the Bashkai
up, says
splendid to behold,
" '
I can't rightly say,' he; '
but if can
says you
induce the King to drop all this nonsense about
a great service,'
you.'
"'That may be,' says Billy Fish, 'and yet I
should be
sorry if it was.' He sinks his head
" '
For the last time, drop it, Dan,' says I, in a
whisper. '
Billy Fish here that there will be
says
a row.'
'
wife too. Where's the girl } he, with a
says
"
'Come back! Come away!
'
Billy Fish.
says
The Man 14^ ho Would be King 437
'
Ruin and Mutiny is the matter. We'll break for
Bashkai if we can.'
"
My own notion is that Dan began to go mad
" '
I'm Dan,' says I, 'but there's no counting
ac-
sorry,
for natives. This business is our Fifty-
Seven. Maybe we'll make something out of it
'* '
Let's get to Bashkai, then,' says Dan, 'and,
'
the valley so there isn't a bug in a blanket left!
"
'There's no hope o' getting clear,' said Billy
Fish. '
The priests will have sent runners to the
villages to say
that you are only men. Why
didn't stick on as Gods till things was more
you
settled.!^ I'm a dead man,' says Billy Fish, and
to to his Gods.
pray
"Next morning we was in a cruel bad country
"
all
up
and down, no level ground at ail, and no
country.
"
'We're done for,' says he. 'They are lishmen,
Eng-
these people, "
and it's my blasted sense
non-
" '
I'm ii Chief,' says Billy Fish, quite quiet. '
I
word but ran off, and Dan and Me and Billy Fish
"
awful cold. I've got that cold in the back of
"
"
What happened after that }
he. '
Brought out of happy life
says you your
to be killed in Kafiristan, where was late
you
Peachey. '
Fully and freely do 1 forgive you,
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beside.
"
But do know what they did to Peachey
you
between two pine trees.? They crucified him,
poor
harm that hadn't done them any. ."
any "
. .
minutes.
on to my table "
the dried, withered head
"
old Daniel that was a monarch once!
"
Let me take the whiskey, and give me a
away
little money," he gasped. "1 was a King once.
"
war.
left:
"
He was
admitted suffering from sunstroke.
Superintendent. "
Is it true that he was half an
"
hour bareheaded in the sun at midday ?
"
Yes," said I, "
but do happen to know if
you
he died?"
SORROWS
If I can
attain Heaven for a pice, why should be envious?
you
in a
hundred times, and be none the wiser. We
446
The Gate of the Hundred Sorrows
^j
his nephew has got all that now; and the old
each month.
and
many a night through. I used to ulate
reg-
many
all torn and dirty, like the mats, and old Fung-
Tching is dead. He died a couple of years ago,
as the "
Hundred Sorrows," all the same. The
anything.
One of these days, 1 hope, 1 shall die in the
MULVANEY
Be reverent, remember
men,
This is a
Gottes haus.
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northern India.
natural "
that's all."
write.
Delhi.
on wather "
an' jungle- wather too .^"
"
dirt.
"
Peacockses .^" queried Ortheris from the safe
bench.
understood "
and again "
what might these things
superior mind.
"
Followin' fools' scheme 1 wint out into
your
the thrackless desert beyond the barricks. An'
"
You long, lazy, black-haired swine," drawled
'
Dhirt I am,' I, 'an' the dhryest that iver
sez you
riffle.' "
'A fwhat?' sez I. 'Riffle,' sez he.
'
You take ticket. He take You get
money.
nothin'.' "
'Oho!' sez I, 'that's fwhat the shu-
sivun fut high, four fut wide, an' three fut thick,
'Yes,' av course.
Thin he wud deduct
man sez,
red man.
'
Here ut is,' sez the coolie, an' he
sez the red man. 'No,' sez the coolie; 'I'd like
ciously
gra-
red man saw me, an' his face grew blue on his
'
Fwhat's that to you ?
'
a ticket "
or he gives 'em the go "
wanst a month
"
wanst a month !
"
Dom t' coolies. Has't gotten t' cheer, man ?"
said Learoyd.
"Hould on. Havin' onearthed this amazin'
"
1 thought wud see the reasonableness av
ye
ut," said Mulvaney. "1 make bould to say as
sez 1, '
this day, but subsequintly. Mister Dearsley,
shin" "
'twas the kyart man that tould me "
"
'There is,' sez I, 'an' a good fight. Ye
tell
you, 'twill be big fightin' " whipped, wid the
very "
"
Fwhatever ut is, we must have ut. 'Tis the
me."
gave
Curragh."
