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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Five Nations, Volume II (of 2) - -Author: Rudyard Kipling - -Release Date: September 8, 2019 [EBook #60261] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FIVE NATIONS, VOLUME II (OF 2) *** - - - - -Produced by deaurider, Charlie Howard, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - - - - -Transcriber’s Notes - - -Italic text is enclosed in _underscores_; small-caps text has been -changed to all-caps. - -Bracketed page numbers, such as [Page 17], at the beginning of each -Poem, were added as a Search aid by Transcriber, as the Table of -Contents is in alphabetical, rather than page number sequence. - - - - - THE SERVICE EDITION - OF - THE WORKS OF - RUDYARD KIPLING - - - - - THE FIVE NATIONS - - VOL. II - - - - - THE - - FIVE NATIONS - - BY RUDYARD KIPLING - - IN TWO VOLUMES - VOL. II - - [Illustration] - - METHUEN AND CO., LTD. - 36 ESSEX STREET W.C. - - - - - _First Published_ _September 1903_ - _Second Edition_ _1903_ - _Third Edition_ _1907_ - _Fourth Edition_ _1908_ - _Fifth and Sixth Editions_ _1909_ - _Seventh Edition_ _1910_ - _Eighth Edition_ _1911_ - _Ninth Edition_ _1912_ - _Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth, and Thirteenth Editions_ _1913_ - _Fourteenth Edition_ _1914_ - _Fifteenth Edition (2 vols.)_ _1914_ - - - - - -CONTENTS - -THE FIVE NATIONS - - - PAGE - BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO 8 - - DIRGE OF DEAD SISTERS 26 - - ISLANDERS, THE 31 - - LESSON, THE 13 - - OLD ISSUE, THE 1 - - PEACE OF DIVES, THE 40 - - REFORMERS, THE 23 - - SETTLER, THE 53 - - SOUTH AFRICA 49 - - - SERVICE SONGS - - BOOTS 88 - - CHANT-PAGAN 59 - - COLUMNS 72 - - FILES, THE 17 - - HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL 102 - - INSTRUCTOR, THE 86 - - LICHTENBERG 95 - - MARRIED MAN, THE 91 - - M. I. 64 - - PARTING OF THE COLUMNS, THE 77 - - PIET 104 - - RECESSIONAL 121 - - RETURN, THE 117 - - STELLENBOSH 98 - - TWO KOPJES 82 - - UBIQUE 113 - - ‘WILFUL-MISSING’ 110 - - - - -INDEX TO FIRST LINES - - - PAGE - At times when under cover I ’ave said, 86 - - - Files, 17 - - - God of our fathers, known of old, 121 - - - ‘Here is nothing new nor aught unproven’ say the Trumpets, 1 - - Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, 53 - - - I do not love my Empire’s foes, 104 - - I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my - arm, 64 - - - Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, 13 - - Lived a woman wonderful, 49 - - - Me that ’ave been what I’ve been, 59 - - - No doubt but ye are the People--your throne is above the King’s, 31 - - Not in the camp his victory lies, 23 - - Only two African kopjes, 82 - - Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry, 72 - - - Peace is declared, an’ I return, 117 - - - Smells are surer than sounds or sights, 95 - - Sudden the desert changes, 8 - - - The bachelor ’e fights for one, 91 - - The General ’eard the firin’ on the flank, 98 - - There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may, 113 - - There is a world outside the one you know, 110 - - The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay, 40 - - - We’re foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin’ over Africa! 88 - - We’ve rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand, 77 - - When by the labour of my ’ands, 102 - - Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order, 26 - - - - -THE OLD ISSUE [Page 1] - -OCTOBER 9, 1899 - - - _’Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,’ say the Trumpets, - ‘Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed. - ‘It is the King--the King we schooled aforetime!’ - (Trumpets in the marshes--in the eyot at Runnymede!)_ - - _’Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger,’ peal the Trumpets, - ‘Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall. - ‘It is the King!’--inexorable Trumpets-- - (Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whitehall!)_ - - * * * * * - - _’He hath veiled the crown and hid the sceptre,’ warn the Trumpets, - ‘He hath changed the fashion of the lies that cloak his will. - ‘Hard die the Kings--ah hard--dooms hard!’ declare the Trumpets, - Trumpets at the gang-plank where the brawling troop-decks fill!_ - - _Ancient and Unteachable, abide--abide the trumpets! - Once again the Trumpets, for the shuddering ground-swell brings - Clamour over ocean of the harsh pursuing Trumpets-- - Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce with Kings!_ - - All we have of freedom, all we use or know-- - This our fathers bought for us long and long ago. - - Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw-- - Leave to live by no man’s leave, underneath the Law. - - Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing - Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King. - - Till our fathers ’stablished, after bloody years, - How our King is one with us, first among his peers. - - So they bought us freedom--not at little cost-- - Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost. - - Over all things certain, this is sure indeed, - Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed. - - Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure, - Whining ‘He is weak and far’; crying ‘Time shall cure.’ - - (Time himself is witness, till the battle joins, - Deeper strikes the rottenness in the people’s loins.) - - Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace. - Suffer not the old King here or overseas. - - They that beg us barter--wait his yielding mood-- - Pledge the years we hold in trust--pawn our brother’s blood-- - - Howso’ great their clamour, whatso’er their claim, - Suffer not the old King under any name! - - Here is naught unproven--here is naught to learn. - It is written what shall fall if the King return. - - He shall mark our goings, question whence we came, - Set his guards about us, as in Freedom’s name. - - He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware; - He shall change our gold for arms--arms we may not bear. - - He shall break his Judges if they cross his word; - He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord. - - He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring - Watchers ’neath our window, lest we mock the King-- - - Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies; - Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies. - - Strangers of his council, hirelings of his pay, - These shall deal our Justice: sell--deny--delay. - - We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse - For the Land we look to--for the Tongue we use. - - We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet, - While his hired captains jeer us in the street. - - Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun, - Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run. - - Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled-- - Laying on a new land evil of the old; - - Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain-- - All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again. - - _Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue-- - Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew._ - - _Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid: - Step for step and word for word--so the old Kings did!_ - - _Step by step and word by word: who is ruled may read. - Suffer not the old Kings--for we know the breed--_ - - _All the right they promise--all the wrong they bring. - Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King!_ - - - - -BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO [Page 8] - - ‘and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge.’ - - _District Orders--Lines of Communication._ - - - Sudden the desert changes, - The raw glare softens and clings, - Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges - Stand up like the thrones of kings-- - - Ramparts of slaughter and peril-- - Blazing, amazing--aglow - ’Twixt the sky-line’s belting beryl - And the wine-dark flats below. - - Royal the pageant closes, - Lit by the last of the sun-- - Opal and ash-of-roses, - Cinnamon, umber, and dun. - - The twilight swallows the thicket, - The starlight reveals the ridge; - The whistle shrills to the picket-- - We are changing guard on the bridge. - - (Few, forgotten and lonely, - Where the empty metals shine-- - No, not combatants--only - Details guarding the line.) - - We slip through the broken panel - Of fence by the ganger’s shed; - We drop to the waterless channel - And the lean track overhead; - - We stumble on refuse of rations, - The beef and the biscuit-tins; - We take our appointed stations, - And the endless night begins. - - We hear the Hottentot herders - As the sheep click past to the fold-- - And the click of the restless girders - As the steel contracts in the cold-- - - Voices of jackals calling - And, loud in the hush between, - A morsel of dry earth falling - From the flanks of the scarred ravine. - - And the solemn firmament marches, - And the hosts of heaven rise - Framed through the iron arches-- - Banded and barred by the ties, - - Till we feel the far track humming, - And we see her headlight plain, - And we gather and wait her coming-- - The wonderful north-bound train. - - (Few, forgotten and lonely, - Where the white car-windows shine-- - No, not combatants--only - Details guarding the line.) - - Quick, ere the gift escape us! - Out of the darkness we reach - For a handful of week-old papers - And a mouthful of human speech. - - And the monstrous heaven rejoices, - And the earth allows again, - Meetings, greetings, and voices - Of women talking with men. - - So we return to our places, - As out on the bridge she rolls; - And the darkness covers our faces, - And the darkness re-enters our souls. - - More than a little lonely - Where the lessening tail-lights shine. - No--not combatants--only - Details guarding the line! - - - - -THE LESSON [Page 13] - -(1899–1902) - - - _Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, - We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good._ - - Not on a single issue, or in one direction or twain, - But conclusively, comprehensively, and several times and again, - Were all our most holy illusions knocked higher than Gilderoy’s kite. - We have had a jolly good lesson, and it serves us jolly well right! - - This was not bestowèd us under the trees, nor yet in the shade of a - tent, - But swingingly, over eleven degrees of a bare brown continent. - From Lamberts to Delagoa Bay, and from Pietersburg to Sutherland, - Fell the phenomenal lesson we learned--with a fulness accorded no - other land. - - It was our fault, and our very great fault, and _not_ the judgment of - Heaven. - We made an Army in our own image, on an island nine by seven, - Which faithfully mirrored its makers’ ideals, equipment, and mental - attitude-- - And so we got our lesson: and we ought to accept it with gratitude. - - We have spent two hundred million pounds to prove the fact once more, - That horses are quicker than men afoot, since two and two make four: - And horses have four legs, and men have two legs, and two into four - goes twice, - And nothing over except our lesson--and very cheap at the price. - - For remember (this our children shall know: we are too near for that - knowledge) - Not our mere astonied camps, but Council and Creed and College-- - All the obese, unchallenged old things that stifle and overlie us-- - Have felt the effects of the lesson we got--an advantage no money - could buy us! - - Then let us develop this marvellous asset which we alone command, - And which, it may subsequently transpire, will be worth as much as - the Rand: - Let us approach this pivotal fact in a humble yet hopeful mood-- - We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good! - - It was our fault, and our very great fault--and now we must turn it - to use; - We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse! - So the more we work and the less we talk the better results we shall - get-- - We have had an Imperial lesson; it may make us an Empire yet! - - - - -THE FILES [Page 17] - -(THE SUB-EDITOR SPEAKS) - - - Files-- - The Files-- - Office Files! - Oblige me by referring to the files. - Every question man can raise, - Every phrase of every phase - Of that question is on record in the files-- - (Threshed out threadbare--fought and finished in the files). - Ere the Universe at large - Was our new-tipped arrows’ targe-- - Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles-- - Faenza, gentle reader, spent her--five-and-twentieth leader - (You will find him, and some others, in the files). - Warn all future Robert Brownings and Carlyles, - It will interest them to hunt among the files, - Where unvisited, a-cold, - Lie the crowded years of old - In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the files-- - (In our newspaPère-la-Chaise the office files), - Where the dead men lay them down - Meekly sure of long renown, - And above them, sere and swift, - Packs the daily deepening drift - Of the all-recording, all-effacing files-- - The obliterating, automatic files. - Count the mighty men who slung - Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue - When Reform and you were young-- - Made their boasts and spake according in the files-- - (Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the files!) - Trace each all-forgot career - From long primer through brevier - Unto Death, a para minion in the files - (Para minion--solid--bottom of the files).... - Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the files, - They were great, their views were leaded, - And their deaths were triple-headed, - So they catch the eye in running through the files - (Show as blazes in the mazes of the files); - For their ‘paramours and priests,’ - And their gross, jack-booted feasts, - And their epoch-marking actions see the files. - Was it Bomba fled the blue Sicilian isles? - Was it Saffi, a professor - Once of Oxford, brought redress or - Garibaldi? Who remembers - Forty-odd-year old Septembers?-- - Only sextons paid to dig among the files - (Such as I am, born and bred among the files). - You must hack through much deposit - Ere you know for sure who was it - Came to burial with such honour in the files - (Only seven seasons back beneath the files). - ‘Very great our loss and grievous-- - ‘So our best and brightest leave us, - ‘And it ends the Age of Giants,’ say the files; - All the ’60--’70--’80--’90 files - (The open-minded, opportunist files-- - The easy ‘O King, live for ever’ files). - It is good to read a little in the files; - ’Tis a sure and sovereign balm - Unto philosophic calm, - Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles. - When you know Success is Greatness, - When you marvel at your lateness - In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles - (Self-helpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles). - When your Imp of Blind Desire - Bids you set the Thames afire, - You’ll remember men have done so--in the files. - You’ll have seen those flames transpire--in the files - (More than once that flood has run so--in the files). - When the Conchimarian horns - Of the reboantic Norns - Usher gentlemen and ladies - With new lights on Heaven and Hades, - Guaranteeing to Eternity - All yesterday’s modernity; - When Brocken-spectres made by - Some one’s breath on ink parade by, - Very earnest and tremendous, - Let not shows of shows offend us. - When of everything we like we - Shout ecstatic:--’_Quod ubique, - Quod ab omnibus_ means _semper!_’ - Oh, my brother, keep your temper! - Light your pipe and take a look along the files! - You’ve a better chance to guess - At the meaning of Success - (Which is Greatness--_vide_ press) - When you’ve seen it in perspective in the files. - - - - -THE REFORMERS [Page 23] - - - _Not in the camp his victory lies - Or triumph in the market-place, - Who is his Nation’s sacrifice - To turn the judgment from his race._ - - Happy is he who, bred and taught - By sleek, sufficing Circumstance-- - Whose Gospel was the apparelled thought, - Whose Gods were Luxury and Chance-- - - Sees, on the threshold of his days, - The old life shrivel like a scroll, - And to unheralded dismays - Submits his body and his soul; - - The fatted shows wherein he stood - Foregoing, and the idiot pride, - That he may prove with his own blood - All that his easy sires denied-- - - Ultimate issues, primal springs, - Demands, abasements, penalties-- - The imperishable plinth of things - Seen and unseen, that touch our peace. - - For, though ensnaring ritual dim - His vision through the after-years, - Yet virtue shall go out of him: - Example profiting his peers. - - With great things charged he shall not hold - Aloof till great occasion rise, - But serve, full-harnessed, as of old, - The days that are the destinies. - - He shall forswear and put away - The idols of his sheltered house; - And to Necessity shall pay - Unflinching tribute of his vows. - - He shall not plead another’s act, - Nor bind him in another’s oath - To weigh the Word above the Fact, - Or make or take excuse for sloth. - - The yoke he bore shall press him still, - And long-ingrained effort goad - To find, to fashion, and fulfil - The cleaner life, the sterner code. - - _Not in the camp his victory lies-- - The world (unheeding his return) - Shall see it in his children’s eyes - And from his grandson’s lips shall learn!