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Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed— Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made— His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid of disown— He travels the fastest who travels alone. <strong>Soldiers</strong> <strong>Three</strong> 174 DRAY WARA YOW DEE For jealousy is the rage of a man: therefore he will not spare in the day of vengeance. —Prov. vi. 34. ALMONDS AND RAISINS, SAHIB? Grapes from Kabul? Or a pony of the rarest if the Sahib will only come with me. He is thirteen three, Sahib, plays polo, goes in a cart, carries a lady and—Holy Kurshed and the Blessed Imams, it is the Sahib himself! My heart is made fat and my eye glad. May you never be tired! As is cold water in the Tirah, so is the sight of a friend in a far place. And what do you in this accursed land? South of Delhi, Sahib, you know the saying—’Rats are the men and trulls the women.’ It was an order? Ahoo! An order is an order till one is strong enough to disobey. O my brother, O my friend, we have met in an auspicious hour! Is all well in the heart and the body and the house? In a lucky day have we two come together again. I am to go with you? Your favour is great. Will there be picket-room in the compound? I have three horses and the
undles and the horse-boy. Moreover, remember that the police here hold me a horse-thief. What do these Lowland bastards know of horse-thieves? Do you remember that time in Peshawur when Kamal hammered on the gates of Jumrud—mountebank that he was—and lifted the Colonel’s horses all in one night? Kamal is dead now, but his nephew has taken up the matter, and there will be more horses amissing if the Khaiber Levies do not look to it. The Peace of God and the favour of His Prophet be upon this house and all that is in it! Shafizullah, rope the mottled mare under the tree and draw water. The horses can stand in the sun, but double the felts over the loins. Nay, my friend, do not trouble to look them over. They are to sell to the Officer fools who know so many tilings of the horse. The mare is heavy in foal; the gray is a devil unlicked; and the dun—but you know the trick of the peg. When they are sold I go back to Pubbi, or, it may be, the Valley of Peshawur. O friend of my heart, it is good to see you again. I have been bowing and lying all day to the Officer-Sahibs in respect to those horses; and my mouth is dry for straight talk. Auggrh! Before a meal tobacco is good. Do not join me, for Rudyard Kipling 175 we are not in our own country. Sit in the veranda and I will spread my cloth here. But first I will drink. In the name of God returning thanks, thrice! This is sweet water, indeed— sweet as the water of Sheoran when it comes from the snows. They are all well and pleased in the North—Khoda Baksh and the others. Yar Khan has come down with the horses from Kurdistan—six and thirty head only, and a full half pack-ponies—and has said openly in the Kashmir Serai that you English should send guns and blow the Amir into Hell. There are fifteen rolls now on the Kabul road; and at Dakka, when he thought he was clear, Yar Khan was stripped of all his Balkh stallions by the Governor! This is a great injustice, and Yar Khan is hot with rage. And of the others: Mahbub Ali is still at Pubbi, writing God knows what. Tugluq Khan is in jail for the business of the Kohat Police Post. Faiz Beg came down from Ismail-ki-Dhera with a Bokhariot belt for thee, my brother, at the closing of the year, but none knew whither thou hadst gone: there was no news left behind. The Cousins have taken a new run near Pakpattan to breed mules for the Government carts, and there is a story in Bazar of a priest. Oho! Such a salt tale! Listen—
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Soldiers Three The Story of the Gad
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Contents THE GOD FROM THE MACHINE .
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‘Goose liver,’ I said, climbing
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she, poor innocint, lookin’ at hi
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must understand that afther this Sw
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‘Whin all was in the house again,
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who was travelling for pleasure.
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new man-of-war’s boat to pick up
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addled his brass i’ jute, an’ h
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Soa I tells Mulvaney an’ Ortheris
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all Rip’s markin’s on t’ back
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contractor said that if Mulvaney co
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’Twas on Chuseday week. I was beh
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‘“Thin take ut off again,” se
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me an’ thim we wore the draf’ o
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THE WRECK OF THE VISIGOTH [Footnote
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was the thought that we were close
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talk of fighting seems to wake up a
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her to cantonmint society. She had
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‘Then you know something that som
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‘“Not whoile I can stand,” he
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WITH THE MAIN GUARD Der jungere Uhl
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live; an’ Ah divn’t see thot th
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up his arms, and from the right arm
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down flat. Best for you ‘e did.
