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Project Gutenberg · 59, free ebooks · 77 by Rudyard Kipling. The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling. No cover available. Download; Bibrec. Joseph Rudyard Kipling (30 December – 18 January ) was an English author and poet. Born in Bombay, British India (now Mumbai), he is best known. The Standard Ebooks edition of Kim: An orphaned street-urchin follows a holy man Rudyard Kipling's novel Kim, published in , tells the story of Kimberly .
There was some justification for Kim—he had kicked Lala Dinanath's boy off the trunnions—since the English held the Punjab and Kim was English. Though he was burned black as any native; though he spoke the vernacular by preference, and his mother-tongue in a clipped uncertain sing-song; though he consorted on terms of perfect equality with the small boys of the bazar; Kim was white—a poor white of the very poorest.
The half-caste woman who looked after him she smoked opium, and pretended to keep a second-hand furniture shop by the square where the cheap cabs wait told the missionaries that she was Kim's mother's sister; but his mother had been nursemaid in a Colonel's family and had married Kimball O'Hara, a young colour-sergeant of the Mavericks, an Irish regiment.
He afterwards took a post on the Sind, Punjab, and Delhi Railway, and his Regiment went home without him.
The wife died of cholera in Ferozepore, and O'Hara fell to drink and loafing up and down the line with the keen-eyed three-year-old baby. Societies and chaplains, anxious for the child, tried to catch him, but O'Hara drifted away, till he came across the woman who took opium and learned the taste from her, and died as poor whites die in India. His estate at death consisted of three papers—one he called his 'ne varietur' because those words were written below his signature thereon, and another his 'clearance-certificate'.
The third was Kim's birth-certificate. Those things, he was used to say, in his glorious opium-hours, would yet make little Kimball a man. On no account was Kim to part with them, for they belonged to a great piece of magic—such magic as men practised over yonder behind the Museum, in the big blue-and-white Jadoo-Gher—the Magic House, as we name the Masonic Lodge. I suppose it is not impossible for the Sergeant to supply it? Foxy is considered at least a match for any evasive boy in my house.
Of course they were smoking and drinking somewhere. That type of boy always does. They think it manly. They consider themselves superior to ordinary delights. Self-sufficient little animals!
And they are so careful to avoid all overt acts, too. They need a sharp lesson, if only to bring down their over-weening self-conceit. Were I you, I should devote myself for a week to their little performances. Tell the Sergeant to keep his eye open; and, of course, in my peregrinations I may casually keep mine open, too.
One sharp lesson is what they want. They could enter either by the Lodge-gates on the upper road—they were careful to ingratiate themselves with the Lodge-keeper and his wife—drop down into the combe, and return along the cliffs; or they could begin at the combe and climb up into the road.
The shelter of the gorze by the cliff-edge was their chosen retreat. For, observe, Colonel Dabney had not invited them to enter his house. Therefore, they did not need to ask specific leave to go visiting; and school rules were strict on that point. He had merely thrown open his grounds to them; and, since they were lawful Bug-hunters, their extended bounds ran up to his notice-boards in the combe and his Lodge-gates on the hill.
They were amazed at their own virtue. Turkey is the Great Man. Is it thus? The Hefflelinga means well. Loco parentis, by gum! Boys with bad consciences show it. They slink out past the Fives Court in haste, and smile nervously when questioned. They return, disordered, in bare time to save a call-over. They nod and wink and giggle one to the other, scattering at the approach of a master.
But Stalky and his allies had long out-lived these manifestations of youth. They strolled forth unconcernedly, and returned in excellent shape after a light refreshment of strawberries and cream at the Lodge.
The man, too, gave them a squirrel, which they presented to the Natural History Society; thereby checkmating little Hartopp, who wished to know what they were doing for Science. Foxy faithfully worked some deep Devon lanes behind a lonely cross-roads inn; and it was curious that Prout and King, members of Common-room seldom friendly, walked together in the same direction—that is to say, northeast. Now, the Pleasant Isle of Aves lay due southwest.
That was enough for Foxy, and it cheered him up a little. Did you see old Heffy cock his eye at us when we answered our names? Come on!
I trust you will enjoy yourselves, my young friends. No need to hurry. When you hear him move in the bushes, go straight across to Aves. The Sergeant, out of breath, was leaning against the fence, raking the furze with his binoculars, but he might as well have tried to see through a sand-bag. Anon, Prout and King appeared behind him.
They conferred. The boys reached the shelter of the wood and looked down through a belt of hollies.
I move we go into the Lodge and get something to eat. We might as well see the fun out. Leave him alone, you, sir. He is executing my orders. Yeou come up to the master. Come on up to master! Yeou other folk bide your side fence. Evidently the Sergeant had surrendered to the major force. Beetle lay at full length on the turf behind the Lodge, literally biting the earth in spasms of joy.
Stalky kicked him upright. There was nothing of levity about Stalky or McTurk save a stray muscle twitching on the cheek. They tapped at the Lodge door, where they were always welcome.
Iss fai! Us Dartymoor folk niver forgit their friends. Never yeou mind us. There was a scuffle of feet on the gravel outside the heavily-leaded diamond panes, and then the voice of Colonel Dabney, something clearer than a bugle.
Ye have! Your duty? Curse your impudence, sir. Your duty was to keep off my grounds. Keep your boys at home, then!
A sergeant? Oh, damnable! Did ye, or did ye not, see my notice-boards? Ye did. Silence, Sergeant!
He obeyed. A sergeant to tell me my duty! McTurk was eating the rag-carpet before the speckless hearth, and the sofa heaved to the emotions of Beetle. For the Mariner he was also an Hi-ber-ni-an. And he stepped out on the shingle, and went home to his mother, who had given him leave to trail his toes in the water; and he married and lived happily ever afterward. So did the Whale. But from that day on, the grating in his throat, which he could neither cough up nor swallow down, prevented him eating anything except very, very small fish; and that is the reason why whales nowadays never eat men or boys or little girls.
The small 'Stute Fish went and hid himself in the mud under the Door-sills of the Equator. He was afraid that the Whale might be angry with him. The Sailor took the jack-knife home. He was wearing the blue canvas breeches when he walked out on the shingle.
The suspenders were left behind, you see, to tie the grating with; and that is the end of that tale. WHEN the cabin port-holes are dark and green Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop with a wiggle between And the steward falls into the soup-tureen, And the trunks begin to slide;When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap, And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,And you aren't waked or washed or dressed, Why, then you will know if you haven't guessed You're 'Fifty North and Forty West!
In the beginning of years, when the world was so new and all, and the Animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel, and he lived in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work; and besides, he was a Howler himself. So he ate sticks and thorns and tamarisks and milkweed and prickles, most 'scruciating idle; and when anybody spoke to him he said 'Humph! Presently the Horse came to him on Monday morning, with a saddle on his back and a bit in his mouth, and said, 'Camel, O Camel, come out and trot like the rest of us.
Presently the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth, and said, 'Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us. Presently the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck and said, 'Camel, O Camel, come and plough like the rest of us.
At the end of the day the Man called the Horse and the Dog and the Ox together, and said, 'Three, O Three, I'm very sorry for you with the world so new-and-all ; but that Humph-thing in the Desert can't work, or he would have been here by now, so I am going to leave him alone, and you must work double-time to make up for it.