_ - - - - -DIRGE OF DEAD SISTERS [Page 26] - - - Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order - (Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?) - And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter, - And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair? - - (Now and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils, - Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by-- - Let us now remember many honourable women, - Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.) - - Who recalls the morning and the thunder through the foothills - (Tufts of fleecy shrapnel strung along the empty plains?) - And the sun-scarred Red-Cross coaches creeping guarded to the - culvert, - And the faces of the Sisters looking gravely from the trains? - - (When the days were torment and the nights were clouded terror, - When the Powers of Darkness had dominion on our soul-- - When we fled consuming through the Seven Hells of fever, - These put out their hands to us and healed and made us whole.) - - Who recalls the midnight by the bridge’s wrecked abutment - (Autumn rain that rattled like a Maxim on the tin?) - And the lightning-dazzled levels and the streaming, straining - wagons, - And the faces of the Sisters as they bore the wounded in? - - (Till the pain was merciful and stunned us into silence-- - When each nerve cried out on God that made the misused clay; - When the Body triumphed and the last poor shame departed-- - These abode our agonies and wiped the sweat away.) - - Who recalls the noontide and the funerals through the market - (Blanket-hidden bodies, flagless, followed by the flies?) - And the footsore firing-party, and the dust and stench and - staleness, - And the faces of the Sisters and the glory in their eyes? - - (Bold behind the battle, in the open camp all-hallowed, - Patient, wise, and mirthful in the ringed and reeking town, - These endured unresting till they rested from their labours-- - Little wasted bodies, ah, so light to lower down!) - - Yet their graves are scattered and their names are clean forgotten, - Earth shall not remember, but the Waiting Angel knows - Them that died at Uitvlugt when the plague was on the city-- - Her that fell at Simon’s Town in service on our foes. - - _Wherefore we they ransomed, while the breath is in our nostrils, - Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by, - Praise with love and worship many honourable women, - Those that gave their lives for us when we were like to die!_ - - - - -THE ISLANDERS [Page 31] - - - _No doubt but ye are the People--your throne is above the King’s. - Whoso speaks in your presence must say acceptable things: - Bowing the head in worship, bending the knee in fear-- - Bringing the word well smoothen--such as a King should hear._ - - Fenced by your careful fathers, ringed by your leaden seas, - Long did ye wake in quiet and long lie down at ease; - Till ye said of Strife, ‘What is it?’ of the Sword, ‘It is far from - our ken’; - Till ye made a sport of your shrunken hosts and a toy of your armed - men. - Ye stopped your ears to the warning--ye would neither look nor heed-- - Ye set your leisure before their toil and your lusts above their - need. - Because of your witless learning and your beasts of warren and chase, - Ye grudged your sons to their service and your fields for their - camping-place. - Ye forced them glean in the highways the straw for the bricks they - brought; - Ye forced them follow in byways the craft that ye never taught. - Ye hindered and hampered and crippled; ye thrust out of sight and - away - Those that would serve you for honour and those that served you for - pay. - Then were the judgments loosened; then was your shame revealed, - At the hands of a little people, few but apt in the field. - Yet ye were saved by a remnant (and your land’s long-suffering Star), - When your strong men cheered in their millions while your striplings - went to the war. - Sons of the sheltered city--unmade, unhandled, unmeet-- - Ye pushed them raw to the battle as ye picked them raw from the - street. - And what did ye look they should compass? War-craft learned in a - breath, - Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death? - So! And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and prize? - How are the beasts more worthy than the souls your sacrifice? - But ye said, ‘Their valour shall show them’; but ye said, ‘The end is - close.’ - And ye sent them comfits and pictures to help them harry your foes, - And ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted your iron pride, - Ere--ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men who could shoot and - ride! - Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls - With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the - goals. - Given to strong delusion, wholly believing a lie, - Ye saw that the land lay fenceless, and ye let the months go by - Waiting some easy wonder: hoping some saving sign-- - Idle--openly idle--in the lee of the forespent Line. - Idle--except for your boasting--and what is your boasting worth - If ye grudge a year of service to the lordliest life on earth? - Ancient, effortless, ordered, cycle on cycle set, - Life so long untroubled, that ye who inherit forget - It was not made with the mountains, it is not one with the deep. - Men, not gods, devised it. Men, not gods, must keep. - Men, not children, servants, or kinsfolk called from afar, - But each man born in the Island broke to the matter of war. - Soberly and by custom taken and trained for the same; - Each man born in the Island entered at youth to the game-- - As it were almost cricket, not to be mastered in haste, - But after trial and labour, by temperance, living chaste. - As it were almost cricket--as it were even your play, - Weighed and pondered and worshipped, and practised day and day. - So ye shall bide sure-guarded when the restless lightnings wake - In the womb of the blotting war-cloud, and the pallid nations quake. - So, at the haggard trumpets, instant your soul shall leap - Forthright, accoutred, accepting--alert from the wells of sleep. - So at the threat ye shall summon--so at the need ye shall send - Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end; - Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise, - Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice. - But ye say, ‘It will mar our comfort.’ Ye say, ‘It will minish our - trade.’ - Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a gun is laid? - For the low, red glare to southward when the raided coast-towns burn? - (Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to learn.) - Will ye pitch some white pavilion, and lustily even the odds, - With nets and hoops and mallets, with rackets and bats and rods? - Will the rabbit war with your foemen--the red deer horn them for hire? - Your kept cock-pheasant keep you?--he is master of many a shire. - Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt, - Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their brow-beat columns - melt? - Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or ballot them back - from your shore? - Will your workmen issue a mandate to bid them strike no more? - Will ye rise and dethrone your rulers? (Because ye were idle both? - Pride by insolence chastened? Indolence purged by sloth?) - No doubt but ye are the People; who shall make you afraid? - Also your gods are many; no doubt but your gods shall aid. - Idols of greasy altars built for the body’s ease; - Proud little brazen Baals and talking fetishes; - Teraphs of sept and party and wise wood-pavement gods-- - _These_ shall come down to the battle and snatch you from under the - rods? - From the gusty, flickering gun-roll with viewless salvoes rent, - And the pitted hail of the bullets that tell not whence they were - sent. - When ye are ringed as with iron, when ye are scourged as with whips, - When the meat is yet in your belly, and the boast is yet on your - lips; - When ye go forth at morning and the noon beholds you broke, - Ere ye lie down at even, your remnant, under the yoke. - - _No doubt but ye are the People--absolute, strong, and wise; - Whatever your heart has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes. - On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!_ - - - - -THE PEACE OF DIVES [Page 40] - - - The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: - ‘Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay, - ‘And the Saint and Seer and Prophet - ‘Can make no better of it - ‘Than to sanctify and prophesy and pray. - - ‘Rise up, rise up, thou Dives, and take again thy gold, - ‘And thy women and thy housen as they were to thee of old. - ‘It may be grace hath found thee - ‘In the furnace where We bound thee, - ‘And that thou shalt bring the peace My Son foretold.’ - - Then merrily rose Dives and leaped from out his fire, - And walked abroad with diligence to do the Lord’s desire; - And anon the battles ceased, - And the captives were released, - And Earth had rest from Goshen to Gadire. - - The Word came down to Satan that raged and roared alone, - ’Mid the shouting of the peoples by the cannon overthrown - (But the Prophets, Saints, and Seers - Set each other by the ears, - For each would claim the marvel as his own): - - ‘Rise up, rise up, thou Satan, upon the Earth to go, - ‘And prove the peace of Dives if it be good or no: - ‘For all that he hath planned - ‘We deliver to thy hand, - ‘As thy skill shall serve to break it or bring low.’ - - Then mightily rose Satan, and about the Earth he hied, - And breathed on Kings in idleness and Princes drunk with pride; - But for all the wrong he breathed - There was never sword unsheathed, - And the fires he lighted flickered out and died. - - Then terribly rose Satan, and he darkened Earth afar, - Till he came on cunning Dives where the money-changers are; - And he saw men pledge their gear - For the gold that buys the spear, - And the helmet and the habergeon of war. - - Yea to Dives came the Persian and the Syrian and the Mede-- - And their hearts were nothing altered, nor their cunning nor their - greed-- - And they pledged their flocks and farms - For the king-compelling arms, - And Dives lent according to their need. - - Then Satan said to Dives:--’Return again with me, - ‘Who hast broken His Commandment in the day He set thee free, - ‘Who grindest for thy greed, - ‘Man’s belly-pinch and need; - ‘And the blood of Man to filthy usury!’ - - Then softly answered Dives where the money-changers sit:-- - ‘My refuge is Our Master, O My Master in the Pit; - ‘But behold all Earth is laid - ‘In the peace which I have made, - ‘And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!’ - - Then angrily turned Satan, and about the Seas he fled, - To shake the new-sown peoples with insult, doubt, and dread; - But for all the sleight he used - There was never squadron loosed, - And the brands he flung flew dying and fell dead. - - Yet to Dives came Atlantis and the Captains of the West-- - And their hates were nothing weakened nor their anger nor unrest-- - And they pawned their utmost trade - For the dry, decreeing blade; - And Dives lent and took of them their best. - - Then Satan said to Dives:--’Declare thou by The Name, - ‘The secret of thy subtlety that turneth mine to shame. - ‘It is known through all the Hells - ‘How my peoples mocked my spells, - ‘And my faithless Kings denied me ere I came.’ - - Then answered cunning Dives: ‘Do not gold and hate abide - ‘At the heart of every Magic, yea, and senseless fear beside? - ‘With gold and fear and hate - ‘I have harnessed state to state, - ‘And with hate and fear and gold their hates are tied. - - ‘For hate men seek a weapon, for fear they seek a shield-- - ‘Keener blades and broader targes than their frantic neighbours - wield-- - ‘For gold I arm their hands, - ‘And for gold I buy their lands, - ‘And for gold I sell their enemies the yield. - - ‘Their nearest foes may purchase, or their furthest friends may - lease, - ‘One by one from Ancient Accad to the Islands of the Seas. - ‘And their covenants they make - ‘For the naked iron’s sake, - ‘But I--I trap them armoured into peace. - - ‘The flocks that Egypt pledged me to Assyria I drave, - ‘And Pharaoh hath the increase of the herds that Sargon gave. - ‘Not for Ashdod overthrown - ‘Will the Kings destroy their own, - ‘Or their peoples wake the strife they feign to brave. - - ‘Is not Calno like Carchemish? For the steeds of their desire - ‘They have sold me seven harvests that I sell to Crowning Tyre; - ‘And the Tyrian sweeps the plains - ‘With a thousand hired wains, - ‘And the Cities keep the peace and--share the hire. - - ‘Hast thou seen the pride of Moab? For the swords about his path, - ‘His bond is to Philistia, in half of all he hath. - ‘And he dare not draw the sword - ‘Till Gaza give the word, - ‘And he show release from Askalon and Gath. - - ‘Wilt thou call again thy peoples, wilt thou craze anew thy Kings? - ‘Lo! my lightnings pass before thee, and their whistling servant - brings, - ‘Ere the drowsy street hath stirred-- - ‘Every masked and midnight word, - ‘And the nations break their fast upon these things. - - ‘So I make a jest of Wonder, and a mock of Time and Space, - ‘The roofless Seas an hostel, and the Earth a market-place, - ‘Where the anxious traders know - ‘Each is surety for his foe, - ‘And none may thrive without his fellows’ grace. - - ‘Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my wit, - ‘God give thee good enlightenment, My Master in the Pit. - ‘But behold all Earth is laid - ‘In the peace which I have made, - ‘And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!’ - - - - -SOUTH AFRICA [Page 49] - - - Lived a woman wonderful, - (May the Lord amend her!) - Neither simple, kind, nor true, - But her Pagan beauty drew - Christian gentlemen a few - Hotly to attend her. - - _Christian gentlemen a few - From Berwick unto Dover; - For she was South Africa, - And she was South Africa, - She was our South Africa, - Africa all over!_ - - Half her land was dead with drouth, - Half was red with battle; - She was fenced with fire and sword, - Plague on pestilence outpoured, - Locusts on the greening sward - And murrain on the cattle! - - _True, ah true, and overtrue; - That is why we love her! - For she is South Africa, - And she is South Africa, - She is our South Africa, - Africa all over!_ - - Bitter hard her lovers toiled, - Scandalous their payment,-- - Food forgot on trains derailed; - Cattle-dung where fuel failed; - Water where the mules had staled; - And sackcloth for their raiment! - - So she filled their mouths with dust - And their bones with fever; - Greeted them with cruel lies; - Treated them despiteful-wise; - Meted them calamities - Till they vowed to leave her. - - They took ship and they took sail, - Raging, from her borders,-- - In a little, none the less, - They forgat their sore duresse, - They forgave her waywardness - And returned for orders! - - They esteemed her favour more - Than a Throne’s foundation. - For the glory of her face - Bade farewell to breed and race-- - Yea, and made their burial-place - Altar of a Nation! - - Wherefore, being bought by blood, - And by blood restorèd - To the arms that nearly lost, - She, because of all she cost, - Stands, a very woman, most - Perfect and adorèd! - - _On your feet, and let them know - This is why we love her! - For she is South Africa, - She is our South Africa, - Is our own South Africa, - Africa all over!_ - - - - -THE SETTLER [Page 53] - - - Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, - And the deep soil glistens red, - I will repair the wrong that was done - To the living and the dead. - Here, where the senseless bullet fell, - And the barren shrapnel burst, - I will plant a tree, I will dig a well, - Against the heat and the thirst. - - Here, in a large and a sunlit land, - Where no wrong bites to the bone, - I will lay my hand in my neighbour’s hand, - And together we will atone - For the set folly and the red breach - And the black waste of it all, - Giving and taking counsel each - Over the cattle-kraal. - - Here will we join against our foes-- - The hailstroke and the storm, - And the red and rustling cloud that blows - The locust’s mile-deep swarm; - Frost and murrain and floods let loose - Shall launch us side by side - In the holy wars that have no truce - ’Twixt seed and harvest tide. - - Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain, - Our love shall redeem unto life; - We will gather and lead to her lips again - The waters of ancient strife, - From the far and the fiercely guarded streams - And the pools where we lay in wait, - Till the corn cover our evil dreams - And the young corn our hate. - - And when we bring old fights to mind, - We will not remember the sin-- - If there be blood on his head of my kind, - Or blood on my head of his kin-- - For the ungrazed upland, the untilled lea - Cry, and the fields forlorn: - ‘The dead must bury their dead, but ye-- - Ye serve an host unborn.’ - - Bless then, our God, the new-yoked plough - And the good beasts that draw, - And the bread we eat in the sweat of our brow - According to Thy Law. - After us cometh a multitude-- - Prosper the work of our hands, - That we may feed with our land’s food - The folk of all our lands! - - Here, in the waves and the troughs of the plains, - Where the healing stillness lies, - And the vast, benignant sky restrains - And the long days make wise-- - Bless to our use the rain and the sun - And the blind seed in its bed, - That we may repair the wrong that was done - To the living and the dead! - - - - -SERVICE SONGS [Page 58] - - - - - _’Tommy’ you was when it began, - But now that it is o’er - You shall be called The Service Man - ’Enceforward, evermore._ - - _Batt’ry, brigade, flank, centre, van, - Defaulter, Army corps-- - From first to last The Service Man - ’Enceforward, evermore._ - - _From ’Alifax to ’Industan, - From York to Singapore-- - ’Orse, foot, an’ guns, The Service Man - ’Enceforward, evermore!_ - - - - -CHANT-PAGAN [Page 59] - -ENGLISH IRREGULAR: ’99–02 - - - Me that ’ave been what I’ve been, - Me that ’ave gone where I’ve gone, - Me that ’ave seen what I’ve seen-- - ’Ow can I ever take on - With awful old England again, - An’ ’ouses both sides of the street, - And ’edges two sides of the lane, - And the parson an’ ‘gentry’ between, - An’ touchin’ my ’at when we meet-- - Me that ’ave been what I’ve been? - - Me that ’ave watched ’arf a world - ’Eave up all shiny with dew, - Kopje on kop to the sun, - An’ as soon as the mist let ’em through - Our ’elios winkin’ like fun-- - Three sides of a ninety-mile square, - Over valleys as big as a shire-- - _Are ye there? Are ye there? Are ye there?_ - An’ then the blind drum of our fire ... - An’ I’m rollin’ ’is lawns for the Squire, - Me! - - Me that ’ave rode through the dark - Forty mile often on end, - Along the Ma’ollisberg Range, - With only the stars for my mark - An’ only the night for my friend, - An’ things runnin’ off as you pass, - An’ things jumpin’ up in the grass, - An’ the silence, the shine an’ the size - Of the ’igh, inexpressible skies.... - I am takin’ some letters almost - As much as a mile, to the post, - An’ ‘mind you come back with the change!’ - Me! - - Me that saw Barberton took - When we dropped through the clouds on their ’ead, - An’ they ’ove the guns over and fled-- - Me that was through Di’mond ’Ill, - An’ Pieters an’ Springs an’ Belfast-- - From Dundee to Vereeniging all! - Me that stuck out to the last - (An’ five bloomin’ bars on my chest)-- - I am doin’ my Sunday-school best, - By the ’elp of the Squire an’ his wife - (Not to mention the ’ousemaid an’ cook), - To come in an’ ’ands up an’ be still, - An’ honestly work for my bread, - My livin’ in that state of life - To which it shall please God to call - Me! - - Me that ’ave followed my trade - In the place where the lightnin’s are made, - ’Twixt the Rains and the Sun and the Moon; - Me that lay down an’ got up - Three years an’ the sky for my roof-- - That ’ave ridden my ’unger an’ thirst - Six thousand raw mile on the hoof, - With the Vaal and the Orange for cup, - An’ the Brandwater Basin for dish,-- - Oh! it’s ’ard to be’ave as they wish, - (Too ’ard, an’ a little too soon), - I’ll ’ave to think over it first-- - Me! - - I will arise an’ get ’ence;-- - I will trek South and make sure - If it’s only my fancy or not - That the sunshine of England is pale, - And the breezes of England are stale, - An’ there’s somethin’ gone small with the lot; - For _I_ know of a sun an’ a wind, - An’ some plains and a mountain be’ind, - An’ some graves by a barb-wire fence; - An’ a Dutchman I’ve fought ’oo might give - Me a job were I ever inclined, - To look in an’ offsaddle an’ live - Where there’s neither a road nor a tree-- - But only my Maker an’ me, - And I think it will kill me or cure, - So I think I will go there an’ see. - - - - -M. I. [Page 64] - -(MOUNTED INFANTRY OF THE LINE) - - - I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, - And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm, - Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you couldn’t buy. - I used to be in the Yorkshires once - (Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once), - Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (_ad lib._) - But now I am M. I. - - That is what we are known as--that is the name you must call - If you want officers’ servants, pickets an’ ’orse-guards an’ all-- - Details for buryin’-parties, company-cooks or supply-- - Turn out the chronic Ikonas! Roll up the ----[1] M. I.! - - My ’ands are spotty with veldt-sores, my shirt is a button an’ frill, - An’ the things I’ve used my bay’nit for would make a tinker ill! - An’ I don’t know whose dam’ column I’m in, nor where we’re trekkin’ - nor why. - I’ve trekked from the Vaal to the Orange once-- - From the Vaal to the greasy Pongolo once-- - (Or else it was called the Zambesi once)-- - For now I am M. I. - - That is what we are known as--we are the push you require - For outposts all night under freezin’, an’ rear-guard all day under - fire. - Anything ’ot or unwholesome? Anything dusty or dry? - Borrow a bunch of Ikonas! Trot out the ---- M. I.! - - Our Sergeant-Major’s a subaltern, our Captain’s a Fusilier-- - Our Adjutant’s ‘late of Somebody’s ’Orse,’ an’ a Melbourne auctioneer; - But you couldn’t spot us at ’arf a mile from the crackest caval-ry. - They used to talk about Lancers once, - Hussars, Dragoons, an’ Lancers once, - ’Elmets, pistols, an’ carbines once, - But now we are M. I. - - That is what we are known as--we are the orphans they blame - For beggin’ the loan of an ’ead-stall an’ makin’ a mount to the same: - ‘Can’t even look at an ’orselines but some one goes bellerin’ ‘Hi! - ‘’Ere comes a burglin’ Ikona!’ Footsack you ---- M. I.! - - We’re trekkin’ our twenty miles a day an’ bein’ loved by the Dutch, - But we don’t hold on by the mane no more, nor lose our stirrups--much; - An’ we scout with a senior man in charge where the ’oly white flags - fly. - We used to think they were friendly once, - Didn’t take any precautions once - (Once, my ducky, an’ only once!) - But now we are M. I. - - That is what we are known as--we are the beggars that got - Three days ‘to learn equitation,’ an’ six months o’ bloomin’ well - trot! - Cow-guns, an’ cattle, an’ convoys--an’ Mister De Wet on the fly-- - We are the rollin’ Ikonas! We are the ---- M. I.! - - The new fat regiments come from home, imaginin’ vain V.C.’s - (The same as our talky-fighty men which are often Number Threes[2]), - But our words o’ command are ‘Scatter’ an’ ‘Close’ an’ ‘Let your - wounded lie.’ - We used to rescue ’em noble once,-- - Givin’ the range as we raised ’em once, - Gettin’ ’em killed as we saved ’em once-- - But now we are M. I. - - That is what we are known as--we are the lanterns you view - After a fight round the kopjes, lookin’ for men that we knew; - Whistlin’ an’ callin’ together, ’altin’ to catch the reply:-- - ‘’Elp me! O ’elp me, Ikonas!’ This way, the ---- M. I.! - - I wish my mother could see me now, a-gatherin’ news on my own, - When I ride like a General up to the scrub and ride back like Tod - Sloan, - Remarkable close to my ’orse’s neck to let the shots go by. - We used to fancy it risky once - (Called it a reconnaissance once), - Under the charge of an orf’cer once, - But now we are M. I. - - That is what we are known as--that is the song you must say - When you want men to be Mausered at one and a penny a day; - We are no five-bob colonials--we are the ’omemade supply, - Ask for the London Ikonas! Ring up the ---- M. I.! - - I wish myself could talk to myself as I left ’im a year ago; - I could tell ’im a lot that would save ’im a lot on the things that - ’e ought to know! - When I think o’ that ignorant barrack-bird, it almost makes me cry. - I used to belong in an Army once - (Gawd! what a rum little Army once), - Red little, dead little Army once! - But now I am M. I.! - - That is what we are known as--we are the men that have been - Over a year at the business, smelt it an’ felt it an’ seen. - We ’ave got ’old of the needful--_you_ will be told by and by; - Wait till you’ve ’eard the Ikonas, spoke to the old M. I.! - - _Mount--march, Ikonas! Stand to your ’orses again! - Mop off the frost on the saddles, mop up the miles on the plain. - Out go the stars in the dawnin’, up goes our dust to the sky, - Walk--trot, Ikonas! Trek jou,[3] the old M. I.!_ - - [1] Number according to taste and service of audience. - - [2] Horse-holders when in action, and therefore generally under - cover. - - [3] Get ahead. - - - - -COLUMNS [Page 72] - -(MOBILE COLUMNS OF THE LATER WAR) - - - Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry - (_Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!_) - ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Supply? - (_A section, a pompom, an’ six ’undred men._) - - ’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lantern an’ keys - (_Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!_) - ‘Surplus of everything--draw what you please - ‘_For the section, the pompom, an’ six ’undred men_.’ - - ‘What are our orders an’ where do we lay?’ - (_Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!_) - ‘You came after dark--you will leave before day, - ‘_You section, you pompom, an’ six ’undred men!_’ - - Down the tin street, ’alf awake an’ unfed, - ’Ark to ’em blessin’ the Gen’ral in bed! - Now by the church an’ the outspan they wind-- - Over the ridge an’ it’s all lef’ be’ind - _For the section_, etc. - - Soon they will camp as the dawn’s growin’ grey, - Roll up for coffee an’ sleep while they may-- - _The section_, etc. - - Read their ’ome letters, their papers an’ such, - For they’ll move after dark to astonish the Dutch - _With a section_, etc. - - ’Untin’ for shade as the long hours pass, - Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass, - _Lies the section_, etc. - - Dossin’ or beatin’ a shirt in the sun, - Watching chameleons or cleanin’ a gun, - _Waits the section_, etc. - - With nothin’ but stillness as far as you please, - An’ the silly mirage stringin’ islands an’ seas - _Round the section_, etc. - - So they strips off their hide an’ they grills in their bones, - Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones - _Towards the section_, etc. - - An’ the Mauser-bird stops an’ the jackals begin, - An’ the ’orse-guard comes up and the Gunners ’ook in - _As a ’int to the pompom an’ six ’undred men_.... - - Off through the dark with the stars to rely on-- - (Alpha Centauri an’ somethin’ Orion) - _Moves the section_, etc. - - Same bloomin’ ’ole which the ant-bear ’as broke, - Same bloomin’ stumble an’ same bloomin’ joke - _Down the section_, etc. - - Same ‘which is right?’ where the cart-tracks divide, - Same ‘give it up’ from the same clever guide - _To the section_, etc. - - Same tumble-down on the same ’idden farm, - Same white-eyed Kaffir ’oo gives the alarm - _Of the section_, etc. - - Same shootin’ wild at the end o’ the night, - Same flyin’ tackle an’ same messy fight - _By the section_, etc. - - Same ugly ’iccup an’ same ’orrid squeal, - When it’s too dark to see an’ it’s too late to feel - _In the section_, etc. - - (Same batch of prisoners, ’airy an’ still, - Watchin’ their comrades bolt over the ’ill - _From the section_, etc.) - - Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun - As ’e gets up displeasured to see what was done - _By the section_, etc. - - Same splash o’ pink on the stoep or the kraal, - An’ the same quiet face which ’as finished with all - _In the section, the pompom, an’ six ’undred men_. - - _Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry - (Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!) - ’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Supply? - (A section, a pompom, an’ six ’undred men.)_ - - - - -THE PARTING OF THE COLUMNS [Page 77] - - ‘... On the --th instant a mixed detachment of colonials left ---- - for Cape Town, there to rejoin their respective homeward-bound - contingents, after fifteen months’ service in the field. They were - escorted to the station by the regular troops in garrison and the - bulk of Colonel ----’s column, which has just come in to refit, - preparatory to further operations. The leave-taking was of the most - cordial character, the men cheering each other continuously.’--_Any - Newspaper._ - - - We’ve rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand. - Together for a year and more around this stinkin’ land: - Now you are goin’ home again, but we must see it through. - We needn’t tell we liked you well. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - You ’ad no special call to come, and so you doubled out, - And learned us how to camp and cook an’ steal a horse and scout: - Whatever game we fancied most, you joyful played it too, - And rather better on the whole. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - There isn’t much we ’aven’t shared, since Kruger cut and run, - The same old work, the same old skoff, the same old dust and sun; - The same old chance that laid us out, or winked an’ let us through; - The same old Life, the same old Death. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - Our blood ’as truly mixed with yours--all down the Red Cross train, - We’ve bit the same thermometer in Bloemingtyphoidtein. - We’ve ’ad the same old temp’rature--the same relapses too, - The same old saw-backed fever-chart. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - But ’twasn’t merely this an’ that (which all the world may know), - ’Twas how you talked an’ looked at things which made us like you so. - All independent, queer an’ odd, but most amazin’ new, - My word! you shook us up to rights. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - Think o’ the stories round the fire, the tales along the trek-- - O’ Calgary an’ Wellin’ton, an’ Sydney and Quebec; - Of mine an’ farm, an’ ranch an’ run, an’ moose an’ cariboo, - An’ parrots peckin’ lambs to death! Good-bye--good luck to you! - - We’ve seen you ’ome by word o’ mouth, we’ve watched your rivers shine, - We’ve ’eard your bloomin’ forests blow of eucalip’ and pine; - Your young, gay countries north an’ south, we feel we own ’em too, - For they was made by rank an’ file. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - We’ll never read the papers now without inquirin’ first - For word from all those friendly dorps where you was born an’ nursed. - Why, Dawson, Galle, an’ Montreal--Port Darwin--Timaru, - They’re only just across the road! Good-bye--good luck to you! - - Good-bye!--So-long! Don’t lose yourselves--nor us, nor all kind - friends, - But tell the girls your side the drift we’re comin’--when it ends! - Good-bye, you bloomin’ Atlases! You’ve taught us somethin’ new: - The world’s no bigger than a kraal. Good-bye--good luck to you! - - - - -TWO KOPJES [Page 82] - -(MADE YEOMANRY) - - - Only two African kopjes, - Only the cart-tracks that wind - Empty and open between ’em, - Only the Transvaal behind; - Only an Aldershot column - Marching to conquer the land ... - Only a sudden and solemn - Visit, unarmed, to the Rand. - - Then scorn not the African kopje, - The kopje that smiles in the heat, - The wholly unoccupied kopje, - The home of Cornelius and Piet. - You can never be sure of your kopje, - But of this be you blooming well sure, - A kopje is always a kopje, - And a Boojer is always a Boer! - - Only two African kopjes, - Only the vultures above, - Only baboons--at the bottom, - Only some buck on the move; - Only a Kensington draper - Only pretending to scout ... - Only bad news for the paper, - Only another knock-out. - - Then mock not the African kopje, - And rub not your flank on its side, - The silent and simmering kopje, - The kopje beloved by the guide. - _You can never be_, etc. - - Only two African kopjes, - Only the dust of their wheels, - Only a bolted commando, - Only our guns at their heels ... - Only a little barb-wire, - Only a natural fort, - Only ‘by sections retire,’ - Only ‘regret to report’! - - Then mock not the African kopje, - Especially when it is twins, - One sharp and one table-topped kopje, - For that’s where the trouble begins. - _You can never be_, etc. - - Only two African kopjes - Baited the same as before-- - Only we’ve had it so often, - Only we’re taking no more ... - Only a wave to our troopers, - Only our flanks swinging past, - Only a dozen voorloopers, - Only _we_’ve learned it at last! - - Then mock not the African kopje, - But take off your hat to the same. - The patient, impartial old kopje, - The kopje that taught us the game! - For all that we knew in the Columns, - And all they’ve forgot on the Staff, - We learned at the fight o’ Two Kopjes, - Which lasted two years an’ a half. - - _O mock not the African kopje, - Not even when peace has been signed-- - The kopje that isn’t a kopje-- - The kopje that copies its kind. - You can never be sure of your kopje, - But of this be you blooming well sure, - That a kopje is always a kopje. - And a Boojer is always a Boer!