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arms of the Collector’s wife, and Justus had covered his face with his hands. ‘Girardenia heterophylla!’ repeated Gallio. ‘Krenk, why didn’t you tell me? I could have saved you this. Woven fire! Anybody but a naked Kol would have known it, and, if I’m a judge of their ways, you’ll never get them back.’ He looked across the river to where the converts were still wallowing and wailing in the shallows, and the laughter died out of his eyes, for he saw that the Tubingen Mission to the Buria Kol was dead. Never again, though they hung mournfully round the deserted school for three months, could Lotta or Justus coax back even the most promising of their flock. No! The end of conversion was the fire of the Bad Place—fire that ran through the limbs and gnawed into the bones. Who dare a second time tempt the anger of Dungara? Let the little man and his wife go elsewhere. The Buria Kol would have none of them. An unofficial message to Athon Daze that if a hair of their heads were touched, Athon Daze and the priests of Dungara would be hanged by Gallio at the temple shrine, protected Justus and Lotta from the stumpy poisoned arrows of the <strong>Soldiers</strong> <strong>Three</strong> 190 Buria Kol, but neither fish nor fowl, honeycomb, salt nor young pig were brought to their doors any more. And, alas! man cannot live by grace alone if meat be wanting. ‘Let us go, mine wife,’ said Justus; ‘there is no good here, and the Lord has willed that some other man shall the work take—in good time—in His own good time. We will go away, and I will—yes—some botany bestudy.’ If any one is anxious to convert the Buria Kol afresh, there lies at least the core of a mission-house under the hill of Panth. But the chapel and school have long since fallen back into jungle.
AT HOWLI THANA His own shoe, his own head. —Native Proverb. AS A MESSENGER, if the heart of the Presence be moved to so great favour. And on six rupees. Yes, Sahib, for I have three little children whose stomachs are always empty, and corn is now but forty pounds to the rupee. I will make so clever a messenger that you shall all day long be pleased with me, and, at the end of the year, bestow a turban. I know all the roads of the Station and many other things. Aha, Sahib! I am clever. Give me service. I was aforetime in the Police. A bad character? Now without doubt an enemy has told this tale. Never was I a scamp. I am a man of clean heart, and all my words are true. They knew this when I was in the Police. They said: ‘Afzal Khan is a true speaker in whose words men may trust.’ I am a Delhi Pathan, Sahib—all Delhi Pathans are good men. You have seen Delhi? Yes, it is true that there be many scamps among the Delhi Pathans. How wise is the Rudyard Kipling 191 Sahib! Nothing is hid from his eyes, and he will make me his messenger, and I will take all his notes secretly and without ostentation. Nay, Sahib, God is my witness that I meant no evil. I have long desired to serve under a true Sahib—a virtuous Sahib. Many young Sahibs are as devils unchained. With these Sahibs I would take no service—not though all the stomachs of my little children were crying for bread. Why am I not still in the Police? I will speak true talk. An evil came to the Thana—to Ram Baksh, the Havildar, and Maula Baksh, and Juggut Ram and Bhim Singh and Suruj Bul. Ram Baksh is in the jail for a space, and so also is Maula Baksh. It was at the Thana of Howli, on the road that leads to Gokral-Seetarun wherein are many dacoits. We were all brave men—Rustums. Wherefore we were sent to that Thana which was eight miles from the next Thana. All day and all night we watched for dacoits. Why does the Sahib laugh? Nay, I will make a confession. The dacoits were too clever, and, seeing this, we made no further trouble. It was in the hot weather. What can a man do in the hot days? Is the Sahib who is so strong—is he, even, vigorous in that hour? We made an arrangement with the dacoits for the sake of peace.
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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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ORGAN.— ‘The Voice that breathe
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General kissing, in which CAPT. G.
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THE GARDEN OF EDEN And ye shall be
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much too good for me. So much too g
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MRS. G. How long? CAPT. G. A hundre
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MRS. G. As far as you remember! Do
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MRS. G. Not so very much, am I? CAP
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CAPT. G. (Knocking the ashes out of
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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 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
Page 219 and 220: spent, and together we went down th
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Page 223 and 224: tin box of opium pills. He told bet
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Page 229 and 230: Some were white and some were tabby
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Page 237 and 238: of Infantry. In its prime it held t
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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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