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Updated: May 20, 2025

"Taking me and Mir Abdul Haq and Mir Hussein Ali and many men and servants, among whom was the body-servant, the boy Moussa Isa Somali, he set forth, a little depressed that we heard not the cry of the partridge in the fields of Mekran Kot as we started not exactly a bad omen, but lacking a good one.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

And my brother, knowing what to do, used the things then and there, to the wonder of Abdul Haq and Hussein Ali, pouring the liquor into the glass cup, and holding it to his eyes, and with back-thrown head washing the eye and soothing it. "'Shahbas! quoth he. 'It is good, and anon we proceeded to the gun-shop and then to the bungalow belonging to the Jam Saheb.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood, Our furs with the drifted snow, As we come in with the seal the seal! In from the edge of the floe. Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq! And the yelping dog-teams go, And the long whips crack, and the men come back, Back from the edge of the floe!

Rudyard Kipling - The Second Jungle Book

And in the morning came Abdul Haq and Hussein Ali and the servants and oont-wallahs, save a few who had been sent with laden camels by the Caravan Road. And, when all had eaten and rested, my brother held durbar, having placed Ibrahim Mahmud in the midst, bound, and looking like one who has long lain upon a bed of sickness. Meeting.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood, Our eyes with the drifting snow; But we come back to our wives again, Back from the edge of the floe! Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq! And the loaded dog-teams go, And the wives can hear their men come back. Back from the edge of the floe! For our white and our excellent nights -for the nights of swift running.

Rudyard Kipling - The Second Jungle Book

Behold I will drop but one drop of my soothing lotion into each of his eyes! ... and he turned to Ibrahim the Weeper, with the uncorked bottle in his hand the bottle from which came forth smoke, though it was cold. But Ibrahim rolled screaming, and strove to thrust his face into the ground. 'It is strange indeed, mused Abdul Haq, stroking his beard, while none smiled. 'Strange, in every truth.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

"'Could'st thou leave us, O Ibrahim, my brother's friend? and the voice of Abdul Haq followed with: "'Shouldst thou leave us, O Ibrahim, my cousin's friend? and Hussein Ali's voice added: "'Do not leave us, O Ibrahim, my friend's friend. Like the wolf-pack, every other voice in the camp in turn implored: "'Never leave us, O Ibrahim, our master's friend.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life

"And Abdul Haq spoke and said: 'Is it so indeed, Mir Saheb? And my brother said: 'It is so; and Hussein Ali said: 'Is it so indeed, Mir Saheb? And my brother said 'It is so; and all men said the same thing gravely and my brother made the same answer.

Percival Christopher Wren - Driftwood Spars: The Stories of a Man, a Boy, a Woman, and Certain Other People Who: Strangely Met Upon the Sea of Life