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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

Bertran gave him
sangaree till Bimi was drunk and stupid, und den--"
Hans paused to puff at his cigar.
"And then?" said I.
"Und den Bertran kill him with his hands, und I go for a walk upon der heach.
It was Bertran's own piziness. When I come back der ape he was dead, und
Bertran he was dying abofe him; but still he laughed a liddle und low, and he
was quite content. Now you know der formula uf der strength of der orangoutang-
-it is more as seven to one in relation to man. But Bertran, he haf killed Bimi
mit sooch dings as Gott gif him. Dot was der mericle."
The infernal clamor in the cage recommenced. "Aha! Dot friend of ours haf still
too much Ego in his Cosmos, Be quiet, thou!"
Hans hissed long and venomously. We could hear the great beast quaking in his
cage.
"But why in the world didn't you help Bertran instead of letting him be
killed?" I asked.
"My friend," said Hans, composedly stretching himself to slumber, "it was not
nice even to mineself dot I should lif after I had seen dot room wit der hole
in der thatch. Und Bertran, he was her husband. Good-night, und sleep well."

NAMGAY DOOLA
ONCE upon a time there was a king who lived on the road to Thibet, very many
miles in the Himalaya Mountains.


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