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Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936

"From Mine Own People"

But there was one word which he said often. Thus, ''Shun!'
Then I and my brethren stood upon our feet, our hands to our sides, thus."
"Even so. And what was thy mother?"
"A woman of the Hills. We be Lepchas of Darjiling, but me they call an
outlander because my hair is as thou seest."
The Thibetan woman, his wife, touched him on the arm gently. The long parley
outside the fort had lasted far into the day. It was now close upon twilight--
the hour of the Angelus. Very solemnly the red-headed brats rose from the floor
and formed a semicircle. Namgay Doola laid his gun aside, lighted a little oil-
lamp, and set it before a recess in the wall. Pulling back a wisp of dirty
cloth, he revealed a worn brass crucifix leaning against the helmet badge of a
long-forgotten East India Company's regiment. "Thus did my father," he said,
crossing himself clumsily. The wife and children followed suit. Then, all
together, they struck up the wailing cham that I heard on the hillside:
"Dir bane mard-i-yemen dir To weeree ala gee."
I was puzzled no longer. Again and again they sung, as if their hearts would
break, their version of the chorus of "The Wearing of the Green":
"They're hanging men and women, too, For the wearing of the green,.


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