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The Less Familiar Kipling 
 
 and 
 
 Kiplingana 
 
THE LESS 
 FAMILIAR KIPLING, 
 
 AND KIPLINGANA 
 
 G. F. MONKSHOOD, 
 
 Author of 
 ' Rudyard Kipling: An Attempt at Appreciation " 
 
 ILLUSTRATED 
 
 E. P. BUTTON & CO. 
 
 68i, FIFTH AVENUE. NEW YORK 
 
 X9J7 
 
CGI 
 
 ni1 
 
 COPYRIGHT. 
 
To 
 P. B. Belton 
 
 and 
 
 W. Mawby, 
 
 Thanking them, with 
 
 gratitude, for their 
 
 friendship. 
 
 G. F. M. 
 
 London, 19 17. 
 
CONTENTS OF THE BOOK. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 PART I. 
 The Less Familiar Kipling - - 1 1 
 
 PART II. 
 Some Less Familiar Kiplingana - 59 
 
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 
 
 PAGE 
 
 Cover of the Rare 1888 Edition of 
 
 "Plain Tales from the Hills" - 17 
 
 Cover of "City of Dreadful Night" 25 
 
 Cover of "Abaft the Funnel" - 41 
 
 Title-page of "Abaft the Funnel" 57 
 
 Cover of "Letters of Marque" - 69 
 
EPIGRAPH TO PART I. 
 
 How much I love this writer's manly 
 style I 
 By such men led, our Press had ever 
 been 
 The public conscience of our noble isle, 
 
 Severe and quick to feel a civic sin, 
 To raise the people and chastise the times 
 With such a heat as lives in great creative 
 rhymes. 
 
 From a Suppressed Poem, 1852, 
 by Lord Tennysox. 
 
PART I. 
 
 THE LESS FAMILIAR RUDYARD 
 KIPLING. 
 
 " And so like most young poets, in a flush 
 Of individual life I poured myself 
 Along the veins of others." 
 
 — R. K. 
 
 Of the making of books about Rudyard 
 Kipling there will be no end — ^until the 
 Kalpas end. Why should there be — 
 is any apology necessary for one more 
 very little book upon the greatest living 
 English author? . . . Certainly no apology 
 is needed, the Kiplingite will say. But 
 perhaps other readers may desire to be 
 presented with an explanation justifying 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 the bringing forth of yet another book 
 of Kiplihgana. 
 
 Unquestionably. Well, as my title 
 hints, I proposed to build a little book 
 dealing with some of the less familiar 
 but still interesting or entrancing phases 
 of my subject's life and work. As the 
 author of the first book upon Rudyard 
 Kipling — ^in 1899 — I hope that this new 
 little adventure in literature will be wel- 
 comed by all lovers of Kipling. 
 
 The story of the early efforts of 
 Rudyard Kipling, circa 1888, his descent 
 upon London and instant capture of that 
 stony-hearted and critical city has the 
 wonder of an Arabian tale and, fitly 
 enough, it could end, with his really 
 world-wide repute in 1898 and the words : 
 
 " And Scherazade ceased her permitted 
 say, for she perceived the dawn of day." 
 
 We will now attempt to recapture some 
 of the glow of that early and less-known 
 period of the great writer's life and 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 work. An early witness, whose testi- 
 mony is of the deepest interest, is one 
 " Septimus," who has written upon 
 Rudyard Kipling's English d^but. The 
 little article appeared in a magazine 
 called Indian Ink, belonging to 
 Thacker & Company, the famous Anglo- 
 Indian publishers. "Septimus" says: 
 
 "The star of Rudyard Kipling first rose 
 in England in 1888. He was well- 
 known in India before then. But one 
 might be giant enough in India to span 
 in one stretch from Cape Comorin to 
 Peshawar, and yet be entirely unknown 
 and unheard of in England. . . . 
 
 " If Kipling had not been endowed with 
 extraordinary talent his books would 
 never have made their way. India 
 attracts very little notice or interest, 
 and it is a tribute to his genius that he 
 was able to dish up the dry bones of 
 Indian life in a form so palatable that he 
 gained admittance to the portals of the 
 Temple of Fame. 
 
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 " It happened I was learning my 
 business as a publisher in the London 
 office of the firm of W. Thacker & Co., 
 then situated at 87, Newgate Street, 
 London. Everybody in India knows 
 Thacker, Spink & Co., but not so 
 many know of the London house. 
 The publishing manager was an old 
 gentleman named Heaton. I think he 
 was self-made and self-educated. His 
 knowledge was encyclopaedic, and he 
 had that indispensable gift for a book- 
 seller or a publisher, an imagination. 
 He possessed a knowledge of English 
 literature I have seldom seen excelled. 
 
 "One day the Calcutta firm wrote to 
 us saying they were publishing a new 
 book by a new author and its title was 
 'Plain Tales from the Hills.' The 
 letter added : ' We shall be glad if you 
 will do your best with this book. We are 
 sending a thousand copies to you. It 
 should prove as popular as " Lays of 
 Ind." ' Now ' Lays of Ind ' was our 
 
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 ' big smoke ' at that time, and this 
 astonishing pronouncement excited a 
 good deal of curiosity. 
 
 " An advance copy arrived shortly after. 
 A curious thin book with a design on the 
 cover purporting to represent the Hills 
 
 " In the light of my report Heaton read 
 the book and quickly recognised the new 
 writer's ability, and we set off to conquer 
 England. But the bookselling trade was 
 sceptical. When a new book is pub- 
 lished a representative from the publisher 
 goes to all the leading wholesale and 
 retail booksellers and takes orders. This 
 is called subscribing, and the traders sign 
 on a sheet of paper the numbers they are 
 prepared to take. On the top of the 
 sheet is the title of the book and the 
 name of the author with the wholesale 
 terms. 
 
 " I think the subscription sheet of * Plain 
 Tales from the Hills ' would fetch a good 
 deal of money at an auction if it existed 
 to-day, which is improbable. If I 
 
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 remember correctly it numbered sixteen 
 copies, and it had been displayed in 
 Paternoster Row from end to end and 
 thence through London north, south, 
 east, and west through three weary days. 
 I was the unfortunate person who took 
 it round and never did eloquence produce 
 a more barren result. In vain did I read 
 choice bits of Mulvaney, Ortheris, and 
 Learoyd. The trade listened not to the 
 voice of the charmer. 
 
 " Then we sent out copies to the press. 
 And we tried personal influence with 
 Editors whom we knew. The Sunday 
 Times was the first to review it. But I 
 believe the reviewer only skimmed it, as 
 the review was conventional and worth- 
 less. The first real recognition came 
 from the Saturday Review, which devoted 
 nearly a column to it. This created a 
 demand from the libraries and other 
 papers followed suit. One paper, I forget 
 which, I think it was The Globe, said the 
 book was badly titled and should have 
 i6 
 
'< 
 
 PLAIN TALEjS 
 
 FROM TM Hills 
 
 KjJDYARD KlPLINCj, 
 
 CALCUTTA. 
 THACKER SPlNK&Co. 
 
 
 -' 
 
 Copy of the Cover of the rare iSSS Edition. 
 
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 been called 'The Other Man and Other 
 Stories,' not that ' The Other Man ' was 
 the best story but it was a taking title 1 
 Of course one thousand copies melted 
 like snow in summer — and no more 
 copies were available for a long time. 
 There was an insistent demand, but not 
 enough copies were in circulation to 
 allow a widespread knowledge of the 
 new author. 
 
 "Then we published 'Departmental 
 Ditties.' We published ii in most 
 attractive fashion and launched it on the 
 world full of buoyant hope. But, alas! 
 again the trade would have none of it. 
 
 "But the public wanted it and there 
 was soon a brisk demand. 
 
 " That was the last I ever had to do with 
 Rudyard Kipling as a publisher. But it 
 marked my apprentice days with an 
 experience given to few. And it laid the 
 foundation of a very valued friendship 
 which has always been one of my most 
 cherished memories." 
 
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 I went to see him one day and found 
 him in the throes of composition. The 
 room was knee-deep in manuscript. He 
 called out to me when I entered that he 
 was just finishing and I was to sit down 
 and keep quiet. I did sit down and 
 gathered up the manuscript ; which I 
 read. It was the " Record of Badalia 
 Herodsfoot." I liked it, though I thought 
 it a little out of his line. I remember we 
 talked over the story and went and dined 
 at the " Solferino " in Rupert Street. I 
 don't fancy the place exists now. Then 
 the summer holidays came on, and I did 
 not see him for several weeks. When I 
 did see him I criticised a story he had 
 written for Lloyd's News, " The Mark 
 of the Beast " it was. My criticism was 
 that the readers of Lloyd's would not 
 understand the story. " Why not," I 
 said, " give them ' The Record of Badalia 
 Herodsfoot.' " " Good idea," he replied, 
 "but where is it?" Well, we hunted 
 high and low. We pulled out the con- 
 
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 tents of drawers ; we searched the rooms 
 through and through. Kipling sat back 
 in blank despair. The manuscript had 
 been stolen I At length we found it on 
 the top of an immense book-case and 
 covered with London dust. We had only 
 looked there in comic despair I Its loca- 
 tion was rapidly transferred to the 
 editorial office of the Detroit Free Press, 
 and it appeared in their Christmas Number, 
 where it was the sensation of the moment 
 and set people talking more than ever of 
 the new literary star. 
 
 Harking back to the first subject of 
 these reminiscences, I have pulled a copy 
 of the 1888 Edition of " Plain Tales from 
 the Hills " from the book-case. It's a 
 quaint looking contraption. There is a 
 picture of the Hills on the top with two 
 flags sticking out of a mountain's brow. 
 Each flag is about a sixth of the height 
 of the mountain ! There is a con- 
 glomeration of Mohammedan and Chris- 
 tian edifices down below. The whole 
 
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 looks like a mystical representation 
 of an Emambagh and a prehistoric fort 
 surmounted with many hills and two 
 flags each two hundred feet high. 
 
 But looking through "Plain Tales" 
 and reading through the stories again the 
 thought strikes one — Has Kipling ever 
 done better work than some of these 
 gems ? Take at random an extract : 
 
 "'You drive Jehannum kemarfik, mal- 
 lum ? 'Tis no manner of faider bukkin 
 to the Sahih bekaze he don't samjao your 
 bat. Av he bolos anything, just you 
 choop and chel. Dekker ? Go arsty for 
 the first arder mile from cantonments. 
 Thin chel, Shaitan he marfik, and the 
 chooper you choops and the jeldier you 
 chels the better kooshi will the Sahib 
 be : and here's a rupee for ye." 
 
 Was soldiers' bat ever more delight- 
 fully portrayed? 
 
 The " Mark of the Beast " story 
 referred to may have been written 
 originally for Lloyd's News, but I 
 
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 believe it appeared in a good little paper, 
 The Wednesday Journal ; however, upon 
 this point and similar small points, one 
 has to refer to the library of memory. 
 "The Record of Badalia Herodsfoot" 
 (Kipling treasures an eerie name almost 
 as much as the great good Dickens or 
 that amazing genius, Edgar Saltus) was 
 a strongly-scented story of London-in- 
 the-East, illustrated with wash and line 
 drawings by two lady members of the 
 R.I., the Sisters Demain Hammond. 
 " Septimus " laments the bad judgment 
 of that very close corporation called The 
 Trade, but his knowledge of books must 
 have taught him that in many instances 
 a like fate has awaited writers who now 
 are read and loved wherever the English 
 Raj rule. Take for appropriate example 
 an author who has been highly praised 
 by Kipling himself, Juliana Horatia 
 Ewing. We read, in her life, that ' ' J acka- 
 napes " was much praised when it came 
 out in a magazine, but even when 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 reissued as a book its success was 
 within a hair's-breadth of failing. The 
 first copies were brought out in dull 
 stone-coloured paper covers, and that 
 powerful vehicle, The Trade, unable 
 to believe that a jewel could be concealed 
 in so plain a casket, refused the work of 
 J. H. E. and R. C. (Randolph Caldecott) 
 until they had stretched the paper cover 
 upon cardboards and coloured the Union 
 Jack which adorns it! By such means 
 shall ye writers climb to the stars. 
 
 The happy time brightly retold by 
 " Septimus" in Indian Ink was the time 
 when the world discovered Rudyard 
 Kipling and enrolled him in its " Cele- 
 brities At Home." He then said that 
 he might go up like the rocket and come 
 down like its stick I It was the time that 
 the Indian Railway Library was being 
 reissued in England, volume by volume, 
 the best railway reading ever offered for a 
 journey. (By the way, that reminds 
 one that Murray the publisher once 
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THE cwnf 
 
 DREADFUL 
 
 OF 
 
 RUPEE *C"|N0IAN 
 
 N-XIV '" - 
 
 RUDYARD KIPLINGV"' 
 
 Reproduction of a rare Cover. 
 
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 issued a series of " Books Suited for 
 Railway Readers," and volumes number 
 one and two were " Abercrombie," 
 "On the Intellectual Powers and on 
 the Philosophy of the Moral Feelings"! 
 Heavens ! what railway reading I) The 
 Wheeler Indian Railway Library had 
 the following books by Kipling, 
 "Soldiers Three," "In Black and 
 White," "The Story of the Gadsbys," 
 " The Phantom Rickshaw," " Wee Willie 
 Winkie," "Under the Deodars," and 
 last, and rarest, " Letters of Marque," of 
 which I understand only three or four 
 copies were ever sold, in this form. The 
 rare cover is reproduced as an illustration 
 in this present book. Some pictures of 
 the other Railway Library covers are to 
 be seen, by the interested, in a book 
 entitled " Kiplingiana," issued .in New 
 York in 1899 by Mansfield & Wessels. 
 This is a pleasant little volume produced 
 with great publishing taste and skill. 
 The cunning charm of many of the 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 illustrated covers, etc., to the Indian 
 stories designed by John Lockwood Kip- 
 ling will delight for all time the fortunate 
 possessors, but will not surprise those 
 who know that the Kipling family possess 
 trained tastes for the graphic arts. 
 Recently, it is interesting to record, a 
 series of most comical drawings by 
 Rudyard Kipling's great kinsman, Burne- 
 Jones, were exhibited to the members 
 of the London Library, St. James's 
 Square. Many were upon notepaper, 
 stamped Rottingdean, Brighton — Mr. 
 Kipling's own home for some time. 
 
 Three books of the early Indian sketches 
 of Rudyard Kipling were suppressed: 
 " The Smith Administration," " Letters of 
 Marque No i," and " The City of Dreadful 
 Night." This latter volume had one of 
 the few covers that were designed for 
 the Indian Railway Library by the artist- 
 author, Brownlow Fforde. The First 
 (English) Edition bore attached to the 
 title-page the following amende honor- 
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 able: "The Publishers beg to state that 
 at the time of printing this Work they 
 had overlooked the fact that the title 
 had been previously used for a volume 
 of Poems by the late James Thomson 
 (B.V.). They have, however, received 
 the kind permission of Mr. Thomson's 
 Publishers to use it." The material of 
 which these three books are composed 
 was reissued in the statutory Twenty 
 Volumes of Kipling's prose that are in 
 all good libraries. But there is still 
 a volume that somewhat persistently 
 eludes the Kiplingite ; unless he is as 
 rich as a Hun secret agent. The volume 
 is entitled "Abaft the Funnel," taken 
 from its own epigraph, " Men in pajamas, 
 sitting abaft the funnel and swapping 
 lies of the purple seas." The author at 
 one time had no intention to reprint 
 these efforts, so we understand. But 
 they are well worth the propriety and 
 dignity of book-form, and he has not 
 suffered any disservice. The same treat- 
 
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 ment was accorded certain early miscel- 
 lanea of James Thomson, and the Editor 
 of that collection said : " Believing as I do 
 that James Thomson is, since Shelley, 
 the most brilliant genius who has wielded 
 a pen ... I t^ke a natural pride and 
 pleasure in rescuing the following articles 
 from burial in the great mausoleum of 
 the Periodical Press." Verb. sap. The 
 various items that make the volume 
 " Abaft the Funnel " may be roughly 
 grouped into three sets of stories and 
 sketches as follows : — 
 
 I. 
 
 THE ENGLISH IN INDIA. 
 
 The Likes of Us. 
 
 His Brother's Keeper. 
 
 A Supplementary Chapter. 
 
 Tiglath Pileser. 
 
 " Sleipner," late " Thurinda." 
 
 A Fallen Idol. 
 
 New Brooms. 
 
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 II. 
 
 LIFE IN LONDON. 
 
 Letters On Leave. 
 
 The Adoration of the Magi. 
 
 A Death in the Camp. 
 
 A Really Good Time. 
 
 On Exhibition. 
 
