ISBN: 9781153859943

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … Altro …

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR PART I I have done one braver thing Than all the worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid. The Undertaking. Is it officially declared yet? They''ve gone as far as to admit ''extreme local scarcity,'' and they''ve started relief-works in one or two districts, the paper says. That means it will be declared as soon as they can make sure of the men and the rolling-stock. ''Shouldn''t wonder if it were as bad as the ''78 Famine. ''Can''t be, said Scott, turning a little in the long cane chair. We''ve had fifteen-anna crops in the north, and Bombay and Bengal report more than they know what to do with. They''ll be able to check it before it gets out of hand. It will only be local. Martyn picked the Pioneer from the table, read through the telegrams once more, and put up his feet on the chair-rests. It was a hot, dark, breathless evening, heavy with the smell of the newly watered Mall. The flowers in the Club gardens were dead and black on their stalks, the little lotus-pond was a circle of caked mud, and the tamarisk-trees were white with the dust of weeks. Most of the men were at the band-stand in the public gardens -- from the Club verandah you could hear the native Police band hammering stale waltzes -- or on the polo-ground, or in the high-walled fives-court, hotter than a Dutch oven. Half a dozen grooms, squatted at the heads of their ponies, waited their masters'' return. From time to time a man would ride at a foot-pace into the Club compound, and listlessly loaf over to the whitewashed barracks beside the main building. These were supposed to be chambers. Men lived in them, meeting the same white faces night after night at dinner, and drawing out their office-work till the... Rudyard Kipling, Books, History, The Writings In Prose And Verse Of Rudyard Kipling Volume 13, Pt. 1 Books>History, General Books LLC<

ISBN: 9781153859943

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … Altro …

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... WILLIAM THE CONQUEROR PART I I have done one braver thing Than all the worthies did; And yet a braver thence doth spring, Which is to keep that hid. The Undertaking. Is it officially declared yet? They''ve gone as far as to admit ''extreme local scarcity,'' and they''ve started relief-works in one or two districts, the paper says. That means it will be declared as soon as they can make sure of the men and the rolling-stock. ''Shouldn''t wonder if it were as bad as the ''78 Famine. ''Can''t be, said Scott, turning a little in the long cane chair. We''ve had fifteen-anna crops in the north, and Bombay and Bengal report more than they know what to do with. They''ll be able to check it before it gets out of hand. It will only be local. Martyn picked the Pioneer from the table, read through the telegrams once more, and put up his feet on the chair-rests. It was a hot, dark, breathless evening, heavy with the smell of the newly watered Mall. The flowers in the Club gardens were dead and black on their stalks, the little lotus-pond was a circle of caked mud, and the tamarisk-trees were white with the dust of weeks. Most of the men were at the band-stand in the public gardens -- from the Club verandah you could hear the native Police band hammering stale waltzes -- or on the polo-ground, or in the high-walled fives-court, hotter than a Dutch oven. Half a dozen grooms, squatted at the heads of their ponies, waited their masters'' return. From time to time a man would ride at a foot-pace into the Club compound, and listlessly loaf over to the whitewashed barracks beside the main building. These were supposed to be chambers. Men lived in them, meeting the same white faces night after night at dinner, and drawing out their office-work till the... Rudyard Kipling, Books, History, The Writings In Prose And Verse Of Rudyard Kipling Volume 13, Pt. 1 Books>History <