"
Who's goin' to do t' fightin' ?" said Learoyd,
and Ortheris subsided. The three returned to
"
We were at work. Three men in red coats
property.
"I'm askin' you to warehouse ut," said vaney
Mul-
Queen "
God bless her! "
does not reckon for a
dishpose av ut."
of anything.
"Get into ut, av coorse, and keep wan eye
stopped.
The Incarnation of Krishna Mulvaney 479
'E's gone an' 'ired six men to carry 'im, an' I 'ad
windy."
"Yes," said I, "but where?"
"
brave.
here "
drunk as Davy's sow on a frosty night "
now."
evening.
Three days passed " a fourth and a fifth. The
"
When Mulvaney goes the road," said he,
up
"
'e's like to go a very long ways up, specially
when 'e's so blue drunk as 'e is now. But what
"
some stupendous devilment that we shall
gang."
"For all that, I wish we had a few more of
Tyrone then."
"
I wish he were back," said the colonel; "
for
"
could not take us out of ourselves.
wasn't so downheart."
av a thrain!"
'
But who'll us .^' sez another. 'The ranee's
Maha-
pay
'
them "
an' we grated an' bumped like Queens-
town potato-smacks in a runnin' tide. I cud
a Maharanee."
ay, their little bare feet were better than the white
foot was,
stood the livin' spit an' image o'
my
was."
vaney.
"
The blaze was gone in a wink, but the whole
"
Wot did toot?" demanded Ortheris the
you
practical.
"
"
Me .? Oh! Mulvaney suiting the
sprang up,
action to the word, and sliding gravely in front
light. "I
sang "
"
Only say
way, ye "
their heads.
you
talk sense,' I sez.
'
Fwhat'll
you give me
"
"
An' 'e give it you for love } said Ortheris.
day."
"
How on earth did ?" I said,
you manage
" Mulvaney
yawned portentously. "Now I will an' give
go
"
recruits are in, and "
"
Not a word more, sorr. Is ut excuses the old
we
could hear the refrain "
As we
marchin' along, boys, oh !
go
'*
We'll keep our spirits goin' with a song, boys!
was
smoothed over, so
that he could, next day,
bwead "
'cause I will be hungwy in ve night "
500
His Majesty the King 501
nursery cupboard.
At the door of the nursery his authority stopped.
Beyond lay the empire of his father and mother
very
waste His Majesty the King. His voice
upon
"'
dufiar-room "; to the other the great, reflected
"
wilderness of the "
Memsahib's room where the
sway.
From Miss Biddums he had picked his ple
sim-
up
quarters.
To Miss Biddum he confided with equal trust
?
ways
wife "
the savage contempt for a woman's pidity
stu-
had ever spoken to, and almost the only one that
her doll.
wear."
"
I didn't know." The face of His Majesty the
King fell.
"
Will it do as well } "
stammered His Majesty
the King.
"As what, little one?"
His Majesty the King 507
"As ve wiban?"
"
Oh, quite. Go and look at yourself in the
glass."
The words were spoken in all sincerity and to
"
"
Toby ! What do you mean ? "
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5o8
"
IVhat blue riband, childie ?"
"
Ve same vat Patsie had " ve big blue wiban
"
w-w-wound t-ttummy !
my
can help."
"Isn't anyfing," sniffed His Majesty, ful
mind-
"
I only fought vat petted Patsie
you "
you
'cause she had ve blue wiban, and "
and if I'd
forehead.
seer-rod. "
Tum along, Toby! Zere's a chu-
chu-chii."
King.
"Their souls aren't in their tummies at that
"
treat' Patsie!
"Mother Bunch."
departed.
Presently, the pattern of the dado ceased to terest
in-
same as cart."
"
my
His Majesty the King was arguing against his
nursery.
"When Mamma asks I will tell," was the salve
had died
away.
cross.
as he sat.
in my head."
"
The sin of the "'parkle cwown was ten
forgot-
in the acuteness of the discomfort to which
go away "
every one except the huge man in
dums?"
go
an' get ve dooly-box!"
Miss Biddums obediently stooped to the lowest
words.
"
Vat is ve 'parkle cwown," he said, and wept
bitterly; for now that he had made restitution he
him.
"
It concerns you too," said a voice at the head
"
And drifted as far apart as that !
you
I think it makes us quits now, doesn't it? Oh,
corner
of his mouth with his hand. "Vat's
my
ROWBIE JUKES
Alive or
dead there is no other Native Proverb.