_ - - - - -THE INSTRUCTOR [Page 86] - -(CORPORALS) - - - At times when under cover I ’ave said, - To keep my spirits up an’ raise a laugh, - ’Earin’ ’im pass so busy over-’ead-- - Old Nickel Neck, ’oo isn’t on the Staff-- - ‘_There’s one above is greater than us all_.’ - - Before ’im I ’ave seen my Colonel fall, - An’ watched ’im write my Captain’s epitaph, - So that a long way off it could be read-- - He _’as_ the knack o’ makin’ men feel small-- - Old Whistle Tip, ’oo isn’t on the Staff. - - There is no sense in fleein’ (I ’ave fled), - Better go on an’ do the belly-crawl, - An’ ’ope ’e’ll ’it some other man instead - Of you ’e seems to ’unt so speshual-- - Fitzy van Spitz, ’oo isn’t on the Staff. - - An’ thus in mem’ry’s gratis biograph, - Now that the show is over, I recall - The peevish voice an’ ’oary mushroom ’ead - Of ’im we owned was greater than us all, - ’Oo give instruction to the quick an’ the dead-- - The Shudderin’ Beggar not upon the Staff. - - - - -BOOTS [Page 88] - -(INFANTRY COLUMNS OF THE EARLIER WAR) - - - We’re foot--slog--slog--slog--sloggin’ over Africa! - Foot--foot--foot--foot--sloggin’ over Africa-- - (Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up and down again!) - There’s no discharge in the war! - - Seven--six--eleven--five--nine-an’-twenty mile to-day-- - Four--eleven--seventeen--thirty-two the day before-- - (Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up and down again!) - There’s no discharge in the war! - - Don’t--don’t--don’t--don’t--look at what’s in front of you - (Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up an’ down again); - Men--men--men--men--men go mad with watchin’ ’em, - An’ there’s no discharge in the war. - - Try--try--try--try--to think o’ something different-- - Oh--my--God--keep--me from goin’ lunatic! - (Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up an’ down again!) - There’s no discharge in the war. - - Count--count--count--count--the bullets in the bandoliers; - If--your--eyes--drop--they will get atop o’ you - (Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up and down again)-- - There’s no discharge in the war! - - We--can--stick--out--’unger, thirst, an’ weariness, - But--not--not--not--not the chronic sight of ’em-- - Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up an’ down again, - An’ there’s no discharge in the war! - - ’Tain’t--so--bad--by--day because o’ company, - But night--brings--long--strings o’ forty thousand million - Boots--boots--boots--boots, movin’ up an’ down again. - There’s no discharge in the war! - - I--’ave--marched--six--weeks in ’Ell an’ certify - It--is--not--fire--devils dark or anything - But boots--boots--boots, movin’ up an’ down again, - An’ there’s no discharge in the war! - - - - -THE MARRIED MAN [Page 91] - -(RESERVIST OF THE LINE) - - - The bachelor ’e fights for one - As joyful as can be; - But the married man don’t call it fun, - Because ’e fights for three-- - For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It - (An’ Two an’ One makes Three) - ’E wants to finish ’is little bit, - An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea! - - The bachelor pokes up ’is ’ead - To see if you are gone; - But the married man lies down instead, - An’ waits till the sights come on. - For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ a hit - (Direct or ricochee) - ’E wants to finish ’is little bit, - An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea. - - The bachelor will miss you clear - To fight another day; - But the married man, ’e says ’No fear!’ - ’E wants you out of the way - Of ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It - (An’ ’is road to ’is farm or the sea), - ’E wants to finish ’is little bit, - An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea. - - The bachelor ’e fights ’is fight - An’ stretches out an’ snores; - But the married man sits up all night-- - For ’e don’t like out o’ doors: - ’E’ll strain an’ listen an’ peer - An’ give the first alarm-- - For the sake o’ the breathin’ ’e’s used to ’ear - An’ the ’ead on the thick of ’is arm. - - The bachelor may risk ’is ’ide - To ’elp you when you’re downed; - But the married man will wait beside - Till the ambulance comes round. - ’E’ll take your ’ome address - An’ all you’ve time to say, - Or if ’e sees there’s ’ope, ’e’ll press - Your art’ry ’alf the day-- - - For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It - (An’ One from Three leaves Two), - For ’e knows you wanted to finish your bit, - An’ ’e knows ’oo’s wantin’ you. - Yes, ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It - (Our ’oly One in Three), - We’re all of us anxious to finish our bit, - An’ we want to get ’ome to our tea! - - Yes, It an’ ’Er an’ ’Im, - Which often makes me think - The married man must sink or swim - An’--’e can’t afford to sink! - Oh ’Im an’ It an’ ’Er - Since Adam an’ Eve began, - So I’d rather fight with the bachel_er_ - An’ be nursed by the married man! - - - - -LICHTENBERG [Page 95] - -(N.S.W. CONTINGENT) - - - Smells are surer than sounds or sights - To make your heart-strings crack-- - They start those awful voices o’ nights - That whisper, ‘Old man, come back.’ - That must be why the big things pass - And the little things remain, - Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg, - Riding in, in the rain. - - There was some silly fire on the flank - And the small wet drizzling down-- - There were the sold-out shops and the bank - And the wet, wide-open town; - And we were doing escort-duty - To somebody’s baggage-train, - And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg-- - Riding in, in the rain. - - It was all Australia to me-- - All I had found or missed: - Every face I was crazy to see, - And every woman I’d kissed: - All that I shouldn’t ha’ done, God knows! - (As He knows I’ll do it again), - That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg, - Riding in, in the rain! - - And I saw Sydney the same as ever, - The picnics and brass-bands; - And the little homestead on Hunter River - And my new vines joining hands. - It all came over me in one act - Quick as a shot through the brain-- - With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg, - Riding in, in the rain. - - I have forgotten a hundred fights, - But one I shall not forget-- - With the raindrops bunging up my sights - And my eyes bunged up with wet; - And through the crack and the stink of the cordite - (Ah Christ! My country again!) - The smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg, - Riding in, in the rain! - - - - -STELLENBOSH [Page 98] - -(COMPOSITE COLUMNS) - - - The General ’eard the firin’ on the flank, - An’ ’e sent a mounted man to bring ’im back - The silly, pushin’ person’s name an’ rank - ’Oo’d dared to answer Brother Boer’s attack. - For there might ’ave been a serious engagement, - An’ ’e might ’ave wasted ’alf a dozen men; - So ’e ordered ’im to stop ’is operations round the kopjes, - An’ ’e told ’im off before the Staff at ten! - - And it all goes into the laundry, - But it never comes out in the wash, - ’Ow we’re sugared about by the old men - (’Eavy-sterned amateur old men!) - That ’amper an’ ’inder an’ scold men - For fear o’ Stellenbosh! - - The General ’ad ‘produced a great effect,’ - The General ’ad the country cleared--almost; - The General ‘’ad no reason to expect,’ - And the Boers ’ad us bloomin’ well on toast! - For we might ’ave crossed the drift before the twilight, - Instead o’ sitting down an’ takin’ root; - But we was not allowed, so the Boojers scooped the crowd, - To the last survivin’ bandolier an’ boot. - - The General saw the farm’ouse in ’is rear, - With its stoep so nicely shaded from the sun; - Sez ’e, ‘I’ll pitch my tabernacle ’ere,’ - An’ ’e kept us muckin’ round till ’e ’ad done. - For ’e might ’ave caught the confluent pneumonia - From sleepin’ in his gaiters in the dew; - So ’e took a book an’ dozed while the other columns closed, - And ----’s commando out an’ trickled through! - - The General saw the mountain-range ahead, - With their ’elios showin’ saucy on the ’eight, - So ’e ’eld us to the level ground instead, - An’ telegraphed the Boojers wouldn’t fight. - For ’e might ’ave gone an’ sprayed ’em with a pompom, - Or ’e might ’ave slung a squadron out to see-- - But ’e wasn’t takin’ chances in them ’igh an’ ’ostile kranzes-- - He was markin’ time to earn a K.C.B. - The General got ’is decorations thick - (The men that backed ’is lies could not complain), - The Staff ’ad D.S.O.’s till we was sick, - An’ the soldier--’ad the work to do again! - For ’e might ’ave known the District was a ’otbed, - Instead of ’andin’ over, upside-down, - To a man ’oo ’ad to fight ’alf a year to put it right, - While the General went an’ slandered ’im in town! - - An’ it all went into the laundry, - But it never came out in the wash. - We were sugared about by the old men - (Panicky, perishin’ old men) - That ’amper an’ ’inder an’ scold men - For fear o’ Stellenbosh! - - - - -HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL [Page 102] - - - When by the labour of my ’ands - I’ve ’elped to pack a transport tight - With prisoners for foreign lands, - I ain’t transported with delight. - I know it’s only just an’ right, - But yet it somehow sickens me, - For I ’ave learned at Waterval - The meanin’ of captivity. - - Be’ind the pegged barb-wire strands, - Beneath the tall electric light, - We used to walk in bare-’ead bands, - Explainin’ ’ow we lost our fight. - An’ that is what they’ll do to-night - Upon the steamer out at sea, - If I ’ave learned at Waterval - The meanin’ of captivity. - - _They_’ll never know the shame that brands-- - Black shame no livin’ down makes white, - The mockin’ from the sentry-stands, - The women’s laugh, the gaoler’s spite. - _We_ are too bloomin’ much polite, - But that is ’ow I’d ’ave us be... - Since I ’ave learned at Waterval - The meanin’ of captivity. - - They’ll get those draggin’ days all right, - Spent as a foreigner commands, - An’ ’orrors of the locked-up night, - With ’Ell’s own thinkin’ on their ’ands. - I’d give the gold o’ twenty Rands - (If it was mine) to set ’em free ... - For I ’ave learned at Waterval - The meanin’ of captivity! - - - - -PIET [Page 104] - -(REGULAR OF THE LINE) - - - I do not love my Empire’s foes, - Nor call ’em angels; still, - What _is_ the sense of ’atin’ those - ’Oom you are paid to kill? - So, barrin’ all that foreign lot - Which only joined for spite, - Myself, I’d just as soon as not - Respect the man I fight. - Ah there, Piet!--’is trousies to ’is knees, - ’Is coat-tails lyin’ level in the bullet-sprinkled breeze; - ’E does not lose ’is rifle an’ ’e does not lose ’is seat, - I’ve known a lot o’ people ride a dam’ sight worse than Piet! - - I’ve ’eard ’im cryin’ from the ground - Like Abel’s blood of old, - An’ skirmished out to look, an’ found - The beggar nearly cold; - I’ve waited on till ’e was dead - (Which couldn’t ’elp ’im much), - But many grateful things ’e’s said - To me for doin’ such. - Ah there, Piet! whose time ’as come to die, - ’Is carcase past rebellion, but ’is eyes inquirin’ why. - Though dressed in stolen uniform with badge o’ rank complete, - I’ve known a lot o’ fellers go a dam’ sight worse than Piet. - - An’ when there wasn’t aught to do - But camp and cattle-guards, - I’ve fought with ’im the ’ole day through - At fifteen ’undred yards; - Long afternoons o’ lyin’ still, - An’ ’earin’ as you lay - The bullets swish from ’ill to ’ill - Like scythes among the ’ay. - Ah there, Piet!--be’ind ’is stony kop, - With ’is Boer bread an’ biltong, an’ ’is flask of awful Dop; - ’Is Mauser for amusement an’ ’is pony for retreat, - I’ve known a lot o’ fellers shoot a dam’ sight worse than Piet. - - He’s shoved ’is rifle ’neath my nose - Before I’d time to think, - An’ borrowed all my Sunday clo’es - An’ sent me ’ome in pink; - An’ I ’ave crept (Lord, ’ow I’ve crept!) - On ’ands an’ knees I’ve gone, - And spoored and floored and caught and kept - An’ sent him to Ceylon! - Ah there, Piet!--you’ve sold me many a pup, - When week on week alternate it was you an’ me ‘’ands up!’ - But though I never made _you_ walk man-naked in the ’eat, - I’ve known a lot of fellows stalk a dam’ sight worse than Piet. - - From Plewman’s to Marabastad, - From Ookiep to De Aar, - Me an’ my trusty friend ’ave ’ad, - As you might say, a war; - But seein’ what both parties done - Before ’e owned defeat, - I ain’t more proud of ’avin’ won, - Than I am pleased with Piet. - Ah there, Piet!--picked up be’ind the drive! - The wonder wasn’t ’ow ’e fought, but ’ow ’e kep’ alive, - With nothin’ in ’is belly, on ’is back, or to ’is feet-- - I’ve known a lot o’ men behave a dam’ sight worse than Piet. - - No more I’ll ’ear ’is rifle crack - Along the block’ouse fence-- - The beggar’s on the peaceful tack, - Regardless of expense. - For countin’ what ’e eats an’ draws, - An’ gifts an’ loans as well, - ’E’s gettin’ ’alf the Earth, because - ’E didn’t give us ’Ell! - Ah there, Piet! with your brand-new English plough, - Your gratis tents an’ cattle, an’ your most ungrateful frow. - You’ve made the British taxpayer rebuild your country-seat-- - I’ve known some pet battalions charge a dam’ sight less than Piet. - - - - -‘WILFUL-MISSING’ [Page 110] - - - There is a world outside the one you know, - To which for curiousness ’Ell can’t compare-- - It is the place where ‘wilful-missings’ go, - As we can testify, for we are there. - - You may ’ave read a bullet laid us low, - That we was gathered in ‘with reverent care’ - And buried proper. But it was not so, - As we can testify, for we are there. - - They can’t be certain--faces alter so - After the old aasvogel’s ’ad ’is share; - The uniform’s the mark by which they go-- - And--ain’t it odd?--the one we best can spare. - - We might ’ave seen our chance to cut the show-- - Name, number, record, an’ begin elsewhere-- - Leavin’ some not too late-lamented foe - One funeral--private--British--for ’is share. - - We may ’ave took it yonder in the Low - Bush-veldt that sends men stragglin’ unaware - Among the Kaffirs, till their columns go, - An’ they are left past call or count or care. - - We might ’ave been your lovers long ago, - ’Usbands or children--comfort or despair. - Our death (an’ burial) settles all we owe, - An’ why we done it is our own affair. - - Marry again, and we will not say no, - Nor come to bastardise the kids you bear: - Wait on in ’ope--you’ve all your life below - Before you’ll ever ’ear us on the stair. - - There is no need to give our reasons, though - Gawd knows we all ’ad reasons which were fair; - But other people might not judge ’em so, - And now it doesn’t matter what they were. - - What man can size or weigh another’s woe? - There are some things too bitter ’ard to bear. - Suffice it we ’ave finished--Domino! - As we can testify, for we are there, - In the side-world where ‘wilful-missings’ go. - - - - -UBIQUE [Page 113] - - - There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may-- - ‘You bike,’ ‘you bykwe,’ ‘ubbikwe’--alludin’ to R.A. - It serves ’Orse, Field, an’ Garrison as motto for a crest, - An’ when you’ve found out all it means I’ll tell you ’alf the rest. - - Ubique means the long-range Krupp be’ind the low-range ’ill-- - Ubique means you’ll pick it up an’ while you do stand still. - Ubique means you’ve caught the flash an’ timed it by the sound. - Ubique means five gunners’ ’ash before you’ve loosed a round. - - Ubique means Blue Fuse, an’ make the ’ole to sink the trail. - Ubique means stand up an’ take the Mauser’s ’alf-mile ’ail. - Ubique means the crazy team not God nor man can ’old. - Ubique means that ’orse’s scream which turns your innards cold! - - Ubique means ‘Bank, ’Olborn, Bank--a penny all the way’-- - The soothin’, jingle-bump-an’-clank from day to peaceful day. - Ubique means ‘They’ve caught De Wet, an’ now we shan’t be long.’ - Ubique means ‘I much regret, the beggar’s goin’ strong!’ - - Ubique means the tearin’ drift where, breech-blocks jammed with mud, - The khaki muzzles duck an’ lift across the khaki flood. - Ubique means the dancing plain that changes rocks to Boers. - Ubique means mirage again an’ shellin’ all outdoors. - - Ubique means ‘Entrain at once for Grootdefeatfontein’! - Ubique means ‘Off-load your guns’--at midnight in the rain! - Ubique means ‘More mounted men. Return all guns to store.’ - Ubique means the R.A.M.R. Infantillery Corps! - - Ubique means that warnin’ grunt the perished linesman knows, - When o’er ’is strung an’ sufferin’ front the shrapnel sprays ’is - foes; - An’ as their firin’ dies away the ’usky whisper runs - From lips that ’aven’t drunk all day: ‘The Guns! Thank Gawd, the - Guns!’ - - Extreme, depressed, point-blank or short, end-first or any’ow, - From Colesberg Kop to Quagga’s Poort--from Ninety-Nine till now-- - By what I’ve ’eard the others tell an’ I in spots ’ave seen, - There’s nothin’ this side ’Eaven or ’Ell Ubique doesn’t mean! - - - - -THE RETURN [Page 117] - -(ALL ARMS) - - - Peace is declared, an’ I return - To ’Ackneystadt, but not the same; - Things ’ave transpired which made me learn - The size and meanin’ of the game. - I did no more than others did, - I don’t know where the change began; - I started as a average kid, - I finished as a thinkin’ man. - - _If England was what England seems, - An’ not the England of our dreams, - But only putty, brass, an’ paint, - ’Ow quick we’d drop ’er!_ But she ain’t! - - Before my gappin’ mouth could speak - I ’eard it in my comrade’s tone; - I saw it on my neighbour’s cheek - Before I felt it flush my own. - An’ last it come to me--not pride, - Nor yet conceit, but on the ’ole - (If such a term may be applied), - The makin’s of a bloomin’ soul. - - Rivers at night that cluck an’ jeer, - Plains which the moonshine turns to sea, - Mountains that never let you near, - An’ stars to all eternity; - An’ the quick-breathin’ dark that fills - The ’ollows of the wilderness, - When the wind worries through the ’ills-- - These may ’ave taught me more or less. - - Towns without people, ten times took, - An’ ten times left an’ burned at last; - An’ starvin’ dogs that come to look - For owners when a column passed; - An’ quiet, ’omesick talks between - Men, met by night, you never knew - Until--’is face--by shellfire seen-- - Once--an’ struck off. They taught me too. - - The day’s lay-out--the mornin’ sun - Beneath your ’at-brim as you sight; - The dinner-’ush from noon till one, - An’ the full roar that lasts till night; - An’ the pore dead that look so old - An’ was so young an hour ago, - An’ legs tied down before they’re cold-- - These are the things which make you know. - - Also Time runnin’ into years-- - A thousand Places left be’ind-- - An’ Men from both two ’emispheres - Discussin’ things of every kind; - So much more near than I ’ad known, - So much more great than I ’ad guessed-- - An’ me, like all the rest, alone-- - But reachin’ out to all the rest! - - So ’ath it come to me--not pride, - Nor yet conceit, but on the ’ole - (If such a term may be applied), - The makin’s of a bloomin’ soul. - But now, discharged, I fall away - To do with little things again.... - Gawd, ’oo knows all I cannot say, - Look after me in Thamesfontein! - - _If England was what England seems, - An’ not the England of our dreams, - But only putty, brass, an’ paint, - ’Ow quick we’d chuck ’er!_ But she ain’t! - - - - -RECESSIONAL [Page 121] - -(1897) - - - God of our fathers, known of old, - Lord of our far-flung battle-line, - Beneath whose awful Hand we hold - Dominion over palm and pine-- - Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, - Lest we forget--lest we forget! - - The tumult and the shouting dies; - The captains and the kings depart: - Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, - An humble and a contrite heart. - Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, - Lest we forget--lest we forget! - - Far-called, our navies melt away; - On dune and headland sinks the fire: - Lo, all our pomp of yesterday - Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! - Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, - Lest we forget--lest we forget! - - If, drunk with sight of power, we loose - Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, - Such boastings as the Gentiles use, - Or lesser breeds without the Law-- - Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, - Lest we forget--lest we forget! - - For heathen heart that puts her trust - In reeking tube and iron shard, - All valiant dust that builds on dust, - And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, - For frantic boast and foolish word-- - Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! - - Amen. - - -Printed by T. and A. 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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: The Five Nations, Volume II (of 2) - -Author: Rudyard Kipling - -Release Date: September 8, 2019 [EBook #60261] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FIVE NATIONS, VOLUME II (OF 2) *** - - - - -Produced by deaurider, Charlie Howard, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<p class="p4 center large vspace wspace"> -THE SERVICE EDITION<br /> -<span class="small">OF</span><br /> -THE WORKS OF<br /> -RUDYARD KIPLING</p> - -<h1 class="p8"><span class="wspace">THE FIVE NATIONS</span><br /> -<span class="small">VOL. II</span> -</h1> - -<div id="tp" class="newpage p8 center"> -<div class="bdrthin"><div class="bdrthick"><div class="bdrthin"> -<p class="xxlarge vspace gesperrt center"> -<span class="smaller">THE</span><br /> -FIVE NATIONS</p> - -<p class="center large wspace">BY RUDYARD KIPLING</p> - -<p class="p2 center wspace vspace">IN TWO VOLUMES<br /> -VOL. II</p> - -<div class="l2"> -<div class="figcenter" style="max-width: 15em;"> - <img src="images/i_000.jpg" width="240" height="326" alt="" /> -</div> -</div> - -<p class="p2 center large wspace vspace">METHUEN AND CO., LTD.<br /> -36 ESSEX STREET W.C.</p> -</div></div></div> -</div> - -<div class="newpage p8"> -<table summary="Publication history"> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>First Published</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>September 1903</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Second Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1903</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Third Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1907</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Fourth Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1908</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Fifth and Sixth Editions</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1909</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Seventh Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1910</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Eighth Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1911</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Ninth Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1912</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Tenth, Eleventh, Twelfth, and Thirteenth Editions</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1913</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Fourteenth Edition</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1914</i></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl"><i>Fifteenth Edition (2 vols.)</i></td> - <td class="tdr"><i>1914</i></td></tr> -</table> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table id="toc" summary="Contents"> - <tr class="tbpad"> - <td class="tdc" colspan="2">THE FIVE NATIONS</td></tr> - <tr class="small"> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr">PAGE</td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">DIRGE OF DEAD SISTERS</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">ISLANDERS, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">LESSON, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">OLD ISSUE, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">PEACE OF DIVES, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">REFORMERS, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">SETTLER, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">SOUTH AFRICA</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tbpad"> - <td class="tdc larger" colspan="2">SERVICE SONGS</td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">BOOTS</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">CHANT-PAGAN</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">COLUMNS</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">FILES, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">INSTRUCTOR, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">LICHTENBERG</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_viii">viii</span></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">MARRIED MAN, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">M. I.</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">PARTING OF THE COLUMNS, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">PIET</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">RECESSIONAL</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">RETURN, THE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">STELLENBOSH</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">TWO KOPJES</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">UBIQUE</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">‘WILFUL-MISSING’</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_ix">ix</span></p> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES">INDEX TO FIRST LINES</h2> -</div> - -<table id="index" summary="Index to First Lines"> - <tr class="small"> - <td> </td> - <td class="tdr">PAGE</td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">At times when under cover I ’ave said,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_86">86</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Files,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">God of our fathers, known of old,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">‘Here is nothing new nor aught unproven’ say the Trumpets,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">I do not love my Empire’s foes,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Lived a woman wonderful,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Me that ’ave been what I’ve been,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_59">59</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">No doubt but ye are the People—your throne is above the King’s,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Not in the camp his victory lies,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Only two African kopjes,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_82">82</a><span class="pagenum" id="Page_x">x</span></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Peace is declared, an’ I return,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">Smells are surer than sounds or sights,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Sudden the desert changes,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_8">8</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">The bachelor ’e fights for one,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The General ’eard the firin’ on the flank,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_98">98</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">There is a world outside the one you know,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr> - <tr class="tpad"> - <td class="tdl">We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa!</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_88">88</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">We’ve rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_77">77</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">When by the labour of my ’ands,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_102">102</a></td></tr> - <tr> - <td class="tdl">Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order,</td> - <td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr> -</table> - -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_OLD_ISSUE">THE OLD ISSUE<span class="pagenum" id="Page_1">1</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">OCTOBER 9, 1899</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap italic"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Here</span> is nothing new nor aught unproven,’ say the Trumpets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘It is the King—the King we schooled aforetime!’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Trumpets in the marshes—in the eyot at Runnymede!)</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">’Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger,’ peal the Trumpets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘It is the King!’—inexorable Trumpets—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whitehall!)</span> -</div> - -<div class="tb">* * * * *</div> - -<div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">’He hath veiled the crown and hid the sceptre,’ warn the Trumpets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘He hath changed the fashion of the lies that cloak his will.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Hard die the Kings—ah hard—dooms hard!’ declare the Trumpets,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trumpets at the gang-plank where the brawling troop-decks fill!</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Ancient and Unteachable, abide—abide the trumpets!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once again the Trumpets, for the shuddering ground-swell brings<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Clamour over ocean of the harsh pursuing Trumpets—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Trumpets of the Vanguard that have sworn no truce with Kings!</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">All we have of freedom, all we use or know—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">This our fathers bought for us long and long ago.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ancient Right unnoticed as the breath we draw—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leave to live by no man’s leave, underneath the Law.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Lance and torch and tumult, steel and grey-goose wing<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wrenched it, inch and ell and all, slowly from the King.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till our fathers ’stablished, after bloody years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How our King is one with us, first among his peers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So they bought us freedom—not at little cost—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wherefore must we watch the King, lest our gain be lost.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Over all things certain, this is sure indeed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer not the old King: for we know the breed.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give no ear to bondsmen bidding us endure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whining ‘He is weak and far’; crying ‘Time shall cure.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Time himself is witness, till the battle joins,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Deeper strikes the rottenness in the people’s loins.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Give no heed to bondsmen masking war with peace.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer not the old King here or overseas.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They that beg us barter—wait his yielding mood—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pledge the years we hold in trust—pawn our brother’s blood—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Howso’ great their clamour, whatso’er their claim,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer not the old King under any name!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here is naught unproven—here is naught to learn.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is written what shall fall if the King return.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall mark our goings, question whence we came,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Set his guards about us, as in Freedom’s name.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall take a tribute, toll of all our ware;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall change our gold for arms—arms we may not bear.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall break his Judges if they cross his word;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He shall rule above the Law calling on the Lord.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall peep and mutter; and the night shall bring<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watchers ’neath our window, lest we mock the King—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Hate and all division; hosts of hurrying spies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Money poured in secret, carrion breeding flies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Strangers of his council, hirelings of his pay,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These shall deal our Justice: sell—deny—delay.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We shall drink dishonour, we shall eat abuse<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the Land we look to—for the Tongue we use.