 The Three Young Men. 
 
 My Great and Only. 
 
 " The Betrayal of Confidences." 
 
 The New Dispensation, I. and II. 
 
 The Last Of and The Stories. 
 
 III. 
 
 TALES OF TRAVEL. 
 
 Erastasius of the Whanghoa. 
 Her Little Responsibility. 
 A Menagerie Aboard. 
 A Smoke of Manila. 
 The Red Lamp. 
 
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 The Shadow of His Hand. 
 
 A Little More Beef. 
 
 Griffiths, the Safe Man. 
 
 It. 
 
 Chatauquaed. 
 
 The Bow Flume Cable- Car. 
 
 In addition to the foregoing there are 
 a parody and a poem, the latter oddly 
 entitled "In Partibus." If, as one may 
 fairly assume, the author really means this 
 to be read as "In Partibus Infidelium," 
 that is to say, " In Unbelieving Countries," 
 the poem probably belongs to the period 
 of his exile in London-Under-the-Fog, 
 circa 1889, when attempts were made by 
 the well-intentioned to " lionise him " — ■ 
 
 " But I consort with long-haired things 
 
 In velvet collar-rolls. 
 Who talk about the Aims of Art, 
 
 And ' theories ' and ' goals,' 
 And moo and coo with women-folk 
 
 About their blessed souls." 
 
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 The parody above noted stands out- 
 side the three groupings we suggested. 
 
 " The History of a Fall," as it is entitled, 
 can hardly be described as a story. It 
 is a sketch of a comic episode narrated 
 partly in English, partly in a parody of 
 the French idiom of the three-fifty 
 yellow-back. Like a good deal of the 
 matter in "Abaft the Funnel," it partakes 
 of the nature of a frisk (as Saltus puts 
 it), a frolic, a maffick in ink. The comic 
 or parodic condensed novel has amused 
 several fun-masters, Thackeray,Bret Harte, 
 Burnand, say; .while I believe that the 
 delightful and distinguished Stephen 
 Laycock must be making a fortune as 
 well as a reputation from just that type 
 of literature. Their authors may think 
 them mere ink-potterings, but they are 
 things difficult to do. 
 
 "The Likes o' Us" is a soldier story 
 of the time and style of the ever-living 
 " Soldiers Three." Indeed change but 
 the name of the protagonist, Gunner 
 
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 Barnabas, and you get quite a Mulvaney 
 yarn. The story begins by the G.O.C. 
 at Simla talking to its writer about 
 Tommy Atkins : " But the point on 
 which he dwelt most pompously was the 
 ease with which Private Thomas Atkins 
 could be ' handled ' as he called it. 
 ' Only feed him and give him a little 
 work to do, and you can do anything 
 with him,' said the General Officer Com- 
 manding. ' There's no refinement about 
 Tommy, you know ; and one is very like 
 another. They've all the same ideas 
 and traditions and prejudices. They're 
 all big children.' " 
 
 There followed a meeting between the 
 narrator and Gunner Barnabas, who was 
 in the Mountain Battery, and sitting 
 upon a soldier, " a khaki-coloured volcano 
 of blasphemy," till the said soldier became 
 sober. There had been a conflict of 
 view-points and the Gunner was nearly 
 shot by his bemused companion, a little 
 private, bedrunken and yet convalescing 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 after fever. Finally, Gunner Barnabas, 
 when the private had recovered from 
 the half-murderous mania that had seized 
 him, carried the silly little chap back 
 towards barracks, shouting, " It's the likes 
 o' 'im that brings shame on the likes o' 
 us." A grim story of one of the darker 
 sides of soldiering life but not, as I take 
 it, meant to glorify brutality of threat or 
 deed, but meant to show once more that 
 order, duty, and decent living must and 
 shall hold sway in the Army. Oddly, the 
 next story is called " His Brother's Keeper," 
 and deals with the moral responsibility 
 that a man sometimes has in the matter 
 of a colleague. Upon the subject of this 
 big theme, " Am I My Brother's Keeper ? " 
 the stylist Editor of The Hibbert says in 
 an essay: " Since it was Cain who asked 
 the question, the inference has been 
 drawn, most impudently, that all men 
 who answer in the negative belong to 
 the tribe of Cain. The negative answer 
 has come to be regarded as one of the 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 characteristic marks of a bad man — 
 in fact, the very brand of Cain. Con- 
 trariwise, the acceptance of the position 
 of keeper to one's brother is usually 
 taken as an unequivocal sign of grace." 
 
 In Mr. Kipling's strong, tense story, 
 the brave man upon whom the burden 
 of decision was laid, did not hesitate but 
 answered the question in the affirma- 
 tive and elected to be his brother's keeper, 
 for a certain time risking life or limb 
 thereby, but choosing conscience before 
 Cain. 
 
 Stovey, at work upon a canal with 
 the man " just above him," goes mad 
 and plots murder with a Martini. His 
 intended victim gets the gun away upon 
 the pretext that there is a pariah dog 
 in his room — and by chance there was ! 
 The ending is quaint and unforeseen : 
 
 " Ever meet the man again ? " 
 
 " Yes ; once at Sheik Katan dzik- 
 bungalow — ^trailing — ^the big brindled pi 
 after him." 
 
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 " Oh, it was real, then? I thought it 
 was arranged for the occasion." 
 
 " Not a bit. It was a pukka pi. 
 Stovey seemed to remember me in the 
 same way that a horse seems to re- 
 member. I fancy his brain was a little 
 cloudy. We tiffined together — after the 
 pi had been fed, if you please — ^and 
 Stovey said to me : ' See that dog ? 
 He saved my life once. Oh, by the 
 way, I believe you were there, too, 
 weren't you? ' " 
 
 The story is told in a club smoking- 
 room, and it has life and strength from 
 its settings, the comments of its listeners 
 and their personalities, etched with just 
 a few short sharp strokes. It is a model 
 for tale-tellers. 
 
 "A Supplementary Chapter" is another 
 story of Mrs. Hauksbee, and should be 
 read in connection with " The Education 
 of Otis Yeere," to which it refers. In 
 addition to the brilliant schemer, Mrs. 
 Hauksbee, we again meet Mrs. Mallowe 
 
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 and Mrs. Reiver, of whom we can now 
 learn something more : 
 
 " She was a person without invention. 
 She used to get her ideas from the men 
 she captured, and this led to some 
 eccentric changes of character. For a 
 month or two she would act d la Madonna, 
 and try Theo for a change if she fancied 
 Theo's ways suited her beauty. Then 
 she would attempt the dark and fiery 
 Lilith, and so on and so on, exactly as she 
 absorbed the new notion. But there was 
 always Mrs. Reiver — hard, selfish, stupid 
 Mrs. Reiver — at the back of each trans- 
 formation. Mrs. Hauksbee christened her 
 the Magic Lantern on account of this 
 borrowed mutability. ' It just depends 
 upon the slide,' said Mrs. Hauksbee. 
 * The case is the only permanent thing 
 in the exhibition. But that, thank 
 Heaven, is getting old.' " 
 
 We meet also, in this Simla intrigue, 
 with Watchett of " a vicious little three- 
 cornered Department that was always 
 
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 stamping on the toes of the Elect," and 
 Trewinnard who plays an important part 
 and is the direct cause of some of the 
 author's obiter dicta. 
 
 " Trewinnard had been spoilt by over- 
 much petting, and the devil of vanity 
 that rides nine hundred and ninety-nine 
 men out of a thousand made him believe 
 as he did. He had been too long one 
 woman's property ; and that belief will 
 sometimes drive a man to throw the best 
 things in the world behind him, from 
 rank perversity." 
 
 Trewinnard and Mrs. Mallowe had 
 an understanding about things, but it 
 wore thin and he took to discussing 
 things with Mrs. Reiver. Then Hatchett, 
 Trewinnard, and the ladies become mixed 
 rather seriously. The story persistently 
 reminds one of Henry James. It cer- 
 tainly has what some one has admirably 
 attributed to the latter, " the note of 
 secret, serious comprehension between 
 the characters." But the note of shrewd 
 
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 and forthright comment is wholly 
 Kipling, as in the following phrases — 
 and there are many equally shrewd in 
 this " Supplementary Chapter " : 
 
 " Some people say that the Supreme 
 Government is the Devil. It is more like 
 the Deep Sea. Anything that you throw 
 into it disappears for weeks, and comes 
 to light hacked and furred at the edges, 
 crusted with weeds and shells and almost 
 unrecognisable. The bold man who 
 would dare to give it a file of love- 
 letters would be amply rewarded. It 
 would overlay them with original com- 
 ments and marginal notes, and work 
 them piecemeal into D. O. dockets. Few 
 things, from a letter or a whirlpool to a 
 sausage-machine or a hatching hen, are 
 more interesting and peculiar than the 
 Supreme Government." 
 
 " Tiglath Pileser " and the story that 
 follows " Sleipner," late " Thurinda," 
 deal with horses. Tiglath Pileser is the 
 name given by the author to a rogue of 
 
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Abaft 
 The Funnel 
 
 Rudyard Kipling 
 
 Cover of "Abaft the Funnel." 
 Published in America. 
 
THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 a horse he purchases cheap, and the 
 description of his antics is wildly but 
 deliciously funny. Indeed I do not know 
 where in all fiction one could meet with 
 a more comical beast than Tiglath, the 
 Utter Brute. 
 
 " I called him Tiglath because he 
 resembled a lathy pig. Later on I called 
 him Pileser on account of his shouk ; 
 but my coachman, a strong, masterless 
 man, called him * haramzada chor, shaitan 
 ke hap ' and ' oont ki beta.' He cer- 
 tainly was a powerful horse, being full 
 fifteen-two at the withers, with a girth 
 of a waler, and at first the docility of an 
 Arab. There was something wrong with 
 his feet — ^permanently — but he was a 
 considerate beast, and never had more 
 than one leg in hospital at a time. The 
 other three were still movable, and Tig- 
 lath never grudged them in my service." 
 
 At last Tiglath was shot, but, odd though 
 it sounds, even his death had a note of 
 comedy. 
 
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 " A Fallen Idol " is a light and laughing 
 little sketch of a man named Trivey, 
 supposed for a time to be the club 
 Munchausen, upon the strength of a 
 wonderful yarn he told of conquering 
 an elephant : 
 
 " ' When I weis at Anungarachar- 
 lupillay in Madras,' said Trivey quietly, 
 ' there was a rogue elephant cutting 
 about the district.' He told us that he, 
 in the company of another man, had 
 found the rogue asleep, but just as they 
 got up to the brute's head it woke up 
 with a scream. Then Trivey, who was 
 careful to explain that he was a ' bit 
 powerful about the arms,' caught hold 
 of its ears as it rose, and hung there, 
 kicking the animal in the eyes, which 
 so bewildered it that it stayed screaming 
 and frightened until Trivey's ally shot 
 it behind the shoulder, and the villagers 
 ran in and hamstrung it." 
 
 This ranked as the prize falsehood of 
 the club until one Crewe had to go to the 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 very same district in Madras. Upon 
 his return he convinced them all that 
 Trivey's feat vras absolutely true in every 
 detail I 
 
 " Sleipner," late " Thurinda," is an 
 eerie story of the supernatural border- 
 land with a serious, rather sad, interest 
 that recalls "The Phantom Rickshaw," 
 but in " Sleipner " the apparition is 
 that of a horse. 
 
 A man named J ale brings a string of 
 horses to a meeting and is thrown and 
 killed. He leaves his horse Thurinda to 
 Hordene. " She's as easy as a Pullman 
 car and about twice as fast," he was wont 
 to say in moments of confidence to his 
 intimates. " For all her bulk, she's as 
 handy as a polo-pony ; a child might 
 ride her, and when she's at the post 
 she's as cute — ^she's as cute as the bally 
 starter himself." Many times had 
 Hordene said this, till at last one unsym- 
 pathetic friend answered with : " When 
 a man bukhs too much about his wife or 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 his horse, it's a sure sign he's trying to 
 make himself like 'em." 
 
 But it was not such easy running for 
 Thurinda's new owner. The dead man, 
 Jale, from beyond the tomb, bewitched 
 his horse, thereby maddening Hordene. 
 Then he cursed the dead man Jale for 
 his ridiculous interference with a free 
 gift. "If it was given — it was given," 
 said Hordene, " and he has no right to 
 come messing about after it." 
 
 Hordene sold her, and the third owner 
 shot her ! Then, after hearing the full 
 story of the mare, he said: 
 
 "I'll lay that ghost." He leaned out 
 into the night and shouted : " Jale ! 
 Jale ! Jale ! Wherever you are." There 
 was a pause and then up the compound- 
 drive came the clatter of a horse's feet. 
 The red-haired subaltern blanched under 
 his freckles to the colour of glycerine 
 soap. " Thurinda's dead," he mut- 
 tered, " and — and all bets are off. Go 
 back to your grave again." 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 " New Brooms " is the last of the seven 
 pieces that we have roughly classified as 
 the doings of some English in India, and 
 is a somewhat awesome story of that 
 master of contagia and bacteria, the 
 sanitary engineer, and of plague in India 
 caused through the indolent uncleanli- 
 ness of the typical native who is here 
 called Ram Buksh. Into the life of this 
 man the Englishman enters with his 
 usual ideas about washing men, and 
 streets, about clean water, sanitation, 
 and so on, fighting even against the 
 ideas of the Government of India in 
 order to get things done decently and in 
 order. One lays down ' ' New Brooms ' ' with 
 a little shudder, it is true (for it has 
 graphic pictures of how plague and pollu- 
 tion are caused), but with an enhanced 
 respect for the power of the sanitary 
 engineer. 
 
 In the little group of stories and 
 sketches dealing more or less with life 
 in London I would mention " Letters 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 on Leave" for especial attention. These 
 letters to an officer in the Indian Army 
 are packed with shrewd hits at English 
 life — ^you will remember " One View of 
 the Question, in Life's Handicap " ; they 
 are followed by sketches of the author's 
 early literary life here with, ever and 
 anon, the longing for his Indian home as 
 in "On Exhibition" : 
 
 " And I thought of smooth-cut lawns 
 in the gloaming, and tables spread under 
 mighty trees, and men and women, all 
 intimately acquainted with each other, 
 strolling about in the lightest of raiment, 
 and the old dowagers criticising the 
 badminton, and the young men in riding- 
 boots making rude remarks about the 
 claret-cup, and the host circulating 
 through the mob and saying : ' Hah, 
 Piggy,' or Bobby or Flatnose, as the 
 nickname might be, ' have another peg,' 
 and the hostess soothing the bashful 
 youngsters and talking khitmaigars with 
 the Judge's wife, and the leist new bride 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 hanging on her husband's arm and say- 
 ing : ' Isn't it almost time to go home, 
 Dicky, dear P ' and the little fat owls 
 chuckling in the bougainvilleas, and the 
 horses stamping and squealing in the 
 carriage-drive ..." 
 
 "My Great and Only" is a humorous 
 account of how a music hall song was 
 produced, and the reception it got in 
 the hall of its period — the early nine- 
 ties. But the two pieces that bring 
 "Abaft the Funnel" to an end — one a 
 story and the other a fantasy — are so 
 good that they should not be forgotten 
 upon any account. The story is entitled 
 "The New Dispensation, Part I. and Part 
 II.," but it might be called the " Glorifica- 
 tion of Kadir Baksh, the Khitmatgar," for 
 that is what Part I. certainly amounts to. 
 In Part II. we find that the writer has 
 secured in London (from the Docks) 
 a native Tamil servant named Rama- 
 sawmy, who, when cleaned and clothed, 
 was a faithful being enough, but had 
 
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 a vendetta upon his mind. Briefly, 
 he was only awaiting the arrival of a 
 certain ship and man, to fight to the 
 death, or commit manslaughter, and 
 the man arrived. The story ends in 
 bloodshed. 
 
 The fantasy, entitled "The Last of the 
 Stories," is utterly unlike anything I have 
 ever met of Kipling's. It is in the first 
 person, and narrates that the author, in 
 a dream, was taken by the Devil of 
 Discontent to a literary limbo, the Limbo 
 of Lost Endeavour, where are all the souls 
 of characters drawn in tales, novels, and 
 articles. The author meets his own 
 famous characters : Captain Gadsby and 
 Minnie, Mrs. Hauksbee and Mrs. Mallowe, 
 and very many others : 
 
 " One after another they filed by — 
 Trewinnard, the pet of his Department ; 
 Otis Yeere, lean and lanthorn- jawed ; 
 Crook O'Neil and Bobby Wick arm-in- 
 arm ; Janki Meah, the blind miner in 
 the Jimahari coal-fields ; Afzul Khan, 
 
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 the policeman ; the murderous Pathan 
 horse-dealer, Durga Dass ; the bunnia, 
 Boh Da Thone ; the dacoit, Dana Da, 
 weaver of false magic ; the Leander of 
 the Barhwi ford ; Peg Barney, drunk as 
 a coot ; Mrs. Delville, the dowd ; Dinah 
 Shadd, large, red-cheeked, and resolute ; 
 Simmons, Slane, and Losson ; Georgie 
 Porgie and his Burmese helpmate ; a 
 shadow in a high collar, who was all that 
 I had ever indicated of the Hawley Boy — 
 the nameless men and women who had trod 
 the Hill of Illusion and lived in the Tents 
 of Kedar, and last. His Majesty the 
 King." 
 