"
way. "
519
520 Indian Tales
gangs, and my
work demanded sufficient tion
atten-
to so unmanly a weakness.
hog-spear.
The delirium of fever and the excitement of
what follows.
me to.
way
back to terra firma by turning sharply to
head.
preamble:
"There are only two kinds of men, Sar. The
least of an equal.
"
"
You will not "
he had dropped the Sir pletely
com-
round me "
for 1 dared not face the death of a
I think of it now.
"
Now I will give something to eat,"
you
said he.
orders."
.
my friend."
and buried."
observations."
giving in marriage."
Gunga Dass has been educated at a Mission
my agony
consideration "
videlicet my boots "
he would
comes "
if it ever does."
very "
I propose?"
Yes, we were a Republic indeed! A Republic
of wild beasts penned at the bottom of a pit, to
die, and as all these men and women and the one
"
he lay protesting.
"
I believe
you
robbed him of everything he
"
How long was the Sahib here }
"
him ? What is Your Worship going to do ?
stirring.
"Go inside, Gunga Dass," said I, "and fetch
it out."
548 Indian Tales
howled aloud.
"
make me do this thing!
"
Brahmin or no Brahmin, by my soul and my
my eyes.
man:
broken.
"B.K."
" "
Mon " (rest illegible) "
"
ham "
"
nt."
"Jack."
6. Handle of small-sized hunting-knife.
550 Indian Tales
gun "
the gun that fitted the brown cartridges.
He had never attempted to in the face of
escape
the rifle-fire from the boat.
return it."
"
Got what ? Return what ? "
I asked.
"
That which you have in your hands. It will
it."
"
What on earth are raving about ? What
you
is it you want me to give ?"
you
"
The piece of in the notebook. It
paper
will help us both. Oh, fool! You fool!
you
Can not see what it will do for ? We
you us
shall escape!
"
fingers.
"See now! It was the length of his
gun-
barrels without the stock. I have those barrels.
*'
But if knew all this why didn't
t you you get
out before.?"
Brahmin."
the quicksand.
When 1 recovered consciousness, the Moon
my
attended to collies. As soon as he had attracted
my
sum which I still think far too little for the ices
serv-
corpse
of the man
in the olive-green hunting-
suit.
IN THE HOUSE OF SUDDHOO
carved
is two-storied, four windows
558
In the House of Suddhoo
559
wits "
outlived nearly everything except his ness
fond-
own affair.
56o Indian Tales
story begins.
Suddhoo's cousin's son told me, one evening,
that Suddhoo wanted to see me; that he was too
the stars.
the seal-cutter.
you
cried.
revived.
voice.
"
"
lip-Hp-lapping against the side of the basin,
and speaking. It told Suddhoo, on his face again
whining, of his son's illness and of the state of
biuiao, or "make-up."
I explained as much as I knew of the ter's
seal-cut-
"
devil and a she-ass, the seal-cutter!
senseless."
old mouth.
a
veiled woman somewhere near Bareilly "
lost
House of Suddhoo.
BLACK JACK
Came
company,
Robert Buchanan,
571
572 Indian Tales
Mulvaney.
Ortheris spat into the ditch and shook his head.
tramp of There
an army. were twenty paces
crescendo, a pause, and then twenty dimmuendo.
I asked.
' '
What did Mulvaney say .? He's not the make
lins. 'E'll 'ave 'is 'ead broke in one o' these days.
'E's too big a bloomin' liar for ord'nary tion.
consump-
'
Three hours' can an' kit,' sez the Colonel;
'
not for bein' dirty on p'rade, but for 'avin' said
fresh copped."
Muliins, a very young and
very much married
that ""
"
I didn't mean to arx money o' you, any'ow,"
said Ortheris; "I'd 'a' sold you the dorg good
an' cheap, but "
but "
I know Mulvaney'll want
"
Goin' to walk 'im orf wen 'e comes out "
bloomin' boat."
"
I'm an ould fool," said Mulvaney, reflectively,
"
dhraggin' you two out here bekaze I was un-
"
As well 'ere as anywhere else."
Learoyd held
up a rupee and an eight-anna bit,
to the pontoon.
"
Might 'a' know'd you'd "a' got
"
Easy with them there bottles. They're worth
a while.
whispered to Ortheris.
a fool."
"
You not checked for fwhat did not
were you
aloud. "
You be warned so. Look yonder! ""
that?"