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We shall take our station, dirt beneath his feet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">While his hired captains jeer us in the street.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Cruel in the shadow, crafty in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Far beyond his borders shall his teachings run.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sloven, sullen, savage, secret, uncontrolled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Laying on a new land evil of the old;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Long-forgotten bondage, dwarfing heart and brain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All our fathers died to loose he shall bind again.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Here is naught at venture, random nor untrue—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Swings the wheel full-circle, brims the cup anew.</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Here is naught unproven, here is nothing hid:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Step for step and word for word—so the old Kings did!</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Step by step and word by word: who is ruled may read.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffer not the old Kings—for we know the breed—</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">All the right they promise—all the wrong they bring.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stewards of the Judgment, suffer not this King!</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="BRIDGE-GUARD_IN_THE_KARROO">BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO<span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">8</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">‘and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge.’<br /> - -<span class="attrib"><i>District Orders—Lines of Communication.</i></span></p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Sudden</span> the desert changes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The raw glare softens and clings,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the aching Oudtshoorn ranges<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Stand up like the thrones of kings—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ramparts of slaughter and peril—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Blazing, amazing—aglow<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twixt the sky-line’s belting beryl<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the wine-dark flats below.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Royal the pageant closes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lit by the last of the sun—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Opal and ash-of-roses,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cinnamon, umber, and dun.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The twilight swallows the thicket,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The starlight reveals the ridge;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The whistle shrills to the picket—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We are changing guard on the bridge.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Few, forgotten and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the empty metals shine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, not combatants—only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Details guarding the line.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We slip through the broken panel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of fence by the ganger’s shed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We drop to the waterless channel<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the lean track overhead;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We stumble on refuse of rations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beef and the biscuit-tins;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We take our appointed stations,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the endless night begins.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We hear the Hottentot herders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the sheep click past to the fold—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the click of the restless girders<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As the steel contracts in the cold—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Voices of jackals calling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And, loud in the hush between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A morsel of dry earth falling<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the flanks of the scarred ravine.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the solemn firmament marches,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the hosts of heaven rise<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Framed through the iron arches—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Banded and barred by the ties,<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Till we feel the far track humming,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And we see her headlight plain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we gather and wait her coming—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The wonderful north-bound train.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Few, forgotten and lonely,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the white car-windows shine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No, not combatants—only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Details guarding the line.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Quick, ere the gift escape us!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Out of the darkness we reach<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For a handful of week-old papers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a mouthful of human speech.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And the monstrous heaven rejoices,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the earth allows again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meetings, greetings, and voices<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Of women talking with men.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So we return to our places,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As out on the bridge she rolls;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the darkness covers our faces,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the darkness re-enters our souls.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">More than a little lonely<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the lessening tail-lights shine.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No—not combatants—only<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Details guarding the line!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_LESSON">THE LESSON<span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">13</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(1899–1902)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap al italic"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Let</span> us admit it fairly, as a business people should,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good.</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Not on a single issue, or in one direction or twain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But conclusively, comprehensively, and several times and again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Were all our most holy illusions knocked higher than Gilderoy’s kite.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have had a jolly good lesson, and it serves us jolly well right!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">This was not bestowèd us under the trees, nor yet in the shade of a tent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But swingingly, over eleven degrees of a bare brown continent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Lamberts to Delagoa Bay, and from Pietersburg to Sutherland,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fell the phenomenal lesson we learned—with a fulness accorded no other land.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was our fault, and our very great fault, and <em>not</em> the judgment of Heaven.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We made an Army in our own image, on an island nine by seven,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Which faithfully mirrored its makers’ ideals, equipment, and mental attitude—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And so we got our lesson: and we ought to accept it with gratitude.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We have spent two hundred million pounds to prove the fact once more,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That horses are quicker than men afoot, since two and two make four:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And horses have four legs, and men have two legs, and two into four goes twice,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And nothing over except our lesson—and very cheap at the price.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For remember (this our children shall know: we are too near for that knowledge)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Not our mere astonied camps, but Council and Creed and College—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the obese, unchallenged old things that stifle and overlie us—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Have felt the effects of the lesson we got—an advantage no money could buy us!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then let us develop this marvellous asset which we alone command,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And which, it may subsequently transpire, will be worth as much as the Rand:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us approach this pivotal fact in a humble yet hopeful mood—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have had no end of a lesson: it will do us no end of good!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was our fault, and our very great fault—and now we must turn it to use;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have forty million reasons for failure, but not a single excuse!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So the more we work and the less we talk the better results we shall get—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We have had an Imperial lesson; it may make us an Empire yet!<br /></span> - -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_FILES">THE FILES<span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">17</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(THE SUB-EDITOR SPEAKS)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Files</span>—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Office Files!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oblige me by referring to the files.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every question man can raise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every phrase of every phase<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of that question is on record in the files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Threshed out threadbare—fought and finished in the files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere the Universe at large<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was our new-tipped arrows’ targe—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere we rediscovered Mammon and his wiles—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Faenza, gentle reader, spent her—five-and-twentieth leader<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(You will find him, and some others, in the files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Warn all future Robert Brownings and Carlyles,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It will interest them to hunt among the files,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where unvisited, a-cold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lie the crowded years of old<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In that Kensall-Green of greatness called the files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(In our newspaPère-la-Chaise the office files),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where the dead men lay them down<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meekly sure of long renown,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And above them, sere and swift,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Packs the daily deepening drift<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the all-recording, all-effacing files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The obliterating, automatic files.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Count the mighty men who slung<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Reform and you were young—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Made their boasts and spake according in the files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the files!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Trace each all-forgot career<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From long primer through brevier<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto Death, a para minion in the files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Para minion—solid—bottom of the files)....<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the files,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They were great, their views were leaded,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their deaths were triple-headed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So they catch the eye in running through the files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Show as blazes in the mazes of the files);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For their ‘paramours and priests,’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their gross, jack-booted feasts,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their epoch-marking actions see the files.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it Bomba fled the blue Sicilian isles?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Was it Saffi, a professor<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Once of Oxford, brought redress or<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Garibaldi? Who remembers<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forty-odd-year old Septembers?—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only sextons paid to dig among the files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Such as I am, born and bred among the files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You must hack through much deposit<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere you know for sure who was it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Came to burial with such honour in the files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Only seven seasons back beneath the files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Very great our loss and grievous—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘So our best and brightest leave us,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And it ends the Age of Giants,’ say the files;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All the ’60—’70—’80—’90 files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The open-minded, opportunist files—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The easy ‘O King, live for ever’ files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is good to read a little in the files;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Tis a sure and sovereign balm<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Unto philosophic calm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you know Success is Greatness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you marvel at your lateness<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Self-helpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When your Imp of Blind Desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bids you set the Thames afire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll remember men have done so—in the files.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ll have seen those flames transpire—in the files<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(More than once that flood has run so—in the files).