 Towards the end of this strange dreamy 
 fantasy — how our G. W. Steevens, who 
 wrote similar brilliant matter in his 
 "Monologues of the Dead," would have 
 revelled in this — ^there is a fine unfor- 
 gettable touch. Rabelais speaks to the 
 writer, touches him and starts : 
 
 " By the Great Bells of Notre Dame, 
 you are in the flesh — ^the warm flesh ! — 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 the flesh I quitted so long — ah, so long ! 
 And you fret and behave unseemly 
 because of these shadows 1 Listen now ! 
 I, even I, would give my Three, Panurge, 
 Gargantua and Pantagruel, for one little 
 hour of the life that is in you. And / 
 am the Master ! . . . " 
 
 The Devil of Discontent is supposed to 
 be the truth that lurks at the bottom of 
 the ink-well and, when the weary writer 
 has finished his story, poem, or essay, 
 appears — only to sneer at whatever the 
 effort was. Great literary names are 
 here rattled off like drumtaps with 
 consummate ease — Bret Harte, Mcirk 
 Twain, ever - to - be - remembered Walter 
 Besant, with many others — and a sound 
 of light mocking laughter is heard 
 throughout it all. 
 
 "Her Little Responsibility" — ^with the 
 long sub-title, " And No Man May Answer 
 for the Soul of His Brother" — ^is a slight 
 sketch of an English ne'er-do-well 
 encountered in America, a man " falling 
 
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THE LESS FAMILIAR KIPLING 
 
 down the ladder rung by rung." It is 
 a dark little picture of a Harrow boy's 
 degradation lit up, however, by obiter 
 dicta upon the way of a man with a 
 maid : 
 
 . "I don't think some men ought to 
 be allowed to fall in love any more 
 than they ought to be allowed to taste 
 whiskey." 
 
 " Never you make a woman swear 
 oaths of eternal constancy. She'll break 
 every one of them as soon as her mind 
 changes, and call you unjust for making 
 her swear them." 
 
 " You can tell nothing from a woman's 
 letter, though. If they want to hide 
 anything, they just double the ' dears ' 
 and ' darlings.' " 
 
 "A Menagerie Aboard," "It," "A 
 Smoke of Manila," and "A Little More 
 Beef " are most amusing sketches, but 
 "Griffiths, the Safe Man," is the best 
 thing in the way of droll exaggera- 
 tion since Twain made us laugh at 
 
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 "The Jumping Frog of Calavaras 
 County." 
 
 Griffiths and the teller of the tale went 
 to Japan together. But, first, here is 
 Griffiths etched for us by his Tormentor : 
 
 " He (Griffiths) says : 
 
 " ' Safe bind is safe find.' That, rather, 
 is what he used to say. He has seen 
 reason to alter his views. Everything 
 about Griffiths is safe — entirely safe. 
 His trunk is locked by two hermetical 
 gun-metal double-end Chubbs ; his bed- 
 ding-roll opens to a letter padlock capable 
 of two million combinations ; his hat- 
 box has a lever patent safety on it ; and 
 the grief of his life is that he cannot 
 lock up the ribs of his umbrella safely. 
 If you could get at his soul you would 
 find it ready strapped up and labelled for 
 heaven. That is Griffiths." 
 
 They were travelling from Kyoto to 
 Otsu. When they arrived, Griffiths, the 
 Safe Man, could not find their passports 
 or open his bag. The hotel proprietor 
 
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 fetched a policeman. Then more police 
 came plus soldiers, hotel staff, and about 
 fifty children, most of them directed to 
 the hotel by the mocking malice of 
 Grififiths' travelling companion. The fun 
 became fast, if not furious, until the 
 passport was found in the pocket of an 
 overcoat ! 
 
 " When Griffiths wanted to speak to 
 me I was on the other side of the regi- 
 ment of children in the passage, and he 
 had time to reflect before he could work 
 his way through them. 
 
 " They formed his guard-of -honour 
 when he took the bag to the locksmith. 
 
 " I abode on the mountains of Otsu 
 till dinner-time. ..." 
 
 55 
 
Abaft the Funnel 
 
 By 
 Rudyard Kipling 
 
 "Men in pajamas sitting abaft the funnel 
 and swapping lies of the purple seas " 
 
 AUTHORIZED EDITION 
 
 NEW YORK 
 
 DOUBLEDAY. PAGE & COMPANY 
 
 1909 
 
 Title-Page of "Abaft the Funnel." 
 
PART II. 
 
 SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA. 
 
 EPIGRAPH. 
 
 King Priyadarsin, Beloved of the Gods, 
 has caused this righteous edict to be 
 written, here plainly, there moderately, 
 and in a third place at full length. Thus 
 is everjrthing expressed everywhere known 
 to the great. Much has been caused to 
 be written, and he shall cause again to 
 write. Repetitions occur also in a cer- 
 tain measure on account of the agree- 
 ableness of various points, in order that 
 the people in that way be persuaded to 
 understand and follow them. . . . 
 —"History of Kathiawad" 
 
 (Bell, 1916). 
 
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 The United Service Colleges' Chronicle. 
 Twenty-nine numbers, quarto size, dated 
 Bideford, October, 1878 — December, 1894, 
 This set contains all of the numbers to 
 which Rudyard Kipling contributed. He 
 edited the paper from its fourth to its 
 tenth number inclusive, and all of these 
 issues contained verse or prose by him. 
 The only other numbers to .which he 
 contributed are twelve, sixteen, eighteen, 
 twenty-one, and twenty-eight. Some of 
 the later issues contained matter reprinted 
 from his works, but no contributions. 
 The set above named consists of num- 
 bers two to twenty-eight inclusive, 
 and numbers forty-one and fifty-eight. 
 Number eight is the proof copy with 
 corrections by Kipling. These are ex- 
 ceeding scarce. 
 
 " Schoolboy Lyrics," by Rudyard 
 Kipling. (Printed for private circula- 
 tion only.) Small i2mo size. Original 
 plain white covers. Lahore, 1881. 
 First Edition of Kipling's first book, 
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SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 printed in India by his parents while he 
 was at school in England. Very few 
 copies are known. 
 
 "Echoes." By Two Writers. Small 
 i2mo size. Lahore, 1884. This is the 
 First Edition of an exceedingly rare 
 little work. It was written by Rud- 
 yard Kipling and his sister Beatrice, 
 and contains imitations of the modern 
 English poets for the most part. This 
 copy bears an inscription in the hand- 
 writing of Kipling. Before the title 
 of each poem, in the index, there is 
 written the name of the poet whose style 
 had been imitated, and there are a 
 number of notes on the margins, all in 
 the handwriting of Kipling. It will be 
 remembered that a set of imitations of 
 great poets, by Kipling also, were pub- 
 lished in the Daily Mail, Lord North- 
 cliffe's astounding paper. These appeared 
 a few years ago and should have been 
 treasured, in case they are never re- 
 printed. 
 
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SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 Afinecopyof "Echoes," by Two Writers, 
 in the original paper covers, brought in 
 nearly £ioo for the Red Cross Sale at 
 Christies about a year ago. It had an 
 original unpublished poem inserted of 
 twenty-eight lines, " To the Ladies of 
 Warwick Gardens, by Rudy and Trix," 
 in the holograph of Rudyard Kipling, and 
 the name " Trix " written in the Index 
 against the poems by that writer. Pub- 
 lished, of course, at Lahore, The Civil 
 and Military Gazette Press (1884). In 
 The Athenceum for October 30th, 1897, 
 this work is especially referred to. 
 
 The autograph above mentioned is in- 
 teresting as a rare instance of the use 
 of the diminutive " Rudy." Elsewhere 
 " Nickson " is to be found as a nick- 
 name for Mr. Kipling. " Nicknames and 
 whippings when they are once laid on, 
 no one has discovered how to take o&," 
 said Landor in his "Imaginary Conversa- 
 tions." 
 
 The foregoing were referred to in a 
 62 
 
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 recent Literary Supplement to The Times 
 as follows : — 
 
 ";g20 each offered, 'Schoolboy Lyrics,' 
 Lahore, 1881, and 'Echoes,' by Two 
 Writers, Lahore, no date (1884). Kipling 
 Letters and MSS. also wanted." 
 
 ' * The Quartette." The Christmas Annual 
 of the Civil and Military Gazette. By 
 Four Anglo-Indian Writers. Octavo size. 
 Lahore, 1885. This constitutes the First 
 Edition, and the four writers were 
 Rudyard Kipling, his father, John Lock- 
 wood Kipling, his mother and his sister, 
 Beatrice. Truly a literary quadrille 
 d'honneur ! Kipling's contributions were 
 "The Phantom Rickshaw" and "The 
 Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes." 
 These two stories were afterwards re- 
 printed in the Indian Railway Library 
 Series, in the first instance, then, of 
 course, in every edition all over the hemi- 
 spheres. A copy of "The Quartette," 
 
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SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 with the inscription " To the Ladies of 
 Warwick Gardens, from the Four K's, 
 21. 12.85," in Rudyard Kipling's writing, 
 obtained ;g20 at a Red Cross Sale at 
 Christies. 
 
 "The Week's News." From the com- 
 mencement, January 7th, 1888, to Sep- 
 tember 15th, of that year. Published at 
 Allahabad, 1888. Some of Kipling's best- 
 known stories and studies " in Indian ink " 
 first had the light of print in the above 
 paper. A few of these stories appear not 
 to have been reprinted. 
 
 Among those that we know and love are 
 to be seen "Wee Willie Winkie," "The 
 Big Drunk Draf," "The Solid Muldoon," 
 etc., etc. Each issue contained a tale 
 by Kipling and also original contribu- 
 tions by writers as loudly proclaimed as 
 Bret Harte, Clark Russell, and John 
 Strange Winter. 
 
 " Turnovers," from the Civil and 
 Military Gazette. Lahore, 1888. Kipling 
 wrote in the first nine numbers of this 
 
 64 
 
SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 publication, and some of the contribu- 
 tions have not been reprinted in any of 
 his later collections that are obtainable 
 upon the usual demand. 
 
 Extract from Title and Preface. 
 
 " We have rescued from our columns 
 . . . some literary trifles, in the hope 
 that, like flies in amber, a few may be 
 found still to retain an interest . . . for 
 certain saving clauses : First, that 
 many kind friends have desired me to 
 have it done ; second, that, unlike resur- 
 rection pie at school, this is no com- 
 pulsory dish, for those that like it not 
 may leave it alone . . . Except for ex- 
 pansion into columns of more seemly 
 width, and some slight supervision of 
 late-discovered misprints, these are the 
 same articles printed again from the 
 same type as those which, I trust, in 
 the Civil and Military Gazette gave 
 their sympathetic readers some excuse 
 for smiles ; . . • and speaking on behalf 
 65 E 
 
SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 of ' Smith,' ' The Reveller,' ' Elianus,' 
 * Centurion,' ' The Subaltern,' ' Outis,' 
 and others — and still concealing my 
 own among those pseudonyms — I hope 
 that in this modest intention we are not 
 to be disappointed." 
 
 The Indian editions of "In Black and 
 White" contain at the end of the volume 
 a delightful piece of the writer's craft, 
 headed "The Dedication. To My Most 
 Deare Father." This dedication is in old 
 English of the time of Chaucer or Gower, 
 and is one of the many tricky literary 
 feats that Kipling is capable of, and 
 evidently delights in. His work in 
 literary parody that appeared some years 
 ago in Lord Northcliffe's front rank 
 paper will be recalled by all true Kip- 
 lingites. The Father of the Dedication 
 is of course John Lockwood Kipling, who 
 designed the covers of the book when he 
 was at the School of Art, Lahore. The 
 book was printed at the Pioneer Press, 
 
 66 
 
SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 Allahabad. Certain extracts here fol- 
 low : 
 
 " To My Molt Deare Father, 
 
 "When I Weis in your Hou£e and 
 we went abroade together, in the out- 
 fkirtes of the Citie, among the Gentoo 
 Wreftlours, you had poynted me how 
 in all E,pryzes he gooing forth flang 
 backe alwaies a Word to hym that had 
 inftruct hym in his Crafte to the better 
 Sneckynge of a Victorie or at the leafte 
 the auoidance of anie greate Defeate : 
 And prefentlie each man wolde run to 
 his Vjtad (which is as we fhoulde fay 
 Ma/ter) and geat fuch as he deferued of 
 Admonefhment, Reprouf, and Council, 
 concernynge the Gripp, the Houlde, 
 Crofs-buttock and Fall, and then lay to 
 afrelhe. 
 
 "In lyke manner I, drawynge back a 
 lytel, from this my Rabble and Encom- 
 pafment of Labour, have runn afyde 
 to you who were euer my Vftad and 
 
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 Speake as it were in your priuie Eare 
 (yet that others may knowe) that if I 
 have here done aught of Faire Crafte 
 and Reverentiall it is come from your 
 hande as trewly (but by i. Degree 
 remouen) as though it had been the 
 coperture of thys Booke that you haue 
 made for me in loue . . . Your Charitie 
 and the large Tendernefs that I haue 
 nowhere founde lenfe I haue gone from 
 your Houfe shall look upon it fauorably 
 and ouerpafs the Blemyfhes, Spottes, 
 Foul Crafte, and Maculations that do as 
 throughly marke it as anie Toil of Me. 
 None the lets it is fett prefomptoufly 
 before that Wilde Beafte the Publick 
 which, though when aparte and one by 
 one examined is but compolt of such 
 meere Men and Women as you in theyr 
 outwarde form peynt and I would fayne 
 peynt in theyr inward workynges, yet 
 in totaltie, is a Great and thanklefse 
 God (like unto Dagon) upon whofe Altars 
 a man muft offer of his Befte alone or 
 
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One f\ppEE. 
 
 A,H.WHEELER^C°-' Indiaw Railway Library 
 
 CoTer of the very rare "Letters of Marque." 
 
SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 the Prieftes (which they caul Reuiewers) 
 pack hym emptie awai. 
 
 • • • « • 
 
 " But thys I knowe, that if I fail or 
 if I geat my Wage from the God afore- 
 f ayd ; and thus dance perpetually before 
 the Altar till He be wearyed, the Wifdom 
 that made in my Vfe, when I was neere 
 to liften, and the Sweep and Swing 
 temperate of the Pen that, when I was 
 afarr, gaue me alwaies and untyryng the 
 moft delectable Tillage of that Wifdom 
 shall neuer be lackynge to me in Lyfe. 
 
 "And though I am more rich herein 
 than the richeft, my prelent Pouertie 
 can but make return in thys lytel Booke 
 which your owne Toil has nobilitated 
 beyon the deferuynge of the Writer your 
 Son." 
 
 Extract from the Introduction to 
 "In Black and White," by Kadir Baksh, 
 Khitmatgar. 
 
 These stories "In Black and White" 
 71 
 
SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 were reprinted in chief from "The Week's 
 News," published at Allahabad. The 
 Introduction is supposed to be written 
 by Rudyard Kipling's Khitmatgar, or 
 general man, Friday: — 
 
 " Hazur — Excellency — 
 
 "Through your favour this is 
 a book written by my Sahib. I know 
 that he wrote it because it was his custom 
 to write far into the night ; I greatly 
 desiring to go to my house. 
 
 " But there was no order : therefore 
 it was my fate to sit without the door 
 until the work was accomplished. Then 
 came I and made shut all the papers in 
 the office-box, and these papers, by the 
 peculiar operation of Time and owing to 
 the skilful manner in which I picked them 
 up from the floor, became such a book 
 as you now see. God alone knows what 
 is written therein, for I am a poor man 
 and the Sahib is my father and my 
 mother, and I have no concern with his 
 
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 writings until he has left his table and 
 gone to bed. 
 
 "Even as I picked the pages one by 
 one with great trouble from the floor, when 
 the Sahib had gone to bed, so have they 
 been placed : and there is not a fault 
 in the whole account. And this is my 
 work. It was a great burden, but I 
 accomplished it ; and if the Sahib gains 
 izzat by that which he has written — 
 and God knows what he is always 
 writing about — I, Kadir Baksh, his ser- 
 vant, also have a claim to honour." 
 