"
There's no fool like an ould fool. You know
the head."
time, I
say it now. He was a Divil " a long,
bould, black-haired Divil."
"
"
Which way ? asked Ortheris.
"Women."
"
Not more than in reason, if you mane me, ye
"
The Tyrone recruited fashion in the
was any
where "
but the large av thim was Oirish "
Black
wan wanst.
'
Fwhat has made
ye this partic'lar on a sud-
'
dint ?
" '
Has he not put his spite on the roomful av
"
'That's thrue,' sez I.
" 'Will
ye not help us to do aught,' sez other
an-
'
'
big bould man like ?
" a you
" '
1 will break his head his shoulthers av
upon
he hand me,' I. '
I will give him the
puts on sez
" '
Blood-dhrawn 1
may be,' sez I, gettin' back
"' '
Houligan,' 1 sez to a man in E Comp'ny
that by av bein' a frind av mine; '
I'm
was way
overtuk from the belt down. Do you give me
Houligan "
he's dead now, but good he was
guard-room '
fwhat is the blame that this
gong:
young
For 'twas Tim Vulmea that shpoke.
"
I turned on belly an' crawled through the
my
view.
"
'Fwhat's that?' sez wan man, jumpin' up.
" '
A dog,' Vulmea. *
You're a nice hand
says
a young wan.
" '
Thank
ye for that,' thinks I. '
Now, fwhat
av jealousy "
I was pershuaded av that "
an' ut
'
fistes fit to use! Oh the sneakin' hounds!
"
The big dhrops ran down face, for I was
my
Black Jack 587
" '
'Tis all well,' sez wan av thim, 'but who's
'
to do this shootin' ?
" '
He will so,' sez the man, 'but whose hand
'
is put to the trigger "
in the room ?
"
'Who'll do ut?' sez Vulmea, lookin' round,
but divil a man answeared. They began to dish-
oath, '
an' the Black Curse av Shielygh come to
" '
Black Jack is the masther,' sez Kiss, dealin'.
suddin death.
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"
Wanst Kiss dealt an' there was no sign, but
'
Have not lost him ?' sez Vulmea, wipin' the
ye
"
fwhat will I do .?'
thinks 1 to mesilf whin mea
Vul-
wint away.
"
Presintly the Arm'rer Sargint comes in stiffin'
" '
Fwhat tailor-men do they give me to work
small shivreens.'
" '
Fwhat's wid Hogan, Sargint?' I.
wrong sez
"
'Wrong! 'sez the Arm'rer Sargint; 'I showed
"'This way, ye
blundherin' man, an' don't
he.
little 1 cared!
"
At dusk they came back, the twelve av thim,
about ? '
a
hand as stiddy as a rest. 'Fwhat damned
for.'
"
Vulmea sat rockin' his head in his hand
up
" '
Be done!' sez O'Hara, dhraggin' him up by
the hair. '
You're none so dead that cannot
you
mesilf.'
"
'That's quare,' sez O'Hara, '
for the front av
"
for attempted murdher an' kapin' rifle
your on-
"'Why, 'tis
my rifle!' sez I, comin' up to
" *
Lave me alone,' sez Vulmea; '
I'm dyin'i
'
" '
Now fwhat will I do ?' sez O'Hara, ing
swing-
the veranda light in his hand an' lookin' down
an' 1 have now, dead tho' he is, but, for all that,
'
" '
Fwhat will I do .^ sez O'Hara agin, an' we
able to walk.
the flure.
"
'You're not worth ut,' sez he. '
Light that
" '
Fwhat d'you think he will do ? '
sez wan av
" '
You're a good sodger, tho' you're a damned
" '
Fair words, Sargint,' sez I, '
or I be solint
in-
may
again.'
" '
'Tis not like you,' sez he, 'to lave
your rifle
"
'That's thrue,' sez he, pulling his moustache;
*
but I do not believe that for all your lip,
you,
" '
Sargint,' sez 1, '
I cud hammer the life out
to see! "
'you're a good man,' he sez, 'an' 1 cud
'
worth ut .?
" '
Ye're a bould man,' sez he, breathin' harrd.
mine.'
go
"
We had no further spache thin or afther, but,
among
the Comp'nies, for they was not a good
breed to live together, an' the Comp'ny orf'cers
O."
night.
THE TAKING OF LUNGTUNGPEN
So we
loosed a
bloomin' volley,
Ho ! My !
surpassing innocinse av
the child."
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bhoys "
the raw bhoys "
that don't know fwhat
misremimbered.
