United States or Israel ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
"We're starting for Hurda to-night, son," he said to Nels. "I've left her a drink or two, and by the time she needs more, she'll be able to get to the river herself." Carlin must have caught the reality of that moment of crisis from Skag's telling the moment when the male tiger might have charged but didn't, because she succeeded in making Malcolm M'Cord see it, too.
All generations after us shall hear of him; but we have looked upon his face!" "Neela Deo, Neela Deo, King of all elephants!" The Lair Carlin appeared to get right again in a few days of quiet after her terrific experience on Mitha Baba. There were a few more wonderful weeks for Skag and herself in the Malcolm M'Cord bungalow in Hurda weeks always remembered.
To his amazement Skag found that the people of Hurda knew something of the story of the tiger-pit and his part in delivering the Grass Jungle people from the toils and tributes of the great snake. . . . He was not sent back. For a long time, until the forenoon was half spent, the three marched silently.
They never found out how far the two women would have been taken beyond the Nerbudda. After they had first mounted into the red howdah at Hurda, the messenger of the Kabuli had disappeared into the crowd and was not seen again. . . . As for the monster himself, he had suffered enough to plan craftily.
In India, where people have pride of race, and time to keep it shining, there are formalities. . . . The two had arranged to meet in the jungle not deep in the glen where the tiger had coughed, but at the edge toward Hurda, when Skag returned from Poona. He was to go straight into the jungle from the railway station. Carlin would be watching and follow there. . . .
Miss Annesley was Carlin's closest friend in Hurda. They worked together among the women and children, among the sick and hungry, and found much to do, without entering the deeper concerns of soul-wellbeing which Mr. Maurice attended. These last were rather reticent concerns of Carlin, especially. Mr.
Yes, he remembered the story of the beating of the monster, the long slow healing after that; and his last look, as he left Hurda for the last time. . . . It was well, Chakkra said, that they had open country for the chase. It was well that the Kabuli did not call to the Sahibas, and hide them in one of the great Mohammedan households of Hurda where even Indian Government might not search.
On the other side from the Oval and toward Hurda, was the little old bungalow where Margaret Annesley of the tender heart out of her lonely garden, looked that day and saw. Across the great Highway from the temple of Manu, the bungalow of Dickson Sahib sheltered under the mighty sweep of full bearing mango trees.
The fact that the young man was away from Hurda this day was well for him, because he had shot and wounded a great monkey, the king of his people. In the next few minutes Skag missed nothing, though his surface faculties were merely winding spools, compared to the activity of a great machine within.
Elephant Concerns "Only the altogether ignorant do not know that the women of my line have been chaste." It was the youngest mahout of the Chief Commissioner's elephant stockades of Hurda, who spoke. They sat in comfort under the feathery branches of tall tamarisk trees, smoking their water-pipes, after the sunset meal. It was the time for talk.
Word Of The Day