 Extract from the Preface to " Under 
 the Deodars " : — 
 
 " Strictly speaking, there should be no 
 preface to this, because it deals with 
 things that are not pretty and ugliness 
 that hurt. But it may be as well to try 
 to assure the ill-informed that India is 
 not entirely inhabited by men and women 
 
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SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 playing tennis with the Seventh Com- 
 mandment. . . . The drawback of collect- 
 ing dirt in one corner is that it gives a 
 false notion of the filth of the room. 
 Folk who understand and have know- 
 ledge of their own will be able to strike 
 fair averages. The opinions of people 
 who do not understand are somewhat 
 less valuable. 
 
 " In regard to the idea of the book, I 
 have no hope that the stories will be 
 of the least service to anyone. They are 
 meant to be read in railway trains and 
 are arranged and adorned for that end. 
 They ought to explain that there is no 
 particular profit in going wrong at any 
 time, under any circumstances or for any 
 consideration. But that is a large text 
 to handle at popular prices . . ." 
 
 "The Declaration of London." Five 
 stanzas in the Morning Post of June 29th, 
 191 1, beginning, "We were all of one 
 heart and one race." A few lines are 
 quoted here : 
 
 74 
 
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 THE DECLARATION OF LONDON. 
 
 [On the reassembly of Parliament after 
 the Coronation, the Government have no 
 intention of allowing their followers to 
 vote according to their individual convic- 
 tions on the Declaration of London, but 
 insist on a strictly party vote. — Daily 
 Paper.] 
 
 "We were all of one heart and one race 
 When the Abbey trumpets blew, 
 
 For a moment's breathing space 
 We had forgotten you. 
 
 Now you return to your honoured place 
 Panting to shame us anew. 
 
 " The light is still on our eyes 
 Of Faith and Gentlehood, 
 Of Service and Sacrifice, 
 
 And it does not match our mood. 
 To turn so soon to your sophistries 
 That starve our land of her food." 
 
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 "The Spies' March." Eight stanzas 
 and a refrain in The Literary Pageant, 
 a Charity Magazine issued on July i2th, 
 191 1, in aid of the Prince Francis of Teck 
 Memorial Fund for the Middlesex Hos- 
 pital. A few lines are quoted here : 
 
 [" The outbreak is in full swing and our 
 death-rate would sicken Napoleon. . . . 
 
 Dr. M died last week and C on 
 
 Monday, but some more medicoes are 
 coming. . . . We don't seem to be able 
 to check it at all. . . . Villagers panicking 
 badly. ... In some places not a living 
 soul. . . . But at any rate the experience 
 gained may come in useful, so I am 
 keeping my notes written up-to-date in 
 case of accidents. . . . Death is a queer 
 chap to live with for steady company." — 
 Extract from private letter.] 
 
 " There are no leaders to lead us to 
 honour, and yet without leaders we 
 sally, 
 
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 Each man reporting for duty alone — 
 
 out of sight — out of reach of his 
 
 fellow. 
 There are no bugles to call the battalion, 
 
 and yet without bugle we rally 
 From the ends of the earth to the ends 
 
 of the earth to follow the standard 
 
 of yellow ! 
 Fall in ! O fall in I O fall in 1 
 
 What does He next prepare ? 
 
 Whence will He spring the attack ? 
 By water, earth or air ? 
 
 How shall we head Him back ? 
 
 << 
 
 Can we starve Him out if we burn 
 
 Or bury His food-supply? 
 Creep through His lines and learn — 
 
 That is the work of a spy ! " 
 
 "A Burgher of the Free State." The 
 fourth of the uncollected " Stories of the 
 War." Published in the Daily Express 
 
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 for June 26th, 27th, 28th, 29th, and 
 July 2nd, 3rd, and 4th, 1900. A series of 
 pictures of Bloemfontein during the early 
 stages of the war written round the person 
 of Allen, foreman printer of the Bloem- 
 fontein Banner. He is the burgher, a 
 dour Scot, who has come to regard the 
 Orange Free State as home by reason 
 of forty years' sojourn. The paper 
 belongs to Mrs. Bergmann, and is edited 
 by Dessauer, her nephew, both being 
 under Transvaal influences. Allen fore- 
 sees that the entity of the Orange Free 
 State may be sacrificed by war. He 
 loathes the proposals to instigate the 
 blacks against the British, and hopes that 
 the statements published in the Banner, 
 that the English are utilising the Indian 
 Army against the Boers, is inaccurate. 
 Presently the town is occupied, the office 
 is taken over by the war correspondents, 
 from whom Allen learns that the tales 
 about the Indian troops are lies, printed 
 with intent to deceive the burghers. A 
 
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 proclamation, which was to have been 
 issued to the Basutos, is discovered in 
 the racks, but Allen so conducts himself 
 that the Englishman in charge suppresses 
 what Corbett, an American journalist in 
 the company, recognises as a scoop of 
 the biggest kind imaginable. 
 
 "The Enlightenments of Pagett, M.P." 
 Not collected in the English edition, but 
 included in "In Black and White," the 
 Oversea Edition. It appeared originally 
 in The Contemporary Review for Sep- 
 tember, 1890. Pagett is spending New 
 Year's Day with Orde, a former school- 
 mate who has " become a cog-wheel in 
 the machinery of the great Indian Govern- 
 ment." Orde seizes the opportunity to 
 bring Pagett face to face with facts calcu- 
 lated to remove some of the misconcep- 
 tions the English M.P. has formed. 
 Pagett complains about the treatment 
 meted out to him by Dawlishe, a judge 
 with whom he had foregathered, and 
 who had listened to his, Pagett's, theories 
 
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 and bluntly called them tommy rot. 
 Orde explains, and later a Mr. Edwards 
 calls, who throws light on certain notions, 
 also erroneous, which the M.P. has 
 formed about the working classes in 
 India. Orde also shows his visitor 
 sketches by Bishen Singh, a craftsman 
 in wood-carving, to whom Pagett is 
 introduced. Bishen Singh knows nothing 
 about the " National Congress Move- 
 ment," which is hear to Pagett's heart 
 and his imagination. The next person 
 to pay a duty-call on Orde is Rasul Ali 
 Khan, a Mohammedan landholder, who 
 intimated " with a smile which even 
 Mohammedan politeness could not save 
 from bitter scorn " that he also was in- 
 different to the movement. The next 
 visitors are a dozen cultivators, headed 
 by Jelloo, who have a grievance against 
 the people in a village adjacent to their 
 own, but they none of them had ever 
 heard of Pagett's National Congress. At 
 last a youthful student, Mr. Dina Nath, 
 
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 is introduced, who is left alone with the 
 M.P. He at least knows all about the 
 matter, but the interview only serves to 
 show Pagett how entirely wrong are his 
 views. Mr. Reginald Burke, the hero 
 of a Bank Fraud and " no politician 
 but a business man," expresses the 
 opinion emphatically that that " kind of 
 agitation is anything but wholesome for 
 the country." Finally, Dr. Eva McCreery 
 Lathrop opens the man's eyes to the 
 great need for more protection for the 
 native woman. 
 
 " Erastasius of the Whanghoa." The first 
 story in " Abaft the Funnel." Erastasius, 
 a tailless Japanese cat, falls down the 
 ventilating funnel of the " Whanghoa," 
 and is brought up from the stokehole 
 in a bucket. While he cleans himself, 
 the captain tells the passengers how 
 Erastasius saved a quarter of a million 
 dollars, by giving warning, on one voyage, 
 that a cargo of Chinese in the steerage 
 were plotting mischief. 
 
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 ' ' Fables for the Staff." During the S. A. 
 War, Kipling acted as associate editor of 
 The Friend, a Bloemfontein journal, 
 edited by the war correspondents with 
 Lord Roberts's force. For that publica- 
 tion Kipling wrote " King Log and King 
 Stork" (March 24th, 1900), "The Ele- 
 phant and the Lark's Nest " (March 24th, 
 1900), " The Persuasive Pom-Pom," 
 " Vain Horses," and Nos. five and six 
 not entitled. In the issue of April 2nd, 
 1900, was a poem entitled " A Song of 
 the White Man," of which Julian Ralph 
 states in "War's Brighter Side" that 
 it was written "to be read at a dinner in 
 Canada." The first line runs : " Now 
 this is the cup the white men drink." 
 Before Mr. Kipling " joined the staff " he 
 sent a contribution, " St. Patrick's Day " 
 (March 17th, 1900), beginning, " Oh ! 
 Terence, dear, and did you hear the news 
 that's going round?" Two four- line 
 stanzas constituted the first issue, but 
 six days later the whole of the poem, 
 
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 five stanzas of eight lines, was printed. 
 The Friend also contains two series 
 of " Kopje-Book Maxims," compiled 
 " with suggestive help from Perceval 
 Landon," the now famous traveller and 
 author. These maxims relate to horse, 
 foot, guns, etc. Those last named are 
 ascribed to the two journalists mentioned 
 and A. H. Gwynne. The editorial in 
 The Friend of April 2nd, 1900, bids 
 farewell to Mr. Kipling on his return to 
 Cape Town. The contributions to " The 
 Friend'" are reprinted in Julian Ralph's 
 "War's Brighter Side" published in 
 1 90 1. The book contains a portrait of 
 Mr. Kipling with the three other associate 
 editors. 
 
 "Folly Bridge." The second of the four 
 uncollected " Stories of the War." Pub- 
 lished in the Daily Express of June 15th 
 and 1 6th, 1900. McManus, an African 
 banker, is summoned to Bloemfontein by 
 the Commander-in-Chief of the British 
 Army and the High Commissioner to help 
 
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 to disentangle the finances of the State. 
 His passports require that his progress 
 is to be facilitated by every means. At 
 Folly Bridge, which has been blown up, 
 McManus and others have to walk from 
 one point to another to make connection. 
 The military orders are that none are 
 to be sent forward from one side unless 
 their passes are countersigned by the 
 officer, one Smith, behind. He, it hap- 
 pens, is taking his bath when the party 
 arrives. McManus goes ahead on foot, 
 but is held up by the officer on the other 
 bank of the Orange River. The situa- 
 tion is saved by the candid comments of 
 others of the party, including an officer 
 in charge of the " Little Man's " private 
 mail. 
 
 "For One Night Only." Uncollected 
 from Longman's Magazine of April, 1890. 
 A slight and somewhat farcical story 
 of an evening spent at the theatre by 
 a certain Mrs. Skittleworth and her 
 friends. 
 
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 " Half a Dozen Pictures." Printed, 
 according to the late Professor F. York 
 Powell, in the Civil and Military Gazette 
 of Lahore, September 3rd and 5th, 
 1892. 
 
 "Haunted Subalterns." Horrocks and 
 Tesser of the Inextinguishables are 
 bothered with ghosts in the quarters, 
 which turn their room upside-down and 
 break the s^irings of one man's banjo. 
 Neither Tesser nor Horrocks, alone or 
 together, can get at the bottom of the 
 matter, and when Tesser goes off with 
 a junior to a fort, his ghost, with a 
 banjo, follows him. The junior subaltern 
 declares he will not stay with Tesser, and 
 is relieved by Horrocks. The two men 
 still fail to find what is wrong, though 
 they discover that Horrocks's ghost is 
 local, while the banjo-player is personal. 
 This story is included in the Outward 
 Bound Edition, but is not in the Eng- 
 lish. 
 
 " The Horse Marines." An uncollected 
 
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 story which appeared in Pearson's Maga- 
 zine, October, 1910, with illustrations 
 by Charles Crombie. The preface is an 
 extract from a daily paper regarding a 
 question put to the Right Honourable 
 R. B. Haldane, Secretary of State for 
 War, on April i8th, 1910 (Haldane of the 
 Spiritual Home). Lord Ronaldshay asked 
 if rocking-horses were to be supplied to 
 all the county regiments for teaching 
 recruits to ride. Mr. Haldane, replying, 
 described the dummy horses on rockers, 
 which had been tested with satisfactory 
 results. . . . The rodking-horses were 
 made at Woolwich and were quite cheap. 
 Kipling's story is a satirical comment upon 
 the practice. Therein are reintroduced 
 Lieutenant Morshed, Pyecroft, and Leg- 
 gatt, along with a contingent of Boy 
 Scouts, and a French sailor named Jules. 
 The four men, under Morshed's leader- 
 ship, contrive to introduce a rocking-horse 
 into the camp where army manoeuvres 
 are in progress. This they place on a pile 
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 of mangold-wurzels, and call attention 
 to it by letting off fireworks. The result 
 is an encounter between the men, in 
 which the roots serve as missiles. 
 
 "The Lamentable Comedy of Willow 
 Wood." An uncollected dialogue pub- 
 lished in The Fortnightly Review, May, 
 1890. He and She, riding on the downs, 
 discuss their hosts the Deeleys, and 
 their fellow-guests Oulthorp, Miss Julia 
 Massing, Mr. and Mrs. DoUins, and Mr. 
 Warbstow. 
 
 "The Last Relief." An Indian story 
 which appeared in the first number of 
 The Ludgate Monthly, May, 1891. It 
 was illustrated by Mr. Frederick Waddy, 
 and has not been included in any book. 
 A very poignant story that Kiplingites 
 greatly admired, and still admire. 
 
 " The Legs of Sister Ursula." A story, 
 not collected, from The Idler, of June, 
 1893, where it was illustrated by Hal 
 Hurst. A nursing sister steps out on 
 to a corridor, and the door closing after 
 
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 her, she finds that she is cut off from her 
 patient, who is suffering from a nervous 
 mental breakdown. She succeeds in get- 
 ting back to her duty by ascending the 
 fire-escape ladder, but in so doing 
 attracts the attention of Cott Van Cott, 
 a violinist possessing a Strad. He thinks 
 there is a fire, and follows the nun. The 
 humour of the adventure strikes the 
 patient, and helps him to throw off the 
 depression which had almost led him to 
 commit suicide. 
 
 It was published also in McCl/ure's 
 Magazine, March, 1894. 
 
 " Mrs. Hauksbee Sits Out." An " un- 
 historical extravaganza," published in 
 The Illustrated London News Christmas 
 Number for 1890, fully, and admirably, 
 illustrated by A. Forestier. The main 
 idea is that May Holt, staying with an 
 aunt, Mrs. Scriffshaw, at Simla, wishes to 
 go to a Volunteer ball. Mrs. Scriffshaw 
 withholds permission, and May seeks the 
 help of Mrs. Hauksbee, and persuades her 
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 uncle, Lieutenant- Colonel J. Scriffshaw, 
 to accompany her. At the ball, Mrs. 
 Hauksbee takes charge. May is taken 
 over by Charles Hilton Hawley, with 
 whom she is in love. Mrs. Scriffshaw is 
 kept occupied by Major Decker, an Irish- 
 man with a persuasive tongue, and after- 
 wards by H.E. The Viceroy. When the 
 inevitable collision occurs, Mrs. Hauksbee 
 contrives to transfer May to the Viceroy 
 and lets Hawley tackle the aunt. By 
 sheer bluff he reduces the lady to a con- 
 dition in which she will grant him any- 
 thing, to the delight of His Excellency, who 
 overhears the conversation, and places 
 the boy on his staff for a month. The 
 story is not in the English Collection, 
 but is included in the Outward Bound 
 Edition. 
 
 It is in dialogue largely, and contains 
 some delightful verses explaining or com- 
 menting upon the actions and intentions 
 of the characters in the extravaganza — as 
 the Chorus does in Greek Drama. Thus 
 
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 when the horses of the lovers are brought 
 together, the Little Blind Devil of Chance 
 sings : 
 
 " Ona road that is pied 
 As a panther's hide 
 The shadows flicker and dance, 
 The leaves that make them 
 My hand shall shake them, 
 The hand of the Devil of Chance, 
 The Little Blind Devil of Chance." 
 
 ' ' My Personal Experiences with a Tiger. ' ' 
 This title is presented in Guthrie's 
 " Reader's Guide to Periodical Litera- 
 ture" as having been published in The 
 Ladies' Home Journal (American), Jan- 
 uary, 1902. Not collected. Other titles 
 mentioned by the same authority are 
 " New Auld Lang Syne," " The Rovers," 
 and " Things and the Man." These 
 cannot at present be traced. It may be 
 that future research will bring them to 
 light. 
 