"
Prisintly, I learn that, acrost the river, about
nine miles was a town just dhrippin' wid
away,
dahs, an' bohs an' arrows, an' dacoits, and phints,
ele-
'
an' jingles. '
Good I sez 1; '
this office
"
'
Faith!' thinks I, '
we'd betther dig our graves
'
wid the kits an' the rifles on it. The night was
"
That shtrame was miles woide! Orth'ris, on
'
" *
Now we've done it! sez Lift'nint Brazenose.
'
'
Where the Divil is Lungtungpen } There was
hers.' "
'Go on!' yells Brazenose, whippin' his
sword out. *
Go on an' take the town! An' the
'
Lord have mercy on our sowls!
hurt us.
"
Evenshually, the thing, whatever ut was,
they tuk us, all white an' wet, for a new breed
as Vanus.
over my
carkiss thin. Orth'ris didn't pathrol.
He sez only, '
Portsmith Barricks an' the 'Ard av
ways
wid laughin'.
"Whin we was all dhressed, we counted the
dead "
sivinty-foive dacoits besides wounded*
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pretty as picturs.
"Whin I was inviladed for the dysent'ry to
the makin's in
you av a great man; but, av you'll
let an ould sodger spake, you're too fond of the-
'
the men! Thin 1 wint downshtrame in the flat
orficer.
young
"
Here's pipe, sorr. Shmoke her tinderly
your
"
Evening Hymn,
helpful.
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Literature.
so tormented as I.
my
misfortune "
to sail from Gravesend to Bombay,
on return from long leave, with one Agnes
Keith-Wessington, wife of an officer on the
may "
to us both.
intermingled "
my courtship of little
"
I was then in perfect health, enjoying a
sickly woman.
"
"What.^ Where .^ she asked. "I can't see
them anywhere."
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"
There!"
mere Bridge.
"Jack! Jack, darling!" (There was no take
mis-
my ear.) "
It's some hideous mistake, I'm sure.
again."
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on her breast.
"
"
Not a soul in sight! Come along, Jack, and I'll
"
"
"
It's all a mistake, a hideous mistake!
grey
the wind brought me a mocking echo of the
brothers "
died of cholera on the way to Hard-
"
Mad as a hatter, poor devil "
or drunk. Max,
that evening.
A few sentences convinced me that he was peating
re-
with fish.
my
In the fulness of time that dinner came to an
gratitude.
My instinct had not deceived me. It lay in
"
I Pansay, what the deuce was the ter
mat-
say,
with you this evening on the Elysium road ?"
"
"That! said I, pointing to It.
"
That may be either D. T. or Eyes for aught I
I've ever laid tongue to," said he, "but I'll for-
give
oath.
cum-^ra.\n-ctim-EyQ illusion
. . .
Lord, ha'
by now.
'
There are more things in heaven and
"
Don't think ! did this because I like vou. I
"
"not a rupee please. Go out and see if
you
can find the eyes-brain-and-stomach business
Jakko.
Never had I felt so well, so overladen with
boisterousness. "
Why, Jack! she cried at last,
doing ?"
as I.
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time being.
"Yes, there is a mistake somewhere," I peated,
re-
It."
The
syces, impassive as Orientals always are,
up.
"
Doctor," I said, pointing to face, "here's
my
as soon as convenient."
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began. "
Don't be a fool," I whispered. "I've
home."
"
Here's Miss Kitty has sent back your letters.
and I'll tell 'em it's fits. All Simla knows about
"
alone and happy }
much pitied.
"And that's rather more than deserve," he
you
phenomenon."
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an excuse.
Simla "
at Simla! Everyday, ordinary Simla. 1
was real.
shadows "
that divided for Mrs, Wessington's
'rickshaw to pass through. What we said ing
dur-
""
indeed, 1 dare not "
tell. Heatherlegh's ment
com-
shadows.
among
If I were to describe all the incidents of the
May up to to-day.
The of the 'rickshaw filled me by
presence
successor "
to speak more accurately, my sors
succes-
"
with amused interest. She was as much
soul to its
poor grave.
life completed. It is a
thousand times more
will never
believe what I have written here. Yet
woman was
killed by rnan,
I killed Mrs. Wes-
LIKENESS
twilight fashion.
original remark
gave Hannasyde something to
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herself "
in the soul of her "
there was not the
sort disappointed.
Open and obvious devotion from any sort of
past "
she had traveled nearly all over the world,
that it did.
of Simla.
