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Updated: May 5, 2025
"What I want to know," said the young mule, who had been quiet for a long time "what I want to know is, why we have to fight at all." "Because we're told to," said the troop-horse, with a snort of contempt. "Orders," said Billy the mule, and his teeth snapped. "Hukm hai!" "Yes, but who gives the orders?" said the recruit-mule.
A herd-leader begins to think about future contestants for his place as soon as he acquires the leadership. But Hai! This little one would not have his greatest strength for fifteen years. It was a compact, medium-sized herd vast males, mothers, old-maid elephants, long-legged and ungainly, young males just learning their strength and proud of it beyond words, and many calves.
He peered curiously at Cunningham glanced at Mahommed Gunga then wheeled, spinning his horse as the dust eddies twist in the sudden hot-wind gusts. "Sahib-bahadur hai!" he shouted, racing back. The night was instantly alive with jingling movement, as line after line of quite invisible light-horse-men self-disciplined and eager to obey took up their dressing.
"Mael, mael, Kala Nag! Somalo! Mar! Arre! Arre! Hai! Yai! Kya-a-ah!" he would shout, and the big fight between Kala Nag and the wild elephant would sway to and fro across the Keddah, and the old elephant catchers would wipe the sweat out of their eyes, and find time to nod to Little Toomai wriggling with joy on the top of the posts. He did more than wriggle.
Raymond ran to the verandah and saw him thundering down the sandy road that led to the residency. Arrived at the big white building Frank pulled up his panting pony on its haunches and dismounting threw the reins over its head and left it unattended. Walking to the hall door he cried: "Koi hai?" A drowsy chuprassi at the back of the hall sprang up and hurried to receive him. "Memsahib hai?
If I could find her, speak to her again, I think I might aid her." Mayaro's features became smooth and blank. "What maiden is this my younger brother fears for?" he asked mildly. "Her name is Lois. You know well whom I mean." "Hai!" he exclaimed, laughing softly. "Is it still the rosy-throated pigeon of the forest for whom my little brother Loskiel is spreading nets?"
Lü Tung-pin's family name was Lü; his personal name Tung-pin; also Yen; and his pseudonym Shun Yang Tzu. He came of an official family, his grandfather having been President of the Ministry of Ceremonies, and his father Prefect of Hai Chou. He was 5 feet 2 inches in height, and at twenty was still unmarried.
"Hai Yai, so bright a day, so clear!" said Mitiahwe as she entered the big lodge and laid upon a wide, low couch, covered with soft skins, the fur of a grizzly which had fallen to her man's rifle. "Hai-yai, I wish it would last for ever so sweet!" she added, smoothing the fur lingeringly, and showing her teeth in a smile. "There will come a great storm, Mitiahwe.
Tell him to tell his gang that he's going to give an order. Let him tell them that when he says 'Hookum hai! my men'll loose his neck straight away, and fall down flat. Only, first of all he's got to tell them that he needs us for the present.
Outside, they could hear Ali and the other boatmen chattering and laughing round the fire they had lighted in the big and deserted courtyard. "Well, what about that white man?" said Lingard, quietly. It seemed as if Babalatchi had not heard the question. He went on tracing elaborate patterns on the floor for a good while. Lingard waited motionless. At last the Malay lifted his head. "Hai!
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