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 " The Outsider." The Third of the un- 
 collected *• Stories of the War." Pub- 
 lished in the Daily Express for June 19th, 
 20th, and 2 1st, 1900 ; also in McClure's 
 Magazine, July, 1900. Part I. intro- 
 duces Gentleman Cadet Walter Setton, 
 of the Royal Rutlatids, his clerical father 
 and mother ; also in another part of 
 the globe, Mr. J. Thrupp, the highly 
 efficient foreman mechanic in a South 
 African mine. Part II. is concerned with 
 the early training of Lieutenant Setton, 
 of his scorn for " outsiders," and the 
 circumstances which lead to his being 
 in charge of a station hard by a bridge 
 which the Boers had destroyed. Thither 
 comes a party belonging to Phil Ten- 
 broek's Railway Pioneer Corps, in charge 
 of one Hagan, with Private Jerry Thrupp 
 among his gang. Hagan wants to restore 
 communications between the mines and 
 the coast. To all of Setton's remarks 
 he has only one reply : " / want to get 
 back to the Rand." The way the man 
 
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 disregards him irritates the young officer. 
 Tenbroek recalls Hagan for work on 
 another section, and Thrupp is left in 
 charge at a critical time. The spans 
 across the river are in place and are being 
 riveted up, when Setton interferes, draws 
 off the soldiers on the derricks, and in 
 consequence the rivets are sheared and 
 the two girders drop. Jerry's remarks 
 are designated " insolence," and he is. 
 put under arrest. Later there appears 
 Colonel Palling, E.R., and Hagan, who 
 take in the situation. Lieutenant Setton 
 is transferred. 
 
 The Outward Bound Edition. The 
 preface to this American edition of Mr. 
 Kipling's works, which was begun in 
 1897 (Charles Scribners Sons), indicates 
 that " Bitters Neat " and " Haunted 
 Subalterns " are included in " Plain 
 Tales from the Hills"; "Mrs. Hauksbee 
 Sits Out " with " Under the Deodars " ; 
 and " The Enlightenments of Pagett, 
 M.P." with " In Black and White." The 
 
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 first volume has for a frontispiece a full- 
 face portrait of Mr. Kipling executed in 
 photogravure. Thirty-six illustrations 
 from pictures in relief in clay by Mr. J. 
 Lockwood Kipling enrich the edition. 
 There is an introduction addressed " To 
 the Nakhoda, or Skipper, of this venture," 
 and has for a sub-title, "A Letter or 
 Bill of Instruction from the Owner," 
 wherein is set forth, in terms and 
 sentences reminiscent of the East, how 
 the aforesaid Nakhoda may dispose the 
 cargo to attract the men who would 
 trade, and women who should know 
 " that many of the cloths are double and 
 treble-figured, giving a new pattern in 
 a shift of light." Moreover, it is enjoined 
 that when " the little children come down 
 to the beaches " the Nakhoda is "to 
 hide away that which is uncomely . . . 
 and spare nothing of the painted clay 
 figures, the talking apes ... to give 
 them pleasure." 
 
 " Some Notes on a Bill." A set of verses 
 
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 contributed to The Author of July ist, 
 1 891, at a time when the author was 
 suffering from American piratical publi- 
 cation of his work. It is delightfully 
 frank, and has some naive, illuminating 
 foot-notes. It has not been collected. A 
 few of its quaintest lines are here quoted : 
 
 " Softly sang the British Author, for 
 
 a dream was in his brain 
 Of landaus from Long Acre and of houses 
 
 in Park Lane ; 
 But ere he went to Tattersall's or changed 
 
 his modest dwelling 
 He explained, per Western Union, his 
 
 objections to their spelling. 
 
 " 'Oh, my Largest Reading Public,' thus 
 
 the coded cable came, 
 'You drop one (hell) in "travelling" and 
 — ^get there just the same : 
 If to Webster and to Worcester, and 
 
 your sauce at large I grovel. 
 It will vulgarize our fiction — taint 
 the Holy British Novel.'" 
 
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 " An Unqualified Pilot." An uncollected 
 story of the Hugli river, printed in The 
 Windsor Magazine of February, 1895, 
 Four illustrations and a tail-piece by 
 Cecil Aldin accompany the text. The 
 story is concerned with Martin Trevor, 
 the senior pilot on the Hugli, whose 
 young son resolves, in spite of his father's 
 wishes and threats, to become a pilot. 
 He proves his capacity by steering a 
 Chinese craft with six pigtails while as 
 many Celestials handle the tiller, making 
 a stalking horse of his father. As a 
 result he was turned over to his father's 
 friend, McEwen, for a proper training. 
 
 "The Way That He Took." The first 
 of some uncollected stories of war. 
 Published in the Daily Express of June 
 1 2th, 13th, and 14th, 1900. Reprinted 
 in The Cosmopolitan Magazine, Novem- 
 ber and December, 1900. Part I. intro- 
 duces a Major and a Captain of Mounted 
 Infantry guarding a railway station. To 
 them comes a hospital train carrying, 
 
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 besides doctors and others, Sisters Dorothy 
 and Margaret. The train is delayed by 
 a leaking boiler, giving the nurses, 
 doctors, and officers an opportunity for 
 tea and intercourse. In the course of a 
 stroll Sister Margaret explains to the 
 Captain that she is of South African 
 birth ; that she loves the veldt, but that 
 it was an injunction of her youthful 
 days never to "go back by the way we 
 had come." Part II. shifts the scene 
 to a Boer camp, and lays bare a plot 
 to trap a company of British soldiers. 
 Part III. shows how the Captain of 
 Mounted Infantry walked into the trap, 
 discovered his mistake, remembered the 
 nurse's words, and by going back a 
 different way won out safely ; reported 
 that it was a draw to his superior officer, 
 who demanded whether " you expect an 
 officer of my experience to believe that." 
 
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 NOTES UPON SCHOOL BOOKS, 
 ORIGINAL MANUSCRIPTS, AND 
 OTHER PERSONAL MATERIAL OF 
 R. K. 
 
 (In An American Collection.) 
 
 MERIVALE (Charles). The Roman 
 Triumvirates. Map. i8mo, cloth (small 
 piece torn from half-title). London, 
 1877. 
 Used by Kipling when at school. His 
 name is printed in ink on the fore- 
 edge, there are a few notes on the 
 margins, and a list of references at 
 the back. 
 
 OVID. P. Ovidii Nasonis Fastorum. 
 Liber VI. Edited with notes by A. 
 Sedgwick. i6mo, cloth (loose in covers). 
 Cambridge, 1877. 
 
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 Used by Kipling while at school. 
 Almost every page contains draw- 
 ings of musical instruments, 
 fanciful animals, parts of the human 
 body, scribblings, etc. On page 31 
 his name appears. An exceedingly 
 interesting item. 
 
 BELCHER (Rev. Henry). Short Exer- 
 cises in Latin Prose Composition (Part II.). 
 i8mo, cloth (piece cut from half-title). 
 London, 1879. 
 
 Used by Kipling when a schoolboy. 
 His name is printed in ink on the 
 fly-leaf in two places, and once on 
 the cover. There are notes in Latin 
 on one page, and at the back there 
 is a drawing of a Deodar tree. 
 
 MANUSCRIPT POEM written by 
 Rudyard Kipling at an early age. Forty- 
 four lines on two pieces of paper fastened 
 together in the shape of a narrow folio, 
 entitled " The Legend of the Cedar 
 
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 Swamp," and signed at the end "J. R. 
 
 Kipling." In a morocco slip-case. 
 An unpublished poem, written some- 
 what earlier than his Scribbler {quod 
 vide) contributions. The beginning 
 will give an idea of its character : 
 
 " Darkness lay thick where'er we trod 
 Alone with Nature and with God, 
 Deep bogs were many round our way. 
 And here 'twas half night and half day." 
 
 " THE SCRIBBLER." " Dulce est desi- 
 pere in loco." Vol. I., No. 12 ; Vol. II., 
 Numbers i and 3. Together 3 Numbers, 
 folio, no covers. Hammersmith, 1879- 
 1880. 
 
 The Scribbler was a home maga- 
 zine written and edited by the chil- 
 dren of Burne-Jones, William Morris, 
 and by Rudyard Kipling himself. 
 It was begun in November, 1878, 
 and lasted until March, 1880. The 
 copies (there were two only of each 
 
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 issue) were written on foolscap sheets 
 by Miss May Morris and her sister. 
 Rudyard Kipling was an occasional 
 contributor, writing under the nom 
 de plume of " Nickson," and the 
 above three numbers contain a story 
 in two instalments, entitled " My 
 First Adventure," and a poem, " The 
 Pillow Fight," by him. With the 
 above is an A.L.S. by Miss Morris 
 regarding The Scribbler. 
 
 MANUSCRIPT POEM written by 
 Kipling for The Scribbler, when he 
 was a lad. Three pp., small 4to. Forty-two 
 lines divided into seven stanzas, with the 
 heading " The Dusky Crew," Signed 
 with his nom de plume " Nickson." In 
 a cardboard slip-case. 
 
 The above manuscript, together with 
 the two others in this catalogue, was 
 secured from Miss May Morris, who 
 was the scribe for the juvenile 
 periodical for which it was written. 
 
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 The Scribbler expired long before 
 the poems could be included, and 
 these were found long afterwards 
 among a mass of " copy " by various 
 hands. Miss Morris and Mr. Price, 
 Kipling's old schoolmaster, both testi- 
 fied to the genuineness of the pieces 
 before they were sent to this country. 
 
 MANUSCRIPT POEM written by 
 Kipling for The Scribbler. Three pp., 
 small 4to, containing fifty-one lines of a 
 poem with the title "The Night Before." 
 Signed " Nickson." In a cardboard slip- 
 case. 
 
 MANUSCRIPT POEM written by 
 Kipling for The Scribbler. Fourteen 
 lines on an oblong i2mo slip of paper, 
 with the title "Job's Wife." Signed at 
 the end " Nickson." 
 
 A delightfully tragic piece beginning : 
 " Curse now thy God and die, for all 
 is done." 
 
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 MANUSCRIPT VALENTINE in the 
 handwriting of Rudyard Kipling. Written 
 on a piece of parchment of i8mo size. 
 Signed with initials in a monogram. 
 On one side there is a poem of twenty- 
 four lines, " To A. E. W., A Song 
 of St. Valentine." On the reverse 
 side are eight lines without heading, 
 which read : 
 
 " There is one greeting for all — 
 One salutation, 
 When Birds flit or Flowers fall. 
 Or the Maid quits the Station : — 
 
 " Come back, with the cooler Spring Wind, 
 For the dand lieth lonely ; 
 Come back — ^for ye leave us behind 
 Sweet memories only." 
 
 R. K. 
 February i^h, 1884. 
 
 UNITED SERVICE PROPRIETARY 
 COLLEGE, Westward Ho, N. Devon. 
 
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 School Lists. Fourteen pieces, 8vo and 
 
 i6nio, original wrappers. Bideford, 1878- 
 
 1882. 
 
 This set covers the period of Kipling's 
 
 school life at Bideford, and shows his 
 
 standing in hi^ various studies. It 
 
 is interesting to know that he won 
 
 a prize for English poetry. Very 
 
 difficult to obtain. 
 
 PROGRAMME for " The Rivals " and 
 " The Dead Shot " as performed Tues- 
 day, December 20th, 1881, at the United 
 Services College Christmas Pastimes. 
 Four pp., i2mo, no imprint. 
 
 In " The Rivals " Kipling is cast as 
 Sir Anthony Absolute, and G. C. 
 Beresford and L. C. Dunsterville 
 (the Stalky and McTurk of his school- 
 boy stories) have the parts of Sir 
 Lucius O'Trigger and Mrs. Malaprop. 
 With the above is an A.L.S. from Mr. 
 Gifford White, who played in the 
 second piece on the programme. 
 
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 SOME BOOKS ABOUT KIPLING AND 
 HIS WRITINGS. 
 
 (In An American Collection.) 
 
 "THE COURTING OF DINAH SHADD." 
 A Contribution to a Bibliography of the 
 Writings of Rudyard Kipling. i2mo, 
 original paper wrappers, uncut. (Jamaica : 
 Marion Press, 1898). Edition limited to 
 150 copies. 
 
 A GLOSSARY to Accompany Depart- 
 mental Ditties as Written by Rudyard 
 Kipling. i2mo, cloth, gilt top, uncut. 
 New York, 1899. 
 
 CLEMENS (Will M.). "A Ken of 
 Kipling, being a Biographical Sketch of 
 Rudyard Kipling, with an Appreciation 
 and some Anecdotes." Portrait and two 
 illustrations. i2mo, cloth, uncut. New 
 York, 1899. 
 
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 KNOWLES (Frederick Lawrence). "A 
 Kipling Primer." Including Biographical 
 and Critical Chapters, and Index to Mr. 
 Kipling's Principal Writings and Bib- 
 liographies. Portraits. i2mo, cloth. 
 Boston, 1899. 
 
 MONKSHOOD (G. F.). "Rudyard 
 Kipling. An Attempt at Appreciation." 
 Portrait, and autograph letter to the 
 Author. First Edition. i2mo, cloth, 
 gilt top. London, 1899. 
 
 NORTON (Charles Eliot). "Rudyard 
 Kipling. A Biographical Sketch." Por- 
 trait. i2mo, boards, uncut. New 
 York, 1899. Edition limited to 100 
 copies. 
 
 PARKER (W. B.). "The Religion of 
 Mr. Kipling." First Edition. i2mo, 
 boards, cloth back, uncut. New York, 
 1899. 
 
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 RALPH (Julian). "War's Brighter Side." 
 The Story of The Friend. Newspaper 
 edited by the Correspondents with Lord 
 Roberts's Forces, March- April, 1900. 
 With fifteen illustrations. 8vo, cloth, 
 gilt top, uncut. London, 1901. 
 
 Poems and other material by Kipling 
 appear here for the first time in book 
 form. 
 
 "THE WORKS of Rudyard Kipling." 
 The Description of a Set of the First 
 Editions of his Books, in the Library of a 
 New York Collector. With Portrait, signed 
 in pencil, by T. Johnson, and facsimiles. 
 Royal 8vo, boards, uncut. New York, 
 1 90 1. (One of twelve copies printed on 
 Japan paper.) 
 
 "FORSTER'S NOTE BOOK on 
 Kipling." No. i, Birmingham (1898). 
 Rudyard Kipling. New York, 1899. 
 Together two pieces, i2mo and i6mo, 
 paper. 
 
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 FROM A LETTER TO VICOMTE 
 D'HUMlkRES, 1904. 
 
 " There exists — I am glad you did not 
 see it — an England which, ruined by 
 excess of comfort, has gone to sleep and, 
 because it snores loudly, believes that 
 it is thinking. 
 
 " Your comments on the Army seem 
 to me very just. Above all, you have put 
 your finger upon one vital point of our 
 training when you speak of the men who 
 ' understand that they must not under- 
 stand.' I think that is at the bottom 
 of many of our successes and our failures. 
 It is the first thing which we teach our 
 boys. . . . Believe me, I agree most cor- 
 dially with all you say on the value of a 
 good understanding between our coun- 
 tries ; and this not only for the need of 
 to-day, but for the hope of to-morrow. 
 The two lands, so it seems to me, supple- 
 ment each other in temperament and 
 
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 outlook, in logic and fact. Even if this 
 were not the case, we must remember that 
 there is not so much of liberty left in 
 Eastern Europe that the two leaders of 
 Freedom should dare to dispute between 
 themselves. We both haye to deal with 
 the ' unf rei ' peoples, the veiled and 
 cramped lands where the word of a king 
 is absolute power. If we should quarrel, 
 who will profit? The Middle Ages with 
 the modern guns, isn't that true? . . . 
 No, our ' chastity ' is not all cant. It 
 is an administrative necessity forced upon 
 us by the density of the population. 
 Imagine a land with four hundred people 
 to the square mile — if they were pene- 
 trated with a refined and enduring 
 sensuality ! It would be an orgy ! It 
 would impede traffic. Consequently we 
 are brief and business-like in such 
 matters. Also it is a meat-fed people of 
 whom 6,000,000 (or more than one- 
 seventh) live in a city which, for five 
 months of the year, swims in semi- 
 
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 obscurity alternating with profound dark- 
 ness. We realise that this is exciting 
 to certain wine-centres and we — ^the land 
 — ^take exercise to counteract the stimulus. 
 " 'We understand that we must not 
 understand.' To understand everything 
 may be to pardon everything, but it also 
 means to commit everything ..." 
 
 FROM A PREFATORY LETTER TO 
 "THE COMPLETE MOTORIST," 1904. 
 
 " Any fool can invent anything, as 
 any fool can wait to buy the invention 
 when it is thoroughly perfected ; but 
 the men to reverence, to admire, to write 
 odes and erect statues to, are those 
 Prometheuses and Ixions (maniacs you 
 used to call us) who chase the 
 inchoate idea of fixity up and down the 
 King's Highway ... It is the Car . . . 
 that we have to thank for the quickened 
 intellect, the alerter eye, the more agile 
 
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 limbs, and the less unquenchable thirst 
 of our fellow-citizens ..." 
 