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dishgraceful!” ‘The fork av his
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fightin’ on him.’ ‘The what,
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North, East, South, and West.’
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of the day, a certain amount of nag
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cage, and lowered the cage into the
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packets of ammunition and ran into
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parade-ground, a rifle under him. S
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BLACK JACK To the wake av Tim O’H
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dorg, Sir. ‘S trewth I would!’
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Mulvaney raised his head, and stare
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‘But to reshume. My room—’twa
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pass the wurrd to the room an’ we
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new to the rig’mint in those days
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‘“Fwhat is ut!” sez O’Hara,
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widout the breech-pin, for widout t
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Small mirth was in the making. Now
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MISS D. You look pink. What has hap
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MISS T. (Crimson with confusion.) O
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VOICE FROM THE UNKNOWN. Tchk! Tchk!
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MISS T. They’re beautifully shiny
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MISS T. Good gracious! So I have! G
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THE WORLD WITHOUT Certain people of
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MACKESY. The Threegan girl’s enga
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MACKESY. Ask the Committee. CURTISS
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ask a woman to share my life out he
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JERVOISE. Eh? What’s that? What
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CURTISS. She may be now. Two months
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ner partner and settling hock glass
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MRS. H. I wonder if you mean that.
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MRS. H. (With a shudder.) Thank you
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know yourself. You have been everyt
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CAPT. G. (Critically.) He doesn’t
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CAPT. G. If you can trust me in not
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CAPT. G. No! For Goodness’ sake,
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CAPT. M. (Aside) Nerves gone to fid
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CAPT. M. Poor old Gaddy! I’ve see
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Page 125 and 126: General kissing, in which CAPT. G.
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Page 131 and 132: MRS. G. How long? CAPT. G. A hundre
Page 133 and 134: MRS. G. As far as you remember! Do
Page 135 and 136: MRS. G. Not so very much, am I? CAP
Page 137 and 138: CAPT. G. (Knocking the ashes out of
Page 139 and 140: Ne’er mind. ‘Keep the bit only,
Page 141 and 142: CAPT. G. Good gracious, child, don
Page 143 and 144: CAPT. G. My poor darling! I never t
Page 145 and 146: MRS. G. Oh, nothing—and you’ve
Page 147 and 148: MRS. G. Why will you always treat m
Page 149 and 150: MRS. G. (Still reading letter.) She
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Page 153 and 154: DOCTOR. (Savagely.) Hsh, you little
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Page 157 and 158: CAPT. G. Never looked prettier in y
Page 159 and 160: CAPT. G. Won’t it tire you? Bette
Page 161 and 162: JUNIOR CHAPLAIN. (Who is not in the
Page 163 and 164: GADSBY JUNIOR, aged ten months, cra
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Page 169 and 170: G. Isn’t it lovely? Isn’t it ro
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Page 183 and 184: THE JUDGMENT OF DUNGARA See the pal
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Page 191 and 192: AT HOWLI THANA His own shoe, his ow
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Page 205 and 206: ing it down in crashing avalanches
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Page 209 and 210: But Janki still stumbled and crept
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Page 215 and 216: ten feet of water therein. It will
Page 217 and 218: After that news, I swam always with
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Page 223 and 224: tin box of opium pills. He told bet
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with its eyes barely opened and its
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into his ulster-pocket and finds a
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Some were white and some were tabby
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sand rupees in charity to the poor.
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and even break the great idol calle
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my losing, I cannot help hating a J
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of Infantry. In its prime it held t
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ack to him and, with it, the old ha
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garded in this light. But he forgot
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He turned down a side-street and le
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ear, with more heat than blank unbe
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hope that they might be allowed to
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Gate is new. Who pulled down the st
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So, at his own time, Khem Singh kno
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