The Story of the Gadsbys, and the Courting of Dinah Shadd, and Other Stories
Author: Rudyard Kipling
Publisher: Rarebooksclub.com
Published: 2013-09
Total Pages: 48
ISBN-13: 9781230135359
DOWNLOAD EBOOK →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: ...a cur, I know: but I tell you that, for the past three months, I've felt every hoof of the squadron in the small of my back every time that I've led. M.--But Gaddy, this is awful! G.--Isn't it lovely? Isn't it royal? A Captain of the Pink Hussars watering up his charger before parade like the blasted boozing Colonel of a Black Regiment! M.--You never did! G.--Once only. He squelched like a mussuck, and the Troop-Sergeant-Major cocked his eye at me. You know old Haffy's eye. I was afraid to do it again. M.--I should think so. That was the best way to rupture old Van Loo's tummy, and make him crumple you up. You knew that. G.--I didn't care. It took the edge off him. M.--" Took the edge off him!" Gaddy, you--you--you mustn't, you know! Think of the men. G.--That's another thing I am afraid of. D'you s'pose they know? M.--Let's hope not; but they're deadly quick to spot a skrirh--little things of that kind. See here, old man, send the Wife Home for the hot weather and come to Kashmir with me. We'll start a boat on the Dal or cross the Rhotang--ibex or idleness--which you please. Only come / You're a bit off your oats and you're talking nonsense. Look at the Colonel--swag-bellied rascal that he is. He has a wife and no end of a bowwindow of his own. Can any one of us ride round him--chalkstones and all? I can't, and I think I can shove a crock along a bit. G.--Some men are different. I haven't the nerve. Lord help me, I haven't the nerve! I've taken up a hole and a half to get my knees well under the wallets. I can't help it. I'm so afraid of anything happening to me. On my soul, I ought to be broke in front of the squadron, for cowardice. M.--Ugly word, that. I should never have the courage to own up. G.--I meant to lie about my...