 RUDYARD KIPLING IN TRANSLA- 
 TIONS. 
 
 A number of the twenty or so prose 
 writings of Kipling have been translated 
 into French by Count Robert d'Humieres 
 and Monsieur L. Fabulet. They were most 
 warmly welcomed. Very long and appre- 
 ciative essays upon him have also appeared 
 in France, notably in the Revue des Deux 
 Mondes over the signature of Mon. Roz. 
 I am not sure whether the three plays 
 ("The Harbour Watch," "The Light that 
 Failed," and "The Man Who Was") have 
 been produced upon French boards. 
 
 There have been Spanish, Dutch, and 
 German translations of certain books. 
 " Captains Courageous ' ' has been published 
 in Icelandic, at Reykjavik, and our old 
 and esteemed little friend "Kim" would 
 be proud and amused to know that he 
 
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 figures in one out-of-the-way translated 
 form as "PFelozila Pavla Mondra," 
 whatever that may completely and 
 precisely mean 1 
 
 The translations into French have 
 been a great success, although it is rather 
 a pity that many of the stories have been 
 re-grouped. This mode of procedure 
 makes it difficult or at least inconvenient 
 to find certain of them. 
 
 RUDYARD KIPLING'S BOOKLET 
 ENTITLED "DOCTORS." 
 
 This booklet I here mention — ^pub- 
 lished in 1908, bound in the familiar red, 
 and adorned with the familiar svastika — 
 as it does not seem to be as well known 
 as it should be, and certainly has an 
 especial interest at the present moment 
 when those lords of life and death, 
 the judges of our tongues and pulses, 
 are so much demanded and honoured. 
 " Doctors " was an address delivered 
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 at the Middlesex Hospital. The booklet 
 is packed with obiter dicta in the 
 best, the most-admired mould and 
 manner of the great author. By con- 
 tinuing to quote all the good things one 
 would indubitably reprint the whole 
 thing. But I do not wish to resist copy- 
 ing two paragraphs that linger in the 
 honey of memory long after the eyes 
 have done their duty. Paragraph One 
 shows us that Kipling knows his Bishop 
 Butler : 
 
 " You remain now perhaps the only 
 class that dares to tell the world that we 
 can get no more out of a machine than 
 we put into it ; that if the fathers 
 have eaten forbidden fruit the children's 
 teeth are very liable to be affected. Your 
 training shows you daily and directly 
 that things are what they are, and that 
 their consequences will be what they will 
 be and that we deceive no one but our- 
 selves when we pretend otherwise." 
 
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 " May I remind you of some of your 
 privileges ? You and kings are about the 
 only people whose explanations the police 
 will accept if you exceed the legal limit 
 in your car. On presentation of your 
 visiting card you can pass through the 
 most turbulent crowd unmolested ; even 
 with applause. If you fly a yellow flag 
 over a centre of population you can turn 
 it into a desert. If you choose to fly 
 a Red Cross flag over a desert you can 
 turn it into a centre of population to- 
 wards which, as I have seen, men will 
 crawl on hands and knees. You can 
 forbid any ship to enter any port in the 
 world. If you think it necessary to the 
 success of any operation in which you 
 are interested, you can stop a 20,000 ton 
 liner with her mails in mid-ocean till 
 that operation is completed." 
 
 A long, but deeply interesting, preface 
 to " Doctors " was written by the late 
 and deeply regretted author, Reginald 
 Lucas. He was the able biographer of 
 
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 the late Prince Francis of Teck, and also 
 author of several books, half essay, half 
 fancy, that were much appreciated by 
 the Intelligentzia, here and elsewhere. A 
 pathetic, and most ironic, fact is that this 
 gentleman of letters took his own life 
 in the Albany, Piccadilly, soon after the 
 successful issue of his book entitled 
 "The Cheerful Day"! 
 
 THE "MOTHER O' MINE" POEM. 
 
 I clearly recall the spring of 1901 and 
 a certain charming drawing-room in the 
 Parks, Oxford, when Kipling's " Light that 
 Failed " had just arrived. (Indeed I have 
 especial memories connected with the 
 appearance of certainly all the early 
 volumes. What Kiplingite has not?) 
 Some one read aloud the really beautiful 
 Dedication to " Mother o' Mine." 
 " Splendid ! " uttered fervently a scholar 
 and man of letters who was being taught 
 
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 the Real Kipling. " Splendid ; it has 
 that rare, clear-cut touch of the classic 
 poets of emotion." He continued in the 
 drawling, convincing voice -we loved 
 to speak of Bion and Moschus and of 
 what he called the Art of Perfect Presen- 
 tation as seen in Catullus, TibuUus, and 
 Propertius. " Mother o' Mine," he con- 
 cluded, "is a pure gem of literature." 
 That appraiser has passed for ever. Some 
 years later a much used copy of the 
 book was found lying upon an Oxford 
 book-stall. Upon one of the blank end- 
 papers some one had attempted another 
 verse of "Mother o' Mine." I copy it here 
 as a curiosity of the sincerest form of 
 flattery : 
 
 "7/7 were damned for ever and aye, 
 I know that for ever you then would 
 
 pray, 
 That my soul might be whole at the last 
 
 dread day. 
 Mother o' Mine, Mother o' Mine." 
 
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 "The Light that Failed" originally 
 appeared in Lippincott's Magazine with an 
 engraved portrait of its author by an 
 artist named Gribayedorff. In the cloth- 
 bound book form, as issued by Ward, 
 Lock & Co., it was a longer narrative, 
 containing, for instance, more of the 
 cunning and amusing chatter of the war 
 correspondents. 
 
 LESS KNOWN KIPLING PARODIES. 
 
 A whole book and a big one could be 
 compiled of parodies of Kipling's verse 
 alone. " When in doubt, parody Kipling," 
 must have been a standing order issued 
 by the editors of University papers to 
 the brilliant young undergrads whose 
 inklingerings helped to charm lotus days 
 by Isis and Cam. I have met, and 
 detained, two American parodies so good 
 that it is surprising they are not better 
 known. But I do not recall seeing 
 
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 either of them in English books or in 
 Magazinedom. They were written by 
 E. P. C. and G. W. Carryl respectively. 
 The latter gentleman is an adroit and 
 witty writer of books in belles-lettres. 
 
 AFTER KIPLING. 
 
 FUZZY WUZZY LEAVES US. 
 
 We've been visited by men across the 
 seas, 
 And some of them could write, and 
 some could not ; 
 The English, French, and German — ^whom 
 you please. 
 But Kipling was the finest of the lot. 
 In sooth, we're loath to lose him from 
 our list ; 
 Though he's not been wholly kind in 
 all his dealings ; 
 Indeed from first to last I must insist, 
 He has played the cat and banjo with 
 our feelings. 
 
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 But here's io you, Mr. Kipling, with 
 
 your comments and your slurs ; 
 You're a poor, benighted Briton, but 
 
 the Prince of Raconteurs ! 
 We'll give you your certificate, and if 
 
 you want it signed, 
 Come back and have a fling at us 
 
 whenever you're inclined ! 
 
 You harrowed us with murder and with 
 blood ; 
 You dipped us deep in Sithla's petty 
 guile ; 
 Yet we have found ourselves misunder- 
 stood 
 When we served you a sensation in 
 our style ; 
 
 But here's to you, Mr. Kipling, and the 
 
 boys of Lung-tung-pen, 
 And all we have to ask you is, make 'em 
 
 kill again ! 
 
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 For though we're crude in some things 
 here, which fact I much deplore, 
 
 We know Genius when we see it, and 
 we're not afraid of gore. 
 
 And yet we love you best on Greenhough 
 Hill, 
 By Bisesa and her sisters dark per- 
 plext ; 
 In your sermons which have power to 
 lift and thrill 
 Just because they have the heart of 
 man as text ; 
 And when you bend, the little ones to 
 please. 
 With Bagheera and Baloo at hide-and- 
 seek. 
 Oh ! a happy hour with Mowgli in the 
 trees 
 Sets a little chap a-dreaming for a week. 
 
 So, here's to you, Mr. Kipling, and 
 
 to Mowgli and Old Kaa 
 And to her who loved and waited where 
 
 the Gates of Sorrow are ; 
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 For where is brush more potent to 
 
 paint since Art began 
 The white love of a woman and the 
 
 red blood of a man P 
 
 So, since to us you've given such delight, 
 We hope that you won't think us quite 
 so bad. 
 You're all hot sand and ginger, when you 
 write, 
 But we're sure you're only shamming 
 when you're " mad." 
 Yet so you leave us Gunga Din's salaam, 
 So you incarnate Mulvaney on a spree ; 
 Mr. Kipling, sir, we do not " care a 
 damn " 
 For the comments you may make on 
 such as we ! 
 
 Then here's to you, Mr. Kipling, and 
 
 Columbia avers. 
 You're a poor benighted Briton, but 
 
 the Prince of Raconteurs. 
 
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 You may scathe us, and may leave us ; 
 
 still in our hearts will stay 
 The man who made Mulvaney and 
 
 the Road to Mandalay. 
 
 A BALLAD 
 (In the manner of R-dy-rd K-pl-ng). 
 
 As I was walkin' the jungle round, a- 
 
 killin' of tigers and time ; 
 I seed a kind of an author man a-writin' 
 
 a rousin' rhyme ; 
 'E was writin' a mile a minute an' more, 
 
 an' I sez to 'im, " 'Oo are you ? " 
 Sez 'e, " I'm a poet — 'er Majesty's poet — 
 
 soldier an' sailor, too ! " 
 
 An' 'is poem began in Ispahan an' ended 
 
 in Kalamazoo, 
 It 'ad Army in it, an' Navy in it, an' jungle 
 
 sprinkled through, 
 
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 For 'e was a poet — 'er Majesty's poet — 
 soldier and sailor, lioo ! 
 
 • • a ■ • 
 
 'E'U take you up to the Ar'tic zone, 'e'U 
 
 take you down to the Nile, 
 'E'U give you a barrack ballad in the 
 
 Tommy Atkins style, 
 Or 'e'll sing you a Dipsy Chantey, as 
 
 the blooming bo'suns do, 
 For 'e is a poet — 'er Majesty's poet — 
 
 soldier an' sailor, too. 
 
 An' there isn't no room for others, an* 
 
 there's nothin' left to do ; 
 'E 'as sailed the main from the 'Orn to 
 
 Spain, e' 'as tramped the jungle through, 
 An' written up all there is to write — ■ 
 
 soldier an' sailor, too ! 
 
 There are manners avC manners of 
 writin', but 'is is the proper way. 
 
 An' it ain't so hard to be a bard if you'll 
 imitate Rudyard K. ; 
 
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 But sea an' shore, an' peace an' war, 
 
 an' everything else in view — 
 'E 'as gobbled the lot ! — 'er Majesty's 
 
 poet — soldier an' sailor, too. 
 'E's not content with 'is Indian 'ome, 
 
 'e's looking for regions new. 
 In another year 'e'U 'ave swept 'em clear, 
 
 an' what'U the rest of us do ? 
 'E's crowdin' us out — 'er Majesty's poet — 
 • soldier an' sailor, too ! 
 
 Some one said " somewhere " that to 
 enjoy parody one must have an intense 
 sense of the humorous and a humorous 
 sense of the intense ! Be that as it 
 may, a knowledge of Kipling and a love 
 of good and fair fun should always 
 ensure a greeting for such lines as the 
 foregoing. Kipling himself is, of course, 
 an excellent parodist, and as his work in 
 this class cannot be readily referred 
 to — "Echoes," etc. — I quote here one 
 of his shorter parodies of Browning, 
 entitled : 
 
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 THE JAM-POT. 
 
 The Jam-pot — ^tender thought ! 
 
 I grabbed it — so did you. 
 " What wonder while we fought 
 
 Together that it flew 
 In shivers? " you retort. 
 
 You should have loosed your hold 
 One moment — checked your fist. 
 
 But, as it was, too bold 
 
 You grappled and you missed. 
 
 More plainly — ^you were sold. 
 
 " Well, neither of us shared 
 The dainty." That your plea? 
 
 " Well, neither of us cared," 
 I answer ..." Let me see. 
 
 How have your trousers fared? " 
 
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SOME LESS FAMILIAR KIPLINGANA 
 
 LESS FAMILIAR HINDUSTANI 
 
 WORDS AND PHRASES USEFUL 
 
 FOR KIPLINGITES. 
 
 The Kiplingite who can proudly tell 
 you that puttee means " bandage," 
 khana means " dinner," and that a chitt 
 is a "note," must indeed memorise a little 
 more Hindustani to understand usefully 
 words and phrases in some of the stories 
 and sketches that were written about 
 twenty years ago, mainly, if not entirely, 
 for an Anglo-Indian audience. Thus : 
 
 Khubber = News. 
 
 Burra= Great, 
 
 Raj -mistri= Head mason. 
 
 Bunnia=Village money-lender. 
 
 Havildar= Sepoy non. com. officer or 
 sergeant. 
 
 Bundobast=Affair, agreement, settle- 
 ment, or arrangement. 
 
 Mahajuns= Great persons, " big pots," 
 money-lenders. 
 
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 Punchayats=Village councils. 
 
 Sirkar=The Government. 
 
 Namak-Larami=Treason. 
 
 Chaprassies= Messengers or footmen. 
 
 Jehad=Holy war against infidels. 
 
 Duftar= Office. 
 
 Chabutra=Terrace or platform attached 
 
 to a house. 
 Dharzee = Tailor. 
 Nauker-log — Domestics. 
 Izzat= Honour, credit, reputation, 
 
 character. Popularly " orders " such as 
 
 the heading of an official letter. 
 Mehtar= Sweeper or menial servant of 
 
 lowest order. 
 Chamar= Leather worker. 
 Jaldi karo=Make haste. 
 Jaldi Jao=Go quickly. 
 Jat= Caste. 
 Ghat=Wharf. 
 Nakhuda = Captain. 
 Huzoor=Your Excellency. 
 Salam=Good morning. 
 
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 "THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES." 
 (From a Symposium in T.P.^s Weekly.) 
 
 A lady correspondent who had been 
 reading Monkshood's monograph on Mr. 
 Kipling was startled by his statement : 
 " I have never met a woman who was a 
 Kiplingite, and I should not have believed 
 it if I had. The writings of Rudyard 
 Kipling do not appeal to women." This 
 is a strongly worded statement, and by 
 the time Mr. Monkshood has read this 
 page I think he will be prepared to 
 modify it. 
 
 The Two Sides. 
 
 First of all, I will quote a letter from 
 a lady admirer of Mr. Kipling who 
 recognises the two sides of this question. 
 This lady writes : 
 
 " I myself *am an ardent Kiplingite, and 
 for some years have made it a rule to 
 
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 ask the women I meet whether they read 
 and like Kipling. I find almost in- 
 variably that they dislike both his prose 
 and verse. I have only met two, out 
 of the many I have asked, who read 
 Kipling with enjoyment. May this be 
 due to the feminine dislike to having 
 * things as they are ' brought before 
 them? Personally, Kipling appeals to 
 me so strongly that I find it difficult 
 to sympathise with those who do not 
 appreciate his work." 
 
 It is not a little curious how, in letter 
 after letter, the women admirers of Mr. 
 Kipling's works, who attempt to upset 
 Mr. Monkshood's case, admit between 
 the lines that he really has a case. 
 " Kipling is not a woman's writer," says 
 one correspondent, " but that does not 
 prevent many women from admiring his 
 works intensely." True reading, she 
 says, is " absolutely sexless," a propo- 
 sition which I find it hard to under- 
 
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 stand. Surely a woman can only read 
 as a woman. It would be nearer the 
 mark to say that true writing is sexless, 
 in the sense that it appeals equally to the 
 whole heart of humanity, men and women 
 alike. This correspondent makes the 
 further observation : "To any student 
 of human nature, man or woman, Kip- 
 ling's works must be a treasure-house of 
 information — except when he touches 
 on women." From this curious limita- 
 tion the writer proceeds : 
 
 "Mr. Kipling's vehemence is perhaps 
 shocking to the gentle type of woman 
 who is built for quiet home-life ; but 
 to the many women who know their 
 limitations, and have no wish to overstep 
 them, yet feeling an intellectual glory 
 in the wider activities of masculinity, 
 Kipling is a source of true delight. 
 There is no better tonic after a long day 
 than a dip into ' Many Inventions ' 
 or ' The Day's Work.' Of the Kipling 
 of ' The Brush- Wood Boy ' and the 
 
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 ' Just-so Stories ' there is no need 
 to speak, since every woman, however 
 gentle, must appreciate their tender 
 fancies." 
 