"
It was like making love to a ghost," said nasyde
Han-
thought: "
He adored Alice Chisane, at least he
"
"On second thoughts au revoir, Mr. nasyde.
Han-
meet in Town."
may you
"
well, shadowed by a
twisted pipal tree and
of neat-handed dog-stealers.
Never again will the long lazy evenings return
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Ortheris "
landed at last in the "little stuff
"
bird-shop for which your soul longed; Learoyd
"
back again in the smoky, stone-ribbed North,
amid the clang of the Bradford looms; Mul-
Trap!
Christian."
"
watchin' us.
"
Oh my! she sings out; "there's
okkord.
gurt fuss ovver t' dog an' I has a bottle o' aale,
"
"Oh, Mister Soldier, please coom again and
tired o' admirin' him. But when t' awd lass took
"Nay," 1, "
it's none o' t' blunderin' York-
says
him."
"
Who said she would }" says Mulvaney ;
"
it's
not buyin' him I mane, but for the sake o' this
"
do in life. I'll stale him!
my
"
Well, mum," I says, "
I never thowt to coom
ye a poor woman
brass "
as was agreed upon.
"Oh! "
t' awd lass; "thebeautee! How
says
melted it "
we melted it. It was share an' share
bein' pretty far north, did nut see it i' t' saame
steead o' t' one 'at got lost so reg'lar, an' was lost
OFFICE
That is false to
now me,
And I loss
ever moan my ;
Tarrant Moss.
"
like their work, and that they are the real pivots
"
Do know what would happen if I added
you
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Think of that!"
understanding.
the who that he knows
Nowadays, man says
the ravel of the inter-tribal complications across
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the rest sit near and talk till the ripe decorations
begin to fall.
now.
to play with.
sake.
it."
smashed, "
I am not exaggerating " by this one
his "
Wajahs," a compiling, gazetteering, report-
writing hack, who would have been dear at three
trunks, as long as
the hght lasted, and offered
drearily "
Then to me "
to that end."
There was flags an' banners wavin' high, an' dhress and shtyle
were shown,
John Malone.
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Progress.
Tale provoked tale, and each tale more beer.
t' hair, an' he was abed for t' matter o' a month,'"
down "
and flourished his heels in the air.
"
"
'Twas the livin' trut'! answered Mulvaney,
stretching out a huge arm and catching Ortheris
"
Give her back to me, sorr!
firm.
am now ?"
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"'
Mer "
ria! You don't mean it?" said Or-
theris.
over,
"
Whin I was Corp'ril I wud not ha' changed
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a few, cud
open the door to Annie Bragin.
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be seen.
'
You're too good for Bragin, my love,'
"
I was always hangin' about there whin I was
"
I had seen the stripes though I cud niver get
as my belt; '
Yiaweyou seen him too ?'
"
I turned on heel an' wint swearin'
my away,
not ?
" '
I'm all that,' sez I, an' my anger wint away
Annie ?'
" '
Fwhat nonsinse is this?' sez she, dhrawin'
"
Did not just now that I was flesh and
ye say
blood?' sez I. 'I have not changed since,' I
eyes sparkild.
"'Sure, 'tis only human nature,' sez I, an' I
"
'A woman,' sez I; 'the prettiest in barricks.'
mints!'
Science.
comin' again.'
"
She pointed to the veranda, an' by the Hoight
av Impart'nince, the Corp'ril man was comin' out
av Bragin's quarters.
" '
He's done that these five evenin's past,' sez
'
Annie Bragin. '
Oh. fwhat will 1 do!
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fightin' mad.
"
Kape way from a man that has been a thrifle
him ready.
"
He niver lifted his head, but sez, all mournful
" '
My troth,' sez I, *
you've lived too long "
you
an'
your seekin's an' findin's in a dacint married
'
"
'That'll do your business,' sez I, but it nearly
did mine instid. 1 bodyweight behind
put my
the blow, but I hit nothing at all, an' near put my
prayin her for the love av me, an' the love av her
betune her an' this Corp'ril man that had lost the
duty.
"'That's bad hearin',' I sez, an' I knew that
gint?' sez I.
"why.'
"
'I'm willin',' I sez; 'but my stripes are none
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'
"
'Will ye hear reason?' sez 1, whin his first
"
'Not whoile I can see,' sez he, Wid that I
"
'Will hear reason now, brave man?'
you ye
sez I.
"
'Not whoile I can speak,' sez he, staggerin'
up blind as a stump. 1 was loath to do ut, but I
hurt you.'
