Indian Tales. Rudyard 1865-1936 Kipling

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      "I heard a scufflin' in the room behind, and thin Dinah Shadd's hand dhropped into mine like a rose-leaf into a muddy road.

      "'The half av that I'll take,' sez she, 'an' more too if I can. Go home, ye silly talkin' woman—go home an' confess.'

      "'Come away! Come away!' sez Judy, pullin' her mother by the shawl. ''Twas none av Terence's fault. For the love av Mary stop the talkin'!'

      "'An' you!' said ould Mother Sheehy, spinnin' round forninst Dinah. 'Will ye take the half av that man's load? Stand off from him, Dinah Shadd, before he takes you down too—you that look to be a quarther-master-sergeant's wife in five years. You look too high, child. You shall wash for the quarther-master-sergeant, whin he plases to give you the job out av charity; but a privit's wife you shall be to the end, an' evry sorrow of a privit's wife you shall know and nivir a joy but wan, that shall go from you like the running tide from a rock. The pain av bearin' you shall know but niver the pleasure av giving the breast; an' you shall put away a man-child into the common ground wid never a priest to say a prayer over him, an' on that man-child ye shall think ivry day av your life. Think long, Dinah Shadd, for you'll niver have another tho' you pray till your knees are bleedin'. The mothers av childer shall mock you behind your back when you're wringing over the washtub. You shall know what ut is to help a dhrunken husband home an' see him go to the gyard-room. Will that plase you, Dinah Shadd, that won't be seen talkin' to my daughter? You shall talk to worse than Judy before all's over. The sergints' wives shall look down on you contemptuous, daughter av a sergint, an' you shall cover ut all up wid a smiling face when your heart's burstin'. Stand off av him, Dinah Shadd, for I've put the Black Curse of Shielygh upon him an' his own mouth shall make ut good."

      "She pitched forward on her head an' began foamin' at the mouth. Dinah Shadd ran out wid water, an' Judy dhragged the ould woman into the veranda till she sat up.

      "'I'm old an' forlore,' she sez, thremblin' an' cryin', 'and 'tis like I say a dale more than I mane.'

      "'When you're able to walk—go,' says ould Mother Shadd. 'This house has no place for the likes av you that have cursed my daughter.'

      "'Eyah!' said the ould woman. 'Hard words break no bones, an' Dinah Shadd 'll keep the love av her husband till my bones are green corn, Judy darlin', I misremember what I came here for. Can you lend us the bottom av a taycup av tay, Mrs. Shadd?'

      "But Judy dhragged her off cryin' as tho' her heart wud break. An' Dinah Shadd an' I, in ten minutes we had forgot ut all."

      "Then why do you remember it now?" said I.

      "Is ut like I'd forget? Ivry word that wicked ould woman spoke fell thrue in my life aftherward, an' I cud ha' stud ut all—stud ut all—excipt when my little Shadd was born. That was on the line av march three months afther the regiment was taken with cholera. We were betune Umballa an' Kalka thin, an' I was on picket. Whin I came off duty the women showed me the child, an' ut turned on uts side an' died as I looked. We buried him by the road, an' Father Victor was a day's march behind wid the heavy baggage, so the comp'ny captain read a prayer. An' since then I've been a childless man, an' all else that ould Mother Sheehy put upon me an' Dinah Shadd. What do you think, sorr?"

      I thought a good deal, but it seemed better then to reach out for Mulvaney's hand. The demonstration nearly cost me the use of three fingers. Whatever he knows of his weaknesses, Mulvaney is entirely ignorant of his strength.

      "But what do you think?" he repeated, as I was straightening out the crushed fingers.

      My reply was drowned in yells and outcries from the next fire, where ten men were shouting for "Orth'ris," "Privit Orth'ris," "Mistah Or—ther—ris!" "Deah boy," "Cap'n Orth'ris," "Field-Marshal Orth'ris," "Stanley, you pen'north o' pop, come 'ere to your own comp'ny!" And the cockney, who had been delighting another audience with recondite and Rabelaisian yarns, was shot down among his admirers by the major force.

      "You've crumpled my dress-shirt 'orrid," said he, "an' I shan't sing no more to this 'ere bloomin' drawin'-room."

      Learoyd, roused by the confusion, uncoiled himself, crept behind Ortheris, and slung him aloft on his shoulders.

      "Sing, ye bloomin' hummin' bird!" said he, and Ortheris, beating time on Learoyd's skull, delivered himself, in the raucous voice of the Ratcliffe Highway, of this song:—

      My girl she give me the go onst,

       When I was a London lad,

       An' I went on the drink for a fortnight,

       An' then I went to the bad.

       The Queen she give me a shillin'

       To fight for 'er over the seas;

       But Guv'ment built me a fever-trap,

       An' Injia give me disease.

      Chorus.

      Ho! don't you 'eed what a girl says,

       An' don't you go for the beer;

       But I was an ass when I was at grass,

       An' that is why I'm here.

      I fired a shot at a Afghan,

       The beggar 'e fired again,

       An' I lay on my bed with a 'ole in my 'ed,

       An' missed the next campaign!

       I up with my gun at a Burman

       Who carried a bloomin' dah, But the cartridge stuck and the bay'nit bruk, An' all I got was the scar.

      Chorus.

      Ho! don't you aim at a Afghan

       When you stand on the sky-line clear;

       An' don't you go for a Burman

       If none o' your friends is near.

      I served my time for a corp'ral,

       An' wetted my stripes with pop,

       For I went on the bend with a intimate friend,

       An' finished the night in the "shop."

       I served my time for a sergeant;

       The colonel 'e sez "No!

       The most you'll see is a full C.B." [1]

       An' … very next night 'twas so.

      [Footnote 1: Confined to barracks.]

      Chorus.

      Ho! don't you go for a corp'ral

       Unless your 'ed is clear;

       But I was an ass when I was at grass,

       An' that is why I'm 'ere.

      I've tasted the luck o' the army

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