tion>Rudyard Kipling
Traffics and Discoveries
Published by Good Press, 2019
EAN 4057664617231
Table of Contents
THE CAPTIVE
THE COMPREHENSION OF PRIVATE COPPER
THE CAPTIVE
Poseidon'S Law
THE BONDS OF DISCIPLINE
The Runners
A SAHIBS' WAR
The Wet Litany
"THEIR LAWFUL OCCASIONS"—PART I.
"THEIR LAWFUL OCCASIONS"—PART II.
The King's Task
THE COMPREHENSION OF PRIVATE COOPER
The Necessitarian
STEAM TACTICS
Kaspar's Song in "Varda"
"WIRELESS"
Song of the Old Guard
THE ARMY OF A DREAM—PART I.
THE ARMY OF A DREAM—PART II.
The Return of the Children
"THEY"
From Lyden's "Irenius"
MRS. BATHURST
"Our Fathers Also"
BELOW THE MILL DAM
THE CAPTIVE
FROM THE MASJID-AL-AQSA OF SAYYID AHMED (WAHABI)
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining
He answered his name at the muster and stood to the chaining.
When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars that held them,
He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld them.
Ere the sad dust of the marshalled feet of the chain-gang swallowed him,
Observing him nobly at ease, I alighted and followed him.
Thus we had speech by the way, but not touching his sorrow
Rather his red Yesterday and his regal To-morrow,
Wherein he statelily moved to the clink of his chains unregarded,
Nowise abashed but contented to drink of the potion awarded.
Saluting aloofly his Fate, he made swift with his story;
And the words of his mouth were as slaves spreading carpets of glory
Embroidered with names of the Djinns—a miraculous weaving—
But the cool and perspicuous eye overbore unbelieving.
So I submitted myself to the limits of rapture—
Bound by this man we had bound, amid captives his capture—
Till he returned me to earth and the visions departed;
But on him be the Peace and the Blessing: for he was great-hearted!
THE CAPTIVE
"He that believeth shall not make haste."—Isaiah.
The guard-boat lay across the mouth of the bathing-pool, her crew idly spanking the water with the flat of their oars. A red-coated militia-man, rifle in hand, sat at the bows, and a petty officer at the stern. Between the snow-white cutter and the flat-topped, honey-coloured rocks on the beach the green water was troubled with shrimp-pink prisoners-of-war bathing. Behind their orderly tin camp and the electric-light poles rose those stone-dotted spurs that throw heat on Simonstown. Beneath them the little Barracouta nodded to the big Gibraltar, and the old Penelope, that in ten years has been bachelors' club, natural history museum, kindergarten, and prison, rooted and dug at her fixed moorings. Far out, a three-funnelled Atlantic transport with turtle bow and stern waddled in from the deep sea.
Said the sentry, assured of the visitor's good faith, "Talk to 'em? You can, to any that speak English. You'll find a lot that do."
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