 Here the writer rather pleads for than 
 asserts Mr. Kipling's appeal to women, 
 singling out two of his writings which 
 she thinks every woman must appre- 
 ciate — for what? For their "tender 
 fancies." One cannot altogether over- 
 look the significance of the exceptions. 
 
 Another correspondent acknowledges 
 that the majority of her feminine 
 acquaintances are not Kiplingites, and 
 offers certain explanations, though un- 
 moved by them herself : 
 
 "One friend of mine told me she did 
 not like Kipling because his style was so 
 spasmodic and disconnected, and he left 
 so much to the reader's imagination that 
 it was very difficult sometimes to dis- 
 cover his meaning. I think that this, 
 together with his rather frequent lack 
 of refinement, constitutes the main 
 
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 reason of women's antipathy towards his 
 writings." 
 
 Exceptional women read Mr. Kipling. 
 
 Taking these letters all in all, I am 
 inclined to assent to the proposition of 
 the lady who writes : "I think it takes 
 a woman with certain powers of mind 
 and brain to appreciate Mr. Kipling 
 properly : his style is so strong and 
 powerful, his expressions so terse and 
 to the point." 
 
 W. M. G. writes : 
 
 "Mr. Kipling's poetry, without excep- 
 tion, has impressed me deeply, and nearly 
 all his stories, even those written, as 
 your correspondent says, ' for men only,' 
 have afforded me great interest and 
 enjoyment. I have never been able, how- 
 ever, to admire the Jungle Books and 
 the ' Just-so Stories.' " 
 
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 M. J. S. writes : 
 
 "Cannot a woman revel in genius as 
 much as the ' mere man ' ? And 
 Kipling understands women as few male 
 writers have ever done. What other man 
 would have ventured on such feminine 
 details as ' So, between tears, kisses, 
 menthol, and packing, the afternoon 
 wore away ' ? Surely this appeals to 
 all women, for, as Kipling himself 
 observes : 
 
 "The Colonel's lady 
 And Judy O'Grady 
 Are sisters 
 Under their skins." 
 
 E. A. H. writes : 
 
 "What most women like in a man is, I 
 think, virility, and this quality Kipling 
 possesses in no ordinary degree. This is 
 the chief charm in his writing, a strong 
 masculine view of life. Even when one 
 is not in complete sympathy with his 
 
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 subject, his mode of treating it invariably 
 attracts." 
 
 T. K. writes : 
 
 "I confidently contradict the assertion 
 that no woman is a Kiplingite. His works 
 appeal to healthily-minded women pre- 
 cisely because his men characters are true, 
 honest, and manly, with no mawkishness 
 or sentimentality about them ; and 
 to me, personally, one great attrac- 
 tion of his writing is the absence of 
 ' the eternally feminine element,' though, 
 when he likes, Kipling can draw an 
 attractive woman, e:g. William the Con- 
 queror, in ' The Day's Work.' " 
 
 Civita writes : 
 
 " Kipling's female characters are rather 
 irritating, because, like many another 
 clever man, when he talks about women 
 he is talking of what he does not under- 
 stand, but his loyal English gentlemen, 
 
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 who would scorn a dirty action, yet are 
 in no way ' superior persons,' his very 
 human Tommies whose only faults are 
 generous ones, the whole spirit of vigour 
 and freshness, of large tolerance for 
 human frailties, of simple matter-of-fact 
 devotion to duty, which pervades his 
 works, backed by the glamour which he 
 can throw over commonplaces, appeals 
 very largely to a woman's imagination, 
 even if her heart be not thereby reached." 
 
 Apparently, then, Mr. Kipling is not 
 essentially a woman's writer ; he does 
 not, in fact, appeal very strongly to the 
 mass of his reading countrywomen. The 
 many women who do appreciate him 
 do so because their minds are more than 
 ordinarily strong and flexible, and they 
 have the ability to travel beyond them- 
 selves into the world and thoughts of 
 the virile, fighting, empire-building man. 
 Such women are increasing in numbers 
 every year. 
 
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 WHY WOMEN LOVE KIPLING. 
 
 (An answer to W. J. Clarke.) 
 
 It is our weakness that we love the strong, 
 Your strong man is our hero ; right or 
 
 wrong 
 We love the truth to probe the heart of 
 
 things, 
 And stoop to Hell or rise to Heav'n ; our 
 
 wings 
 May be discarded or assumed at will ; 
 Howe'er we err we love a hero still. 
 We love your Kipling, being not all so 
 
 ^ blind 
 But we can see some virtue in your kind ; 
 We hold him fitly king among the kings, 
 Who, fearless, can lay bare the truth of 
 
 things ; 
 Who, being a man, writes manly, and of 
 
 men 
 And women, too, with clean, unsullied 
 
 pen; 
 
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 Nor even stoops to varnish o'er a stain, 
 Nor gloats o'er darkness and disease and 
 
 pain, 
 But plunges in the thickest of the strife, 
 And paints us wrestling on the field of life ; 
 And rides above the sordid and the base, 
 Breast-forward, with the sunlight on his 
 
 face ; 
 And nerves us in our weakness to be 
 
 strong ; 
 And bids his fellows rise " to right the 
 
 wrong." . . . 
 From him we learn the basest and the best. 
 To cleave to what is pure and hate the 
 
 rest. 
 He shows us Nature's loveliest and her 
 
 worst 
 And walks by day and calls the dark 
 
 accurst. . . . 
 For this we love him ; in our hearts shall 
 
 live 
 All he has ever giv'n us and shall give. 
 
 A Woman and, a Kiplingite. 
 
 From " The Literary World." 
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 THE CURIOUS BOOK OF LEEB- 
 
 LUNDBERG ; 
 
 (Or, How To Be a Kipling.) 
 
 What is, undoubtedly, the most curious 
 among the serious attempts to estimate 
 the value of Kipling and track the secrets 
 of his style to their source or eyrie, is 
 a book upon the " word-formation " in 
 Kipling by a Doctor in Philosophy named 
 Leeb-Lundberg. It is an amazing book 
 and, though I do not mean the words 
 derisively, an amusing book also. Its 
 author's own description of the book is 
 that it is "a stylistic-philological study," 
 but that need not scare away anyone 
 who has the time and desire to read it. 
 Perhaps it is almost needless to say that 
 Leeb-Lundberg does not discover the 
 secret of Kipling's style at all, for the 
 simple and sufficient reason that it cannot 
 be discovered, or else round dozens and 
 
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 square squadrons of writing men would 
 have annexed and used it most strenuously 
 and shamelessly as far back as 1888 ! 
 Leeb-Lundberg tries hard to catch and 
 pin down for you the aletricious butterfly 
 of style, but it perpetually slips away like 
 a Willis in a dark wood. Ever it evades, 
 and we pursue, and, in the end, in spite 
 of the toiling Doctor's Onomatopes, 
 Parasynthetics, Substantives, and Deriva- 
 tives, we are all of us as far off from 
 finding out Kipling's uncanny witchery 
 with words as the children were in 
 attempting to find the Blue Bird. But 
 there are pleasing and appreciative 
 criticisms in Leeb-Lundberg. A few 
 of these are subjoined : 
 
 "At the present day there is certainly 
 nobody that would deny that in the 
 world's literature Kipling stands as the 
 master of ' The Short Story.' It is 
 natural that his merits in the develop- 
 ment of this literary form should be due 
 to the fact that he, more than anyone 
 
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 before him, possesses the temperament 
 and the style that suit his purpose. 
 
 " Kipling's power of setting off what is 
 essential to a character or a situation is 
 great and undisputed. By a couple of 
 bold strokes — a few brief sentences 
 packed with suggestive words — ^he knows 
 how to present to the reader a picture of 
 the most intricate situation conceivable, 
 the vividness of which often reminds us 
 of the best achievements of impressionist 
 painters." 
 
 "As pointed out before, Kipling's 
 popularity as a writer is universal, and 
 not confined to the English public only. 
 It need hardly be said that his univer- 
 sality is not due to such qualities as 
 made the everlasting fame of a Shake- 
 speare, a Goethe, or an Ibsen. The secret 
 of Kipling's world-wide popularity is, no 
 doubt, hidden in the fact that he, to an 
 epoch of over-civilised passiveness, has 
 
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 preached the simple and age-old gospel 
 of action." 
 
 " For the following survey of Kipling's 
 development as an author I accept, on 
 the whole, the division into three periods 
 made by Knowles, and based upon the 
 author's different treatment of character. 
 It hardly needs pointing out that any 
 limitation of these periods by dates is 
 quite out of the question. The periods 
 are : 
 
 (i) Satirical Treatment of Character. 
 
 (2) Sympathetic Treatment of Character 
 
 (3) Spiritual Treatment of Character." 
 
 "It appears that Kipling's real sym- 
 pathies are not for the educated classes 
 of society, but centre in individuals of a 
 more primitive stage of culture. When- 
 ever he writes about the Indian native 
 or the private of the British army his 
 
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 accents are really true and moving. So 
 in some of the stories in ' In Black and 
 White,' and above all in ' Soldiers 
 Three ' ; and if we examine the stories 
 in ' Plain Tales,' one of Kipling's earliest 
 prose works, it will strike us that the 
 only one revealing real tenderness of 
 heart is ' The Story of Muhammed Din,' 
 the hero of which is a native baby." 
 
 "In the 'Barrack Room Ballads' of 
 1892 a sympathetic view of men has 
 gained the complete ascendency over the 
 poet's juvenile-satirical vein. The years 
 spent in the struggling heart of gigantic 
 London cannot have failed to impress, 
 him with the fact that man is in many 
 respects grimly dependent on certain estab- 
 lished conditions, and consequently more 
 worthy of sympathy than scornful 
 laughter." 
 
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 " If there is one feature that particularly 
 characterises Kipling as a man, it is his 
 passionate love of action. So it does not 
 astonish one that in almost all his writ- 
 ings there is a certain tendency always 
 one and the same. Kipling is, and has 
 been for many years, the preacher of 
 Anglo-Saxon Imperialism. But he is far 
 from being a jingo. His sound and virile 
 judgment shows him the right way, and 
 so, for the most part, he appears as a 
 reformer. But whenever he gives us a 
 picture of the common Englishman, 
 loyally ' standing by the day's work,' 
 he does not fail to inspire us with a 
 strong belief in the mission of the Anglo- 
 Saxon race." 
 
 Kipling's interest is so exclusively 
 centred in " the activities of men and 
 women " that he transfers it to the 
 description of nature. Thus he speaks 
 of " the seawater's choking and chuck- 
 
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 ling," of " the kiss of the rain," of " the 
 drinking earth," etc. So the narrative 
 gets a vividness and clearness that some- 
 times grows almost dazzling. It is also 
 by means of this metaphorising way of 
 observing and thinking that Kipling has 
 accomplished something that is very 
 rarely undertaken — a poetical treatment 
 of modern machinery and industrialism. 
 
 Knowles's remark that " Kipling has 
 the gift of the inevitable word " is 
 indeed very much to the point. But, 
 after all, the capacity of choosing the 
 right word for the right moment proves — 
 in many cases — ^to be nothing but a 
 manifestation of metaphorism. So when 
 it is said of Kaa, the huge python, that 
 " he seemed to pour himself along the 
 ground," of Mulvaney, when he returned 
 from his " Incarnation," that he " dis- 
 appeared to the waist in a wave of joyous 
 dogs," or of the sun that he is " driving 
 
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 broad golden spokes through the lower 
 branches of the mango trees," the reader 
 really sees the thing as concretely as if 
 he had it for the moment before his eyes. 
 So Kipling always aims at concreteness, 
 and Knowles is right in saying that " his 
 aversion to the indefinite and abstract 
 amounts almost to horror." 
 
 If we consider Kipling's great sym- 
 pathies with the " lower orders " and 
 his intimate intercourse with such 
 different types as British soldiers, fashion- 
 able Anglo-Indian society, children of 
 British officials, and natives, London 
 bank-clerks, Gloucester fishermen, Cali- 
 fornian millionaires, New York journalists, 
 and Devonshire schoolboys — ^we need not 
 wonder that his own language should 
 bear marks of the cants of almost every 
 social stratum of the Anglo-Saxon 
 world. For Kipling makes a point of 
 
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 speaking to every individual in his own 
 caste-speech. 
 
 In such stories as " 007," " The Ship 
 that Found Herself," and " The Devil and 
 the Deep Sea," the author cannot, owing 
 to the nature of the subject, escape writ- 
 ing in a merely professional language ; 
 and so hosts of words become unintelligible 
 to the ordinary reader. Nevertheless, we 
 cannot but acknowledge that Kipling has 
 succeeded in giving a highly poetical 
 presentment of the great spectacle of 
 modern machinery, and that perhaps 
 it might be worth while to learn the 
 technical words in order to be capable 
 of enjoying this kind of contemporary 
 romance. 
 
 In 1900 L'HumaniU Nouvelle — ^the 
 splendid French review of Science, Art, 
 and Letters — ^published the following : 
 
 " M. Rudyard Kipling ne se preserve 
 pas des ses amis. II a bien ecrit a G. F. 
 
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 Monkshood une lettre dans laquelle sa 
 modestie offensee (son orgueil s'offense- 
 rait peut-etre a meilleur droit) par le 
 panegyrique de 236 pages que vient 
 de lui consacrer ce dernier, proteste, 
 mais elle proteste un peu faiblement. 
 Aussi M. Monkshood a-t-il passe outre. 
 D'ailleurs, sauf en ce qui regarde le 
 bon renom de M. Kipling, et lui-meme 
 est seul juge de ce qu'il lui plait qu'on 
 fasse de lui, il eut ete regrettable que 
 M. Monkshood brulat son manuscrit. 
 J 'en cite quelques passages : 
 
 " 'Rudyard Kipling ne s'appartient pas, 
 comme vous ou moi nous nous appar- 
 tenons. II fait corps avec le pays. II y 
 a des milliers de gens qui ecrivent, il y 
 en a des douzaines qui savent ecrire, 
 mais il n^y_a^_qiilun Rudyard Kipling.' 
 VoicT un peu de critique d'aprds Taine 
 AprSs avoir concede que Rudyard Kipling 
 a de la commiseration pour I'lrlandais, 
 de I'estime pour I'Ecossais, M. 
 Monkshood ajoute : ' Mais le plus 
 
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 profond de son coeur est anglais/ 
 etablissant ainsi que M. Kipling — qui 
 n'eut cru, a voir rhomme, ou a lire 
 Tecriyain ! — est I'incarnation mime de 
 la race anglaise ou anglo-saxonne, car 
 le critique ne precise pas. II a hate 
 de conclure : ' D'ailleurs, c'est I'opinion 
 enracinee de Kipling que la plus belle 
 chose qui se soit jamais produite dans 
 le monde, c'est I'avenement de 1' Anglais. 
 Et il y a quelques pages ecrites dans 
 I'historie qui pourront peut-Stre lui donner 
 raison.' Mais voici un passage de 
 critique purement litteraire : * Que dirai- 
 je du poSme Le Drapeau anglais ? 
 Seulement ceci : Voila une oeuvre qui 
 inspire, qui n'est pas theatrale, qui est 
 concrete, qui n'est pas anemique, qui 
 est brave, qui n'est pas boursuflue, qui 
 est bonne, belle, vraie. Mais par dessus 
 tout, c'est litteraire,' '. -. 
 
 "Je trouve un charme infini a cette 
 derniere phrase. Mais il faut resister au 
 plaisir de citer M. Monkshood. Je note 
 
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 seulement, que d'apres son critique, les 
 oeuvres de M. Kipling ne plaisent pas 
 aux femmes (j'avais cru le contraire) 
 parce que d'abord ' il ne croit pas k 
 la superiorite de la femme sur se despote 
 brutal qu'est rhomme ' ; qu'en second 
 lieu ' il ne croit pas que les femmes 
 aient fait I'Empire Britannique, bati des 
 docks et invente des cuirasses ' ; et 
 parce qu'enfin ' il ne parle pas d'intrigues 
 adulteres joliment.' M. Monkshood a 
 I'ironie un peu lourde. 
 
 "Une derniere constatation a propos de 
 son livre : j'ai observe avec soulagement 
 que, dans toute Toeuvre de Kipling, il y 
 a deu3c volumes qui laissent froid son 
 panegyriste. Ce sont justement les 
 admirables contes de la Jungle." 
 
 Mr. Rudyard Kipling's happy poem, 
 " Pan in Vermont," was issued by the 
 publishers of " The Seven Seas." At 
 first the edition was one of twenty-five 
 copies only. Now very rare. 
 