<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the Conchimarian horns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the reboantic Norns<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Usher gentlemen and ladies<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With new lights on Heaven and Hades,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Guaranteeing to Eternity<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All yesterday’s modernity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When Brocken-spectres made by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Some one’s breath on ink parade by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Very earnest and tremendous,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let not shows of shows offend us.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When of everything we like we<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shout ecstatic:—’<em xml:lang="la" lang="la">Quod ubique,</em><br /></span> -<span class="i0"><em xml:lang="la" lang="la">Quod ab omnibus</em> means <em xml:lang="la" lang="la">semper!</em>’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh, my brother, keep your temper!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Light your pipe and take a look along the files!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You’ve a better chance to guess<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the meaning of Success<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Which is Greatness—<em xml:lang="la" lang="la">vide</em> press)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you’ve seen it in perspective in the files.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_REFORMERS">THE REFORMERS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">23</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap italic"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Not</span> in the camp his victory lies<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or triumph in the market-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Who is his Nation’s sacrifice<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To turn the judgment from his race.</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Happy is he who, bred and taught<br /></span> -<span class="i2">By sleek, sufficing Circumstance—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whose Gospel was the apparelled thought,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Whose Gods were Luxury and Chance—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Sees, on the threshold of his days,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The old life shrivel like a scroll,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to unheralded dismays<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Submits his body and his soul;<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The fatted shows wherein he stood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Foregoing, and the idiot pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That he may prove with his own blood<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All that his easy sires denied—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ultimate issues, primal springs,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Demands, abasements, penalties—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The imperishable plinth of things<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Seen and unseen, that touch our peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For, though ensnaring ritual dim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">His vision through the after-years,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet virtue shall go out of him:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Example profiting his peers.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With great things charged he shall not hold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Aloof till great occasion rise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But serve, full-harnessed, as of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The days that are the destinies.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall forswear and put away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The idols of his sheltered house;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And to Necessity shall pay<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Unflinching tribute of his vows.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He shall not plead another’s act,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor bind him in another’s oath<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To weigh the Word above the Fact,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or make or take excuse for sloth.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The yoke he bore shall press him still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And long-ingrained effort goad<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To find, to fashion, and fulfil<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The cleaner life, the sterner code.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Not in the camp his victory lies—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The world (unheeding his return)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Shall see it in his children’s eyes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And from his grandson’s lips shall learn!</span> - -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="DIRGE_OF_DEAD_SISTERS">DIRGE OF DEAD SISTERS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">26</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Who</span> recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Violet peaks uplifted through the crystal evening air?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the clink of iron teacups and the piteous, noble laughter,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the faces of the Sisters with the dust upon their hair?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Now and not hereafter, while the breath is in our nostrils,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Let us now remember many honourable women,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Such as bade us turn again when we were like to die.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who recalls the morning and the thunder through the foothills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Tufts of fleecy shrapnel strung along the empty plains?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the sun-scarred Red-Cross coaches creeping guarded to the culvert,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the faces of the Sisters looking gravely from the trains?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(When the days were torment and the nights were clouded terror,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When the Powers of Darkness had dominion on our soul—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we fled consuming through the Seven Hells of fever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These put out their hands to us and healed and made us whole.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who recalls the midnight by the bridge’s wrecked abutment<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Autumn rain that rattled like a Maxim on the tin?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the lightning-dazzled levels and the streaming, straining wagons,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the faces of the Sisters as they bore the wounded in?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Till the pain was merciful and stunned us into silence—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">When each nerve cried out on God that made the misused clay;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the Body triumphed and the last poor shame departed—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These abode our agonies and wiped the sweat away.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Who recalls the noontide and the funerals through the market<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Blanket-hidden bodies, flagless, followed by the flies?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the footsore firing-party, and the dust and stench and staleness,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the faces of the Sisters and the glory in their eyes?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Bold behind the battle, in the open camp all-hallowed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Patient, wise, and mirthful in the ringed and reeking town,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">These endured unresting till they rested from their labours—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Little wasted bodies, ah, so light to lower down!)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet their graves are scattered and their names are clean forgotten,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Earth shall not remember, but the Waiting Angel knows<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Them that died at Uitvlugt when the plague was on the city—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Her that fell at Simon’s Town in service on our foes.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Wherefore we they ransomed, while the breath is in our nostrils,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Now and not hereafter, ere the meaner years go by,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Praise with love and worship many honourable women,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Those that gave their lives for us when we were like to die!</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_ISLANDERS">THE ISLANDERS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">31</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap italic"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">No</span> doubt but ye are the People—your throne is above the King’s.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whoso speaks in your presence must say acceptable things:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bowing the head in worship, bending the knee in fear—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bringing the word well smoothen—such as a King should hear.</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Fenced by your careful fathers, ringed by your leaden seas,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long did ye wake in quiet and long lie down at ease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till ye said of Strife, ‘What is it?’ of the Sword, ‘It is far from our ken’;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till ye made a sport of your shrunken hosts and a toy of your armed men.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye stopped your ears to the warning—ye would neither look nor heed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye set your leisure before their toil and your lusts above their need.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Because of your witless learning and your beasts of warren and chase,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye grudged your sons to their service and your fields for their camping-place.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye forced them glean in the highways the straw for the bricks they brought;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye forced them follow in byways the craft that ye never taught.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye hindered and hampered and crippled; ye thrust out of sight and away<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Those that would serve you for honour and those that served you for pay.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then were the judgments loosened; then was your shame revealed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">At the hands of a little people, few but apt in the field.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yet ye were saved by a remnant (and your land’s long-suffering Star),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When your strong men cheered in their millions while your striplings went to the war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sons of the sheltered city—unmade, unhandled, unmeet—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye pushed them raw to the battle as ye picked them raw from the street.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And what did ye look they should compass? War-craft learned in a breath,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So! And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and prize?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">How are the beasts more worthy than the souls your sacrifice?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ye said, ‘Their valour shall show them’; but ye said, ‘The end is close.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ye sent them comfits and pictures to help them harry your foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted your iron pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere—ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men who could shoot and ride!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Given to strong delusion, wholly believing a lie,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ye saw that the land lay fenceless, and ye let the months go by<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Waiting some easy wonder: hoping some saving sign—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idle—openly idle—in the lee of the forespent Line.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idle—except for your boasting—and what is your boasting worth<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If ye grudge a year of service to the lordliest life on earth?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ancient, effortless, ordered, cycle on cycle set,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Life so long untroubled, that ye who inherit forget<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It was not made with the mountains, it is not one with the deep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men, not gods, devised it. Men, not gods, must keep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men, not children, servants, or kinsfolk called from afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But each man born in the Island broke to the matter of war.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Soberly and by custom taken and trained for the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Each man born in the Island entered at youth to the game—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it were almost cricket, not to be mastered in haste,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But after trial and labour, by temperance, living chaste.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As it were almost cricket—as it were even your play,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Weighed and pondered and worshipped, and practised day and day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ye shall bide sure-guarded when the restless lightnings wake<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the womb of the blotting war-cloud, and the pallid nations quake.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, at the haggard trumpets, instant your soul shall leap<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forthright, accoutred, accepting—alert from the wells of sleep.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So at the threat ye shall summon—so at the need ye shall send<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Humble because of knowledge, mighty by sacrifice.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ye say, ‘It will mar our comfort.’ Ye say, ‘It will minish our trade.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a gun is laid?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the low, red glare to southward when the raided coast-towns burn?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to learn.)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ye pitch some white pavilion, and lustily even the odds,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With nets and hoops and mallets, with rackets and bats and rods?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will the rabbit war with your foemen—the red deer horn them for hire?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your kept cock-pheasant keep you?