When I went over to my own room I found him waiting,
impassive
as
the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots.
the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots.
Kipling - Poems
"It were a disgrace for me to go to the public scaffold,
therefore I take this way. Be it remembered that the sahib's shirts are
correctly enumerated, and that there is an extra piece of soap in his
washbasin. My child was bewitched, and I slew the wizard. Why should you
seek to slay me? My honor is saved, and--and--I die. "
At the end of an hour he died as they die who are bitten by the little
kariat, and the policeman bore him and the thing under the table-cloth
to their appointed places. They were needed to make clear the
disappearance of Imray.
"This," said Strickland, very calmly, as he climbed into bed, "is called
the nineteenth century. Did you hear what that man said? "
"I heard," I answered. "Imray made a mistake. "
"Simply and solely through not knowing the nature and coincidence of a
little seasonal fever. Bahadur Khan has been with him for four years. "
I shuddered. My own servant had been with me for exactly that length of
time.
When I went over to my own room I found him waiting, impassive as
the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots.
"What has befallen Bahadur Khan? " said I.
"He was bitten by a snake and died; the rest the sahib knows," was the
answer.
"And how much of the matter hast thou known? "
"As much as might be gathered from one coming in the twilight to seek
satisfaction. Gently, sahib. Let me pull off those boots. "
I had just settled to the sleep of exhaustion when I heard Strickland
shouting from his side of the house:
"Tietjens has come back to her room! "
And so she had. The great deer-hound was couched on her own bedstead,
on her own blanket, and in the next room the idle, empty ceiling-cloth
wagged light-heartedly as it flailed on the table.
MOTI GUJ--MUTINEER
ONCE upon a time there was a coffee-planter in India who wished to clear
some forest land for coffee-planting. When he had cut down all the
trees and burned the underwood, the stumps still remained. Dynamite is
expensive and slow fire slow. The happy medium for stump-clearing is the
lord of all beasts, who is the elephant. He will either push the stump
out of the ground with his tusks, if he has any, or drag it out with
ropes.
therefore I take this way. Be it remembered that the sahib's shirts are
correctly enumerated, and that there is an extra piece of soap in his
washbasin. My child was bewitched, and I slew the wizard. Why should you
seek to slay me? My honor is saved, and--and--I die. "
At the end of an hour he died as they die who are bitten by the little
kariat, and the policeman bore him and the thing under the table-cloth
to their appointed places. They were needed to make clear the
disappearance of Imray.
"This," said Strickland, very calmly, as he climbed into bed, "is called
the nineteenth century. Did you hear what that man said? "
"I heard," I answered. "Imray made a mistake. "
"Simply and solely through not knowing the nature and coincidence of a
little seasonal fever. Bahadur Khan has been with him for four years. "
I shuddered. My own servant had been with me for exactly that length of
time.
When I went over to my own room I found him waiting, impassive as
the copper head on a penny, to pull off my boots.
"What has befallen Bahadur Khan? " said I.
"He was bitten by a snake and died; the rest the sahib knows," was the
answer.
"And how much of the matter hast thou known? "
"As much as might be gathered from one coming in the twilight to seek
satisfaction. Gently, sahib. Let me pull off those boots. "
I had just settled to the sleep of exhaustion when I heard Strickland
shouting from his side of the house:
"Tietjens has come back to her room! "
And so she had. The great deer-hound was couched on her own bedstead,
on her own blanket, and in the next room the idle, empty ceiling-cloth
wagged light-heartedly as it flailed on the table.
MOTI GUJ--MUTINEER
ONCE upon a time there was a coffee-planter in India who wished to clear
some forest land for coffee-planting. When he had cut down all the
trees and burned the underwood, the stumps still remained. Dynamite is
expensive and slow fire slow. The happy medium for stump-clearing is the
lord of all beasts, who is the elephant. He will either push the stump
out of the ground with his tusks, if he has any, or drag it out with
ropes.
