: Rudyard Kipling
: Soldiers Three
: Seltzer Books
: 9781455353965
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: Erzählende Literatur
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Classic Kipling short stories and verse, both parts, including 'THE GOD FROM THE MACHINE,OF THOSE CALLED,PRIVATE LEAROYD'S STORY,THE BIG DRUNK DRAF',THE WRECK OF THE VISIGOTH,THE SOLID MULDOON,WITH THE MAIN GUARD,IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE,BLACK JACK,POOR DEAR MAMMA,THE WORLD WITHOUT,THE TENTS OF KEDAR,WITH ANY AMAZEMENT,THE GARDEN OF EDEN,FATIMA,THE VALLEY OF THE SHADOW,THE SWELLING OF JORDAN,DRAY WARA YOW DEE,THE JUDGMENT OF DUNGARA,AT HOWLI THANA,GEMINI,AT TWENTY-TWO,IN FLOOD TIME,THE SENDING OF DANA DA,ON THE CITY WALL,THE STORY OF THE GADSBYS,IN BLACK AND WHITE, LOVE-O'-WOMEN' - from 'Many Inventions', THE BIG DRUNK DRAF', THE MUTINY OF THE MAVERICKS, THE MAN WHO WAS ONLY A SUBALTERN, IN THE MATTER OF A PRIVATE, THE LOST LEGION - from 'Many Inventions', THE DRUMS OF THE FORE AND AFT, JUDSON AND THE EMPIRE - from 'Many Inventions',
and A CONFERENCE OF THE POWERS - from 'Many Inventions'.According to Wikipedia: 'Soldiers Three is a collection of short stories by Rudyard Kipling. The three soldiers of the title are Learoyd, Mulvaney and Ortheris, who had also appeared previously in the collection Plain Tales from the Hills. The current version, dating from 1899 and more fully titled Soldiers Three and other stories, consists of three sections which each had previously received separate publication in 1888; Learoyd, Mulvaney and Ortheris appear only in the first section, which is also titled Soldiers Three. The books reveal a side of the British Tommy in Afghanistan rarely seen in the Twilight of the British Empire. The soldiers comment on their betters, act the fool, but cut straight to the rawness of war in the mid-east as the British began to loosen their Imperial hold.'

 THE WORLD WITHOUT


 

Certain people of importance.

 

SCENE.--Smoking-room of the Deychi Club. Time, 10.30 P. M. of a stuffy night in the Rains. Four men dispersed in picturesque attitudes and easy-chairs. To these enter BLAYNE of the Irregular Moguls, in evening dress.

 

BLAYNE. Phew! The Judge ought to be hanged in his own store-godown. Hi, khitmatgar! Poora whiskey-peg, to take the taste out of my mouth.

 

CURTISS. (Royal Artillery.) That's it, is it? What the deuce made you dine at the Judge's? You know his bandobust.

 

BLAYNE. 'Thought it couldn't be worse than the Club; but I'll swear he buys ullaged liquor and doctors it with gin and ink (looking round the room). Is this all of you tonight?

 

DOONE. (P. W. D.) Anthony was called out at dinner. Mingle had a pain in his tummy.

 

CURTISS. Miggy dies of cholera once a week in the Rains, and gets drunk on chlorodyne in between. 'Good little chap, though. Any one at the Judge's, Blayne?

 

BLAYNE. Cockley and his memsahib looking awfully white and fagged. 'Female girl--couldn't catch the name--on her way to the Hills, under the Cockleys' charge--the Judge, and Markyn fresh from Simla-- disgustingly fit.

 

CURTISS. Good Lord, how truly magnificent! Was there enough ice? When I mangled garbage there I got one whole lump--nearly as big as a walnut. What had Markyn to say for himself?

 

BLAYNE. 'Seems that every one is having a fairly good time up there in spite of the rain. By Jove, that reminds me! I know I hadn't come across just for the pleasure of your society. News! Great news! Markyn told me.

 

DOONE. Who's dead now?

 

BLAYNE. No one that I know of; but Gaddy's hooked at last!

 

DROPPING CHORUS. How much? The Devil! Markyn was pulling your leg. Not GADDY!

 

BLAYNE. (Humming.) 'Yea, verily, verily, verily! Verily, verily, I say unto thee.' Theodore, the gift o' God! Our Phillup! It's been given out up above.

 

MACKESY. (Barrister-at-Law.) Huh! Women will give out anything. What does accused say?

 

BLAYNE. Markyn told me that he congratulated him warily--one hand held out, t'other ready to guard. Gaddy turned pink and said it was so.

 

CURTISS. Poor old Gaddy! They all do it. Who's she? Let's hear the details.

 

BLAYNE. She's a girl--daughter of a Colonel Somebody.  DOONE. Simla's stiff with Colonels' daughters. Be more explicit.

 

BLAYNE. Wait a shake. What was her name? Three--something. Three--

 

CURTISS. Stars, perhaps. Gaddy knows that brand.

 

BLAYNE. Threegan--Minnie Threegan.

 

MACKESY. Threegan! Isn't she a little bit of a girl with red hair?

 

BLAYNE. 'Bout that--from what Markyn said.

 

MACKESY. Then I've met her. She was at Lucknow last season. 'Owned a permanently juvenile Mamma, and danced damnably. I say, Jervoise, you knew the Threegans, didn't you?

 

JERVOISE. (Civilian of twenty-five years' service, waking up from his doze.) Eh? What's that? Knew who? How? I thought I was at Home, confound you!

 

MACKESY. The Threegan girl's engaged, so Blayne says.

 

JERVOISE. (Slowly.) Engaged--engaged! Bless my soul! I'm getting an old man! Little Minnie Threegan engaged. It was only the other day I went home with them in the Surat--no, the Massilia--and she was crawling about on her hands and knees among the ayahs. 'Used to call me the 'Tick Tack Sahib' because I showed her my watch. And that