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 " Pan in Vermont " is a spring song, or 
 Renouveau. It bears at its head the 
 quaint epigraph : 
 
 " About the 15th of this month you may 
 
 expect our Mr. , with the usual 
 
 spring seed, etc., catalogues. — 
 Florists' Announcement." 
 
 The poem opens : 
 
 "It's forty in the shade to-day, the 
 
 spouting eaves declare ; 
 The boulders rise above the drift, the 
 
 southern slopes are bare ; 
 Hub-deep in slush Apollo's car swings 
 
 north along the Zod- 
 iac. Good lack, the spring is back, and 
 
 Pan is on the road." 
 
 The second stanza carries further the 
 conceit of spring (by personification, Pan), 
 quickening the wintry earth, and leads 
 the reader to a really comical fancy. 
 
 Every man who has carried home a 
 
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 < edsman's catalogue will understand the 
 next few verses, such as : 
 
 " What though his phlox and hollyhocks 
 
 ere half a month demised ? 
 What though his ampelopsis clambered 
 
 not as advertised ? 
 Though every seed was guaranteed and 
 
 every standard true, 
 Forget, forgive, they did not live ! 
 
 Believe, and buy anew." 
 
 SOME RECENT WORDS UPON 
 KIPLING. 
 
 Quoted from Barry Pain. 
 
 If you read a translation of Kipling 
 into French — however conscientious the 
 translation may be — you will find that 
 the original has gained nothing in the 
 process, but, on the contrary, has lost 
 a good deal. De Maupassant has fre- 
 quently been translated into English, 
 
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 and never satisfactorily. How can one 
 translate the tale " Bel-ami " into 
 English? One cannot even get past the 
 title without spoiling something. How 
 are you to render into French without 
 missing a shade, " No more you can't 
 pauperise them as 'asn't things to begin 
 with. They're bloomin' well pauped " ? 
 
 But here we come to a point which is 
 at first sight puzzling. A male or female 
 duffer writes stories and attains vast 
 popularity. A man of genius, like 
 Kipling, writes stories and also attains 
 vast popularity. In the first case the 
 public is quite wrong : in the second it 
 is quite right. How does this happen ? 
 
 In the first place, the duffer's public 
 is not the same as Kipling's public 
 throughout, though, as some readers 
 are extraordinarily omnivorous, it may 
 be in part the same. Secondly, a great 
 
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 consensus of enthusiastic critical approval, 
 such as Kipling received, has its weight. 
 
 In the eighties Kipling wrote for the 
 Allahabad Pioneer work which reached 
 this country early in the following decade. 
 Critics have spoken of the easy cynicism 
 of " Plain Tales from the Hills." Some 
 of them — ^if it very much matters — ^may 
 be cynical, but that they had a common 
 quality, easily acquired by a writer, 
 cannot be said. One would need only 
 to quote a page or two from " Beyond 
 the Pale "or " The Madness of Private 
 Ortheris " to prove it. This and the 
 succeeding volumes raised the position 
 of the short story. It was with Kipling 
 that many readers began to see that the 
 short story had its own special art— 
 the art of suggestion. 
 
 " No, I ain't mammysick, because my 
 uncle brung me up, but I'm sick for 
 
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 London again ; sick for the sounds of 
 'er, an' the sights of 'er, and the stinks 
 of 'er ; orange-peel and hasphalte an' 
 gas comin' in over Vaux'all Bridge. Sick 
 for the rail goin' down to Box '111, with 
 your gal on your knee an' a new clay 
 pipe in your face. That, an' the Stran' 
 lights where you knows ev'ryone, an' 
 the copper that takes you up is a old 
 friend that tuk you up before, when you 
 was a little, scritchy boy lyin' loose 
 between the Temple an' the Dark 
 Harches." 
 
 In these few lines of dialogue are 
 suggested much of the psychology and 
 much of the biography of Private Stanley 
 Ortheris, No. 22639, B Company. 
 
 WHEN KIPLING "GOT THE SACK." 
 
 Rumour has been busy recently con- 
 cerning the fee paid to Rudyard Kipling 
 for his series of three articles on the 
 
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 doings of our submarine officers, and 
 which were published simultaneously 
 in practically every paper of note in this 
 country, and also in the United States. 
 
 That the cheque was one "worth 
 having" may be taken for granted, and 
 this is a reminder that Kipling's first 
 venture in journalism was a ghastly 
 failure. 
 
 The affair happened in America. 
 Kipling, then quite unknown to fame, 
 had applied for work on the San Francisco 
 Examiner. 
 
 He was given a trial assignment, and 
 returning to the oflice later he proceeded 
 to write up his " story " in his own quaint 
 and inimitable style. 
 
 We know enough of Kipling now to be 
 sure that his copy was a perfect piece 
 \of work of its kind, but the sub-editor 
 failed altogether to appreciate its peculiar 
 Virtues. 
 \"Rot! " he exclaimed, as he slashed 
 his blue pencil furiously through para- 
 
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 graph after paragraph. " Rot 1 " again ; 
 and again more blue pencil. Finally he 
 gave it up as a bad job, and handed the 
 story over to another reporter to be 
 rewritten. 
 
 Then, swinging round his chair, he 
 said : " Mr. Kipling, you need not show 
 up for work to-morrow. You have no 
 idea how to get news, and when it comes 
 to writing a story you make about as 
 poor a show at it as is possible. You'll 
 excuse my bluntness, but the Examiner 
 is not a kindergarten." 
 
 EXTRACT FROM SHANE LESLIE'S 
 BOOK. 
 
 " What do they know of England who 
 only England know?" is a phrase of 
 Kipling which would have puzzled all 
 Victorian premiers except Disraeli. To 
 Disraeli England and the East were 
 
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 equally congenial, and he eventually 
 merged the English with the Indian 
 Crown. Kipling's burst into fame came 
 with the rough times of the Boer War, 
 when prophets were needed to say smooth 
 things. In 1888 Moreton Frewen for- 
 warded some of Kipling's work to Eng- 
 land, and received word that it was 
 * not up to the standard of the Daily 
 Telegraph.^ < 
 
 AN AEROPLANE JOKE. 
 
 Here is an entirely new story about 
 Rudyard Kipling. 
 
 Apropos of his recent series of articles 
 on the work of our submarine heroes, 
 a friend of his suggested that he should 
 write a companion series on the doings 
 of our gallant airmen. 
 
 " Perhaps ! Some day ! " was Kip- 
 ling's non-committal reply. 
 
 " Oh, but you must," insisted his 
 
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 friend. " Let's see whether we can't 
 hit on a good title." 
 
 " Well," answered Rudyard after a 
 moment or two's cogitation, " what do 
 you think of ' Plane Tales from the 
 Sky ' ? " 
 
 <i 
 
 The very witty pens of Punch — still 
 going strong," though seventy years 
 old — have presented us with some most 
 delightful Kipling parodies and para- 
 phrases : always kindly, always well- 
 informed, , always the criticism of one 
 who had read, and read well, the subject 
 of his criticism and had studied the best 
 method of satirising him. I think the 
 following joke is well worthy of repetition 
 and further preservation. I do not know 
 the author, but it has the flash of the 
 steel nib of E. V. Lucas, the really 
 literary laureate of the open and closed 
 roads and ways in life in literature. 
 
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 A " VERY-NEARLY " STORY. 
 (Not at all by Mr. Rudyard Kipling.) 
 
 Once upon a time — not very long ago — 
 an Eminent Writer met a Modern Child. 
 
 " Approach, Best-Beloved," said the 
 Eminent Writer ; " come hither, oh 
 'scruciating idle and pachydermatous 
 phenomenon, and I will tell you a 
 'trancing tale ! " 
 
 The Modern Child regarded him with 
 mild curiosity. " Feeling a bit chippy? " 
 he asked ; " slight break in the brain- 
 box? Or why do you talk like that? — 
 No, can't stop now, I'm sorry to say." 
 
 " But you must, Best-Beloved ! You've 
 got to, oh, 'satiable Chimpanzee ! Can't 
 you see that I'm an Eminent Writer, 
 talking in this way on purpose to please 
 you? And you don't even know how 
 the Ruddikip got His Great Big Side! 
 Do stop and listen ! " 
 
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 " Oh, anything you like," said the 
 Modern Child, sitting down weariedly. 
 " Let me light a cigarette. Now, drive 
 ahead ! " 
 
 "Down at the back of beginning, oh, 
 extremely Precious, there was a little 
 Ruddikip. And he was the most 
 'defatigable creature that anyone ever 
 knew. There never was a creature so 
 specially and 'scusably 'defatigable. 
 And first he grew several Tails, which 
 the 'defatigable Ruddikip said were 
 Plain, but all the other creatures said 
 were highly-coloured, and very fine 
 indeed. Then he made many other 
 inventions in the day's work, and sang 
 songs too, and everybody agreed that 
 there never was such a 'defatigable 
 Ruddikip, and his little Side began to 
 grow — 'cause he couldn't help it. 'Cept 
 when he tried a Light that Failed ; 
 then he got a hump instead. So, Best- 
 Beloved, the 'defatigable Ruddikip pleased 
 all the big people and creatures, and 
 
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 they all shouted out ' Hurrah ! Well- 
 done ! ' just as loud as ever they could 
 shout. Then he said: 
 
 " ' I have pleased the big people ; it 
 behoves me to do something for the 
 rising generation of muddied oafs ' — 
 which was the way the Ruddikip talked 
 after his Side was grown big. So next 
 he said a pretty piece about a most 
 'strordinary Storky and Co., but the 
 young muddied oafs only said, ' Pah ! 
 Bah ! Pooh ! ' — ^which hurt the feelings 
 of the Ruddikip. ' Sons of the Spuming 
 Spring-tide ! ' he snorted (and no one 
 knew what was meant), 'I will now turn 
 to the Small Children, and I shall address 
 them in decapitated polysyllables.' 
 
 " Wherefore and 'cordingly, oh, Best- 
 Beloved, the most and-altogether-beyond- 
 record-'defatigable Ruddikip took his 
 little pen, and he wrote. Then they 
 took the writing of the 'defatigable 
 Ruddikip, and put it in beautiful, big 
 black print. For they knew, oh, 
 
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 Approximately Invaluable, that this is 
 the kind of talk you like, and that you 
 would thank the Ruddikip ever so 
 much for tales written just in this way ! " 
 " Chuck it ! " said the Modern Child 
 as he rose and fled. 
 
 STEVENSON AND KIPLING. 
 
 {First printed in a pamphlet supplement 
 to the Letters of R. L. S.) 
 
 To Rudyard Kipling. 
 
 In 1890, on first becoming acquainted 
 with Mr. Kipling's " Soldiers Three," 
 Stevenson had written his congratula- 
 tions red-hot. " Well and indeed, Mr. 
 Mulvaney," so ran the first sentence of 
 his note, " but it's as good as meat to 
 meet in with you, sir. They tell me it 
 was a man of the name of Kipling made 
 ye ; but indeed and they can't fool me ; 
 it was the Lord God Almighty that 
 made you." Taking the cue thus offered, 
 
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 Mr. Kipling had written back in the 
 character of his own Irishman, Thomas 
 Mulvaney, addressing Stevenson's High- 
 lander, Alan Breck Stewart. In the fol- 
 lowing letter, which belongs to an un- 
 certain date in 1891, Alan Breck is made 
 to reply. " The gentleman I now serve 
 with " means, of course, R. L. S. himself. 
 
 (Vailima, 1891.) 
 Sir, — I cannot call to mind having 
 written you, but I am so throng with 
 occupation this may have fallen aside. 
 I never heard tell I had any friends in 
 Ireland, and I am led to understand you 
 are come of no considerable family. 
 The gentleman I now serve with assures 
 me, however, you are a very pretty 
 fellow and your letter deserves to be 
 remarked. It's true he is himself a 
 man of very low descent upon the one 
 side ; though upon the other he counts 
 cousinship with a gentleman, my very 
 good friend, the late Mr. Balfour of the 
 
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 Shaws, in the Lothian ; which I should 
 be wanting in good fellowship to forget. 
 He tells me besides you are a man of 
 your hands ; I am not informed of your 
 weapon ; but if all be true it sticks in 
 my mind I would be ready to make excep- 
 tion in your favour, and meet you like 
 one gentleman with another. I suppose 
 this' 11 be your purpose in your favour, 
 which I could very ill make out ; it's 
 one I would be sweir to baulk you of. 
 It seems, Mr. Mcllvaine, which I take 
 to be your name, you are in the house- 
 hold of a gentleman of the name of 
 Coupling : for whom my friend is very 
 much engaged. The distances being very 
 uncommodious I think it will be maybe 
 better if we leave it to these two to settle 
 all that's necessary to honour. I would 
 have you to take heed it's a very unusual 
 .condescension on my part, that besir a 
 King's name ; and for the matter of that 
 I think shame to be mingled with a 
 person of the name of Coupling, which is 
 
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 doubtless a very good house but one I 
 never heard tell of, any more than 
 Stevenson. But your purpose being laud- 
 able, I would be sorry (as the word goes) 
 to but off my nose to spite my face. 
 I am. Sir, your humble servant, 
 
 A. STEWART, 
 
 Chevalier de St. Louis. 
 To Mr. Mcllvaine, 
 
 Gentleman Private in a foot regiment, 
 under cover to Mr. Coupling. 
 
 He has read me some of your Barrack 
 Room Ballants, which are not of so 
 noble a strain as some of mine in the 
 Gaelic, but I could set some of them to 
 the pipes if this rencounter goes as it's 
 to be desired. Let's first, as I under- 
 stand you to move, do each other this 
 rational courtesy ; and if either will 
 survive, we may grow better acquaint. 
 For your tastes for what's martial and 
 for poetry agree with mine. 
 
 A. S. 
 
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 FIRST REVIEW OF THE FIRST 
 BOOK ON KIPLING. 
 
 "RUDYARD KIPLING: The Man and 
 His Work," an attempt at appreciation 
 by G. F. Monkshood, is evidently, and 
 as was to be expected, a big success, for 
 a second edition is already published. 
 Speaking of this book the critic of 
 the Globe says : — "It has at the basis 
 of it both knowledge and enthusiasm — 
 knowledge of the works estimated and 
 enthusiasm for them. This book may 
 be accepted as a generous exposition 
 of Mr. Kipling's merits as a writer. 
 We can well believe that it will have 
 many interested and approving readers." 
 While in the Daily Telegraph Mr. 
 W. L. Courtney wrote as follows : — 
 " He writes fluently, and he has genuine 
 enthusiasm for his subject, and an 
 intimate acquaintance with his work. 
 Moreover, the book has been submitted 
 to Mr. Kipling, whose characteristic 
 
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 letter to the author is set forth in the 
 preface. ... Of Kipling's heroes Mr. 
 Monkshood has a thorough under- 
 standing, and his remarks on them are 
 worth quoting." Scotch reviewers are 
 always pretty shrewd in their criticism, 
 and one of the best of them wrote 
 thus in the Scotsman : — " This well- 
 informed volume is plainly sincere. 
 It is thoroughly well studied, and 
 takes pains to answer all the questions 
 that are usually put about Mr. Kipling. 
 The writer's enthusiasm carries both 
 himself and his reader along in the 
 most agreeable style. One way and 
 another his book is full of interest, 
 and those who wish to talk about 
 Kipling will find it invaluable, while 
 the thousands of his admirers will read 
 it through with delighted enthusiasm." 
 H.R.H. the Duchess of York has just 
 accepted a copy of Mr. Monkshood's 
 interesting monograph on Rudyard 
 Kipling. 
 
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 EPILOGUE. 
 
 Passage, soul, to India ! 
 Eclaircise the myths Asiatic, the primi- 
 tive fables. 
 
 Not you alone, proud truths of the world. 
 Nor ye alone ye facts of modern science, 
 But myths and fables of eld, Asia's, 
 
 Africa's fables. 
 The far-darting beams of the spirit, the 
 
 unloos'd dreams. 
 The deep diving bibles and legends, 
 The daring plots of the poets, the elder 
 
 religions ; 
 O you temples fairer than lillies pour'd 
 
 over by the rising sun ! 
 you fables spurning the known, eluding 
 
 the hold of the known, mounting 
 
 to heaven ! 
 You lofty and dazzling towers, pinnacled, 
 
 red as roses, burnish'd with gold ! 
 
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 Towers of fables immortal, fashion'd from 
 
 mortal dreams 1 
 You, too, I welcome, and fully the same 
 
 as the rest ! 
 You too with joy I sing. 
 
 Passage to India I 
 
 Walt Whitman. 
 
 THE END. 
 
 Printed by Janold&Sons, Ltd., Norwich, England.