Kipling's India (1915) (14594491748)

Identifier: kiplingsindia00muns (find matches)
Title: Kipling's India
Year: 1915 (1910s)
Authors: Munson, Arley Isabel, 1871-
Subjects: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936 India -- Description and travel
Publisher: Garden City, N.Y. : Doubleday, Page & company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



Text Appearing Before Image:
That whistles clear:—All flesh is grass. Three hundred pounds per annum spentOn making brain and body meeter For all the murderous intent Comprised in villainous saltpetre! And after?—Ask the Yusufzaies What comes of all our ologies. • • • • • • One sword-knot stolen from the campWill pay for all the school expenses Of any Kurram Valley scamp Who knows no word of moods and tenses. But, being blest with perfect sight, Picks off our messmates left and right. to^ By their pitiful retreat during a battle with theAfghans on the Frontier, *The Fore and Fit PrincessHohenzollern-Sigmaringen-Anspachs Merther-Tydfil-shire Own Royal Loyal Light Infantry, RegimentalDistrict 329A earned the title of The Fore and Aft(The Drums of the Fore and Aft), and were savedfrom everlasting disgrace by little Jakin and Lew, thetwelve-year-old drummer boys who, all alone on thegreat plain strewn with the dead and wounded, marchedstifl3y with fife and drum into the face of the foe, calling (114)
Text Appearing After Image:
ri p, S C i ? 0 > ^ ^ (r^ ce u >*— > •a.s-^ g-^^ a rt^^ t c 5 —- .^ t«—( 3i:S .-> yj *^— a cS C >- ,^ « C o.g ■^2i. S ^ O s: Si V > t- O5^ tS y ;« C « ^ ^.23-£ 1 ^ J3 tn O ^:h a THE BORDER COUNTRY on their panic-stricken regiment to return and meet theenemy. And in bitter mockery of the distant mob, theold tune of the Old Line shrilled and rattled: *But of all the worlds great heroesTheres none that can compare.With a tow—row—row—row—row—row,To the British Grenadier! And the sullen regiment responded with terribledisaster to the Afghans. But some say, . . . that that battle was won by Jakin andLew, whose little bodies were borne up just in time to fit two gapsat the head of the big ditch-grave for the dead under the heights ofJagai. Down through the Khyber Pass to Peshawur cameour gruff and kindly friend, Mahbub

''