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Updated: June 10, 2025
I wait for my milkless nero, Free to observe undistracted all sorts and sizes of persons, Blending civilian and soldier in strangest costume, coming in, and Gulping in hottest haste, still standing, their coffee, withdrawing Eagerly, jangling a sword on the steps, or jogging a musket Slung to the shoulder behind.
"The other evening," said the half-caste, "I was on the banks of the lake, behind a rock; a young woman came there a few rags hardly covered her lean and sun-scorched body in her arms she held a little child, which she pressed weeping to her milkless breast. She kissed it three times, and said to it: 'You, at least, shall not be so unhappy as your father' and she threw it into the lake.
Salt, sugar and mustard came out of small ration bags. McKeith produced black-handled knives and forks the last a concession. And good to taste were the fizzling johnny-cakes and the strong, sweet, milkless tea. Such was Lady Bridget's real marriage feast. They were hungry, yet they dallied over the repast. It was the most delicious food she had ever tasted, Bridget said. They made little jokes.
I was about to say something insulting to my employer, to get up and leave the place demonstratively. But I said to myself that I should soon be through with this kind of life for good, and I held myself in leash. Two or three minutes later I sat at a machine, eating my milkless lunch. I was trying to forget the incident, trying to think of something else, but in vain.
What! there should on one side be such colossal fortunes, so many foolish fancies gratified, with lives endowed with every happiness, whilst on the other was found inveterate poverty, lack even of bread, absence of every hope, and mothers killing themselves with their babes, to whom they had nought to offer but the blood of their milkless breast!
But for some reason or other, since I got to know him, I have thought rather less of the iniquity of these things than I did before. The day has been fearfully hot, as usual, and they have done a long march. They were up last night on picket, and have had nothing to eat all day as yet but a biscuit or two and a cup of milkless coffee. This sort of thing has been going on for months.
"The other evening," said the half-caste, "I was on the banks of the lake, behind a rock; a young woman came there a few rags hardly covered her lean and sun-scorched body in her arms she held a little child, which she pressed weeping to her milkless breast. She kissed it three times, and said to it: 'You, at least, shall not be so unhappy as your father' and she threw it into the lake.
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