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The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling (Volume 8); The Second Jungle Book

The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling (Volume 8); The Second Jungle Book

Kipling, Rudyard

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ISBN10: 1151682020
ISBN13: 9781151682024
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 48
Weight: 0.23
Height: 0.10 Width: 7.44 Depth: 9.69
Language: English
Book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1899. Excerpt: ... THE UNDERTAKERS Respect the aged! It was a thick voice -- a muddy voice that would have made you shudder -- a voice like something soft breaking in two. There was a quaver in it, a croak and a whine. Respect the aged! O Companions of the River -- respect the aged! Nothing could be seen on the broad reach of the river except a little fleet of square-sailed, wooden-pinned barges, loaded with building-stone, that had just come under the railway bridge, and were driving down-stream. They put their clumsy helms over to avoid the sand-bar made by the scour of the bridge-piers, and as they passed, three abreast, the horrible voice began again: O Rrahmins of the River -- respect the aged and infirm! A boatman turned where he sat on the gunwale, lifted up his hand, said something that was not a blessing, and the boats creaked on through the twilight. The broad Indian river, that looked more like a chain of little lakes than a stream, was as smooth as glass, reflecting the sandy-red sky in mid-channel, but splashed with patches of yellow and dusky purple near and under the low banks. Little creeks ran into the river in the wet season, but now their dry mouths hung clear above water-line. On the left shore, and almost under the railway bridge, stood a mud-and-brick and thatch-and-stick village, whose main street, full of cattle going back to their byres, ran straight to the river, and ended in a sort of rude brick pier-head, where people who wanted to wash could wade in step by step. That was the Ghaut of the village of Mugger-Ghaut. Night was falling fast over the fields of lentils and rice and cotton in the low-lying ground yearly flooded by the river; over the reeds that fringed the elbow of the bend, and the tangled low jungle of the grazing-grounds behind the still reeds. The parrot...

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