" '
Not whoile I can stand,' he mumbles out av
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him "
blind, dumb, an' sick, an' jammed the jaw
straight.
" '
You're an ould fool, Mister Bragin,' sez I.
sez I.
" '
I for none av oaths,' sez he.
care your
"
'Come back to quarters,' sez 1, 'an' if
your
don't believe the livin", begad, you shall
you
listen to the dead,' 1 sez.
"
1 hoisted him an' tuk him back to his quarters.
'Mrs. Bragin,' sez I, '
here's a man that you can
whimpers.
" '
Have I so .?
'
sez I. '
By the look on Mrs.
av a woman.
Tyrone.'
"'Who was he?' I sez,
'
for he has given me
politeness to a
man's wife again. Good-night to
soul, me
havin' discommoded him by shticking
fist into his systim."
my
calmly; "
Annie Bragin niver cared for For
me.
An' we
marched into Y^z-btil, an' we tuk the Balar 'Issar
in B Company of a
Line Regiment,
and personal friends of mine. Collectively I
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it."
ye
"Ah said," said Learoyd, "gie us t' brass.
"Sometimes," I said.
' '
A bloomin' Bismarck ! Hi made the 'ole show
pay."
"This interferin' bit av a Benira man," said
Mulvaney, "
did the thrick for us himself; for, on
b'roosh?' '
B'roosh ?' Learoyd. 'There's
"
says
'
rupee for ye ?
speak t' bat, an' he's a little mon. Drive t' hekka
rupee
Then Mulvaney and Ortheris spoke together in
"*
He was a knowin' little divil was Bhuldoo, "
'e
dhriver "
'00 cum up to us an' 'e sez, sez 'e, 'That
"
'
Bhuldoo be shot!'
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sez we.
'
Tis a woild dissolute Pathan frum the
rupee!
'
Thin we heard the %x)hop-whop-whop sly
"
" Well ? What came next ? said I.
"
Fwhat nex'?" answered Mulvaney, wiping
his mouth. "
Wud let three bould sodger-
ye
Benira Thrigg!"
Here Ortheris, slowly, with immense pride "
smile, "
have dhrawn the par-ti-cu-lar at-
ris, my son."
p'rades av Thursdays."
"Good, ma son!" said Learoyd; "but, young
Bobs Bahadur."
nor unexpected.
do so again.
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704
One day, the man " Trejago his name was "
"
of "
The Love Song of Har Dyal which begins:
If my
feet fail me, O Heart of
my Heart, am I to blam*,
Alas ! alas ! Can the Moon tell the Lotus of her love when
the Gate of Heaven is shut and the clouds gather for the rains ?
They have taken Beloved, and driven her with the pack-
my
There are iron chains on the feet that were set on heart.
my
then "
"A widow "
dhak flower and ^/^//sj, "
at
o'clock."
was true.
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in consequence.
A week later, Bisesa taxed Trejago with the
one hand.
simply "
man."
nearly healed.
house. It on to courtyard
may open a common
Bisesa "
back again. He has lost her in the City
unknowable as
the and the grating that
grave;
right leg.
THE GOD FROM THE MACHINE
carriage. As I came
I heard him saying
up "
"
Praise be a
danst doesn't come as often as
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714 .
theris. "
But wot makes curse rations ?
you your
"
Goose liver is ut .? "
said Mulvaney. "
Faith,
"
That was when 'e wanted for to wash 'isself
"
that manes a av evil!
power
"Never mind the nefariousness," I said.
"
Whose reputation did save ?"
you
"More's the pity, 'twasn't my own, but I tuk
is thracked by a place."
"Eyah!" said Ortheris, lazily, "but this is a
"
Wanst a time, as the childer-books
upon say,
I was a recruity."
"Was you though?" said Ortheris; "now
"
that's extryordinary !
heave you."
"I'm mum," said Ortheris. "Wot 'appened
"
when you was a recruitv ?
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"
I betther recruity than iver or
was a you was
son.
child."
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scornful grunt;
"
bekaze I'm turned durin' the
my eyes
eye
'
'
'
My cock av a Gosport dunghill "
'twas from
theatricals "
orf'cers an' orf'cers' ladies. You've
seen the likes time an' again, sorr, an' poor fun
'tis for them that sit in the back row an' stamp
wid their boots for the honor av the rig'mint. I
"
on: "
'
av the manewvers ? sez he, or wurrds to that
"
A powerful bad thing is a ayah. Don't you
niver have
any thruck wid wan. Thin he began
sootherin' her, an' ail the orf'cers an' orf'cers'
wint."
Ortheris.
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"
So I made plan campaign. The
my av
up
" '
Bote acchy* she; so I knew she was in
says
the business, an' I piled all the sweet talk I'd
up
I ran to the kyart an' tuk out all the kit an' piled
it into the carr'ge, the sweat runnin' down
my
face in dhrops. 'Go home,' sez I, to the sais ;
"
'Miss Sahib,' sez I ; 'going to the station.?
"
I laid to an' dhruv like steam to the Colonel's
the Capt'n havin' come for the kit an' gone to the
station.
"
'Take out the luggage, you divil,' sez I, 'or
began to howl.
" '
You black lump av dirt,' I sez, 'is this the
Station.
lather av rage.
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" '
He sez his name's Jungi, sorr,' sez I.
"
I thought, afther a while, he wud kill the
back to barricks."
know was
that there was no e-vasion, an' that
REGIMENT
Jain 'Ardin'
r
Jain 'Ardin' ?
for it "
puttin' everybody out." That was what
roses
in her hair. Wherefore I fled from
table.
"
So you've been dancin' with little Jhansi Mc-
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The Daughter of the Regiment 729
"
D'ye mane to you've niver heard av Ould
say
Pummeloe's daughter? An' thinkin' you
you
know things! I'm wid ye
in a minut whin me
poipe's lit."
"
Whin Mrs. Mulvaney, that is, was Miss Shadd
matther "
I was a Corp'ril wanst. In thim times,
my
woman "
God rock her sowl to rest in glory! "
had another.
on hand.
"
Five children in fourteen months.
gone
Twas harrd, wasn't ut ?
"
So we wint up to our new station in that
may
the curse av Saint Lawrence
"
telegrapt-clerk "
an' he only bekaze he was held
"
Sez the Commandin' Orficer whose name I
misremember, '
Take the women over to that
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camp "
'twas like a battlefield wid all the glory
missin' "
at the hid av the rigimint av women.
" '
McKenna, me man!' she sez, wid a voice
"
up an' down wid the wather an' fwhat brandy
there was.
she was thryin' to put heart into the men an' kape
thim stiddy; and little Jhansi was tellin' thim all
buried her.
you "
ziid a proper appreciashin av Jhansi Kenna
Mc-
"
I've belted into ivry recruity av the p'ny
Com-
is now
in glory, av don't give
you me your
'
And I did.
days.
THE MADNESS OF PRIVATE
ORTHERIS
Why,
Somewheres anigh chum.
my
fever picked up
in Burma. They sent me an vitation
in-
Me.
av your comp'ny."
Ortheris came to the rescue with "
"Well, 'e
'im. We ain't a
file o' Dooks. We're bloomin'
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Tommies, ye
cantankris Hirishman; an' 'eres your
"
good 'ealth!
very
We shot all the forenoon, and killed two
"
Tott'nim Court Road, an' a gal I fancied there.
"
"
I'm a Tommy " a bloomin', eight-anna, dog-
The Madness of Private Ortheris 739
Stan' at "
hease ; 'Shun. 'Verse "
harms. Right
an'lef "
tarrn. Slow "
march. 'A\i" front. Rest
beer."
the bhoy."
Indeed, Mulvaney seemed needlessly anxious;
but I knew that he looked after Ortheris in a
fatherly way.
"
Let me talk, let me talk," said Ortheris,
dreamily. "D'you stop your parrit screamin' of
denunciation "
* '
school-misthress ! Pink toes !
How much Bass wid the label did that ravin' child
dhrink.?"
to me "
himself through."
Ortheris began singing a parody of "The rod
Ram-
an' '
I'm goin' to Bombay. Answer for me
say,
him "
an' so we'll both come on the books for
in
my
mind day an' night."
This the in much less pleasant light,
put case a
'Ome "
go 'Ome "
go 'Ome! No, I ain't mammy-
fool!"
"
What's the use of grousing there, and ing
speak-
against The Widow }"
to do ? said he.
"
the bank here!
believe in a
"
civilian," but, when he does, he lieves
be-
the plume-grass.
"I've bruk his head," said Mulvaney, earnestly,
"time an' agin. I've nearly kilt him wid the
belt, sn' yet 1 can't knock thim fits out av his soft
as quickly as possible.
The of his "greyback" shirt and the
rasp own
whin
you was a dhirty little, fish-backed little,
Stanley Orth'ris!"
vaney,
kind whatever.
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