—he is master of many a shire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their brow-beat columns melt?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or ballot them back from your shore?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will your workmen issue a mandate to bid them strike no more?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Will ye rise and dethrone your rulers? (Because ye were idle both?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Pride by insolence chastened? Indolence purged by sloth?)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">No doubt but ye are the People; who shall make you afraid?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Also your gods are many; no doubt but your gods shall aid.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Idols of greasy altars built for the body’s ease;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Proud little brazen Baals and talking fetishes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Teraphs of sept and party and wise wood-pavement gods—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><em>These</em> shall come down to the battle and snatch you from under the rods?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the gusty, flickering gun-roll with viewless salvoes rent,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the pitted hail of the bullets that tell not whence they were sent.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When ye are ringed as with iron, when ye are scourged as with whips,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the meat is yet in your belly, and the boast is yet on your lips;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When ye go forth at morning and the noon beholds you broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ere ye lie down at even, your remnant, under the yoke.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">No doubt but ye are the People—absolute, strong, and wise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever your heart has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!</span> - -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_PEACE_OF_DIVES">THE PEACE OF DIVES<span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">40</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">The</span> Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘And the Saint and Seer and Prophet<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Can make no better of it<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Than to sanctify and prophesy and pray.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Rise up, rise up, thou Dives, and take again thy gold,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And thy women and thy housen as they were to thee of old.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘It may be grace hath found thee<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘In the furnace where We bound thee,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And that thou shalt bring the peace My Son foretold.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then merrily rose Dives and leaped from out his fire,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And walked abroad with diligence to do the Lord’s desire;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And anon the battles ceased,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the captives were released,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Earth had rest from Goshen to Gadire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The Word came down to Satan that raged and roared alone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Mid the shouting of the peoples by the cannon overthrown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(But the Prophets, Saints, and Seers<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Set each other by the ears,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For each would claim the marvel as his own):<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Rise up, rise up, thou Satan, upon the Earth to go,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And prove the peace of Dives if it be good or no:<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘For all that he hath planned<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘We deliver to thy hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘As thy skill shall serve to break it or bring low.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then mightily rose Satan, and about the Earth he hied,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And breathed on Kings in idleness and Princes drunk with pride;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But for all the wrong he breathed<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There was never sword unsheathed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the fires he lighted flickered out and died.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then terribly rose Satan, and he darkened Earth afar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till he came on cunning Dives where the money-changers are;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And he saw men pledge their gear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the gold that buys the spear,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the helmet and the habergeon of war.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yea to Dives came the Persian and the Syrian and the Mede—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their hearts were nothing altered, nor their cunning nor their greed—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they pledged their flocks and farms<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the king-compelling arms,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dives lent according to their need.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Satan said to Dives:—’Return again with me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Who hast broken His Commandment in the day He set thee free,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Who grindest for thy greed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Man’s belly-pinch and need;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And the blood of Man to filthy usury!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then softly answered Dives where the money-changers sit:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘My refuge is Our Master, O My Master in the Pit;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘But behold all Earth is laid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘In the peace which I have made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then angrily turned Satan, and about the Seas he fled,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To shake the new-sown peoples with insult, doubt, and dread;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But for all the sleight he used<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There was never squadron loosed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the brands he flung flew dying and fell dead.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yet to Dives came Atlantis and the Captains of the West—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And their hates were nothing weakened nor their anger nor unrest—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And they pawned their utmost trade<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For the dry, decreeing blade;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And Dives lent and took of them their best.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then Satan said to Dives:—’Declare thou by The Name,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘The secret of thy subtlety that turneth mine to shame.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘It is known through all the Hells<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘How my peoples mocked my spells,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And my faithless Kings denied me ere I came.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then answered cunning Dives: ‘Do not gold and hate abide<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘At the heart of every Magic, yea, and senseless fear beside?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘With gold and fear and hate<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘I have harnessed state to state,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And with hate and fear and gold their hates are tied.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘For hate men seek a weapon, for fear they seek a shield—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Keener blades and broader targes than their frantic neighbours wield—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘For gold I arm their hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘And for gold I buy their lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And for gold I sell their enemies the yield.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Their nearest foes may purchase, or their furthest friends may lease,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘One by one from Ancient Accad to the Islands of the Seas.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘And their covenants they make<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘For the naked iron’s sake,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘But I—I trap them armoured into peace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘The flocks that Egypt pledged me to Assyria I drave,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And Pharaoh hath the increase of the herds that Sargon gave.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Not for Ashdod overthrown<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Will the Kings destroy their own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Or their peoples wake the strife they feign to brave.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Is not Calno like Carchemish? For the steeds of their desire<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘They have sold me seven harvests that I sell to Crowning Tyre;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘And the Tyrian sweeps the plains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘With a thousand hired wains,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And the Cities keep the peace and—share the hire.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Hast thou seen the pride of Moab? For the swords about his path,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘His bond is to Philistia, in half of all he hath.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘And he dare not draw the sword<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Till Gaza give the word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And he show release from Askalon and Gath.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Wilt thou call again thy peoples, wilt thou craze anew thy Kings?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Lo! my lightnings pass before thee, and their whistling servant brings,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Ere the drowsy street hath stirred—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Every masked and midnight word,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And the nations break their fast upon these things.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘So I make a jest of Wonder, and a mock of Time and Space,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘The roofless Seas an hostel, and the Earth a market-place,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Where the anxious traders know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘Each is surety for his foe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And none may thrive without his fellows’ grace.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my wit,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘God give thee good enlightenment, My Master in the Pit.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘But behold all Earth is laid<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘In the peace which I have made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!’<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="SOUTH_AFRICA">SOUTH AFRICA<span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">49</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap al"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Lived</span> a woman wonderful,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(May the Lord amend her!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Neither simple, kind, nor true,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But her Pagan beauty drew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Christian gentlemen a few<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hotly to attend her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Christian gentlemen a few<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Berwick unto Dover;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she was South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she was South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was our South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Africa all over!</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Half her land was dead with drouth,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Half was red with battle;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She was fenced with fire and sword,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Plague on pestilence outpoured,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Locusts on the greening sward<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And murrain on the cattle!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">True, ah true, and overtrue;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That is why we love her!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she is South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And she is South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is our South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Africa all over!</span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bitter hard her lovers toiled,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Scandalous their payment,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Food forgot on trains derailed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cattle-dung where fuel failed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Water where the mules had staled;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And sackcloth for their raiment!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So she filled their mouths with dust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And their bones with fever;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Greeted them with cruel lies;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Treated them despiteful-wise;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Meted them calamities<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till they vowed to leave her.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They took ship and they took sail,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Raging, from her borders,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In a little, none the less,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They forgat their sore duresse,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They forgave her waywardness<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And returned for orders!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They esteemed her favour more<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than a Throne’s foundation.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the glory of her face<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bade farewell to breed and race—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yea, and made their burial-place<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Altar of a Nation!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Wherefore, being bought by blood,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And by blood restorèd<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To the arms that nearly lost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She, because of all she cost,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Stands, a very woman, most<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Perfect and adorèd!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">On your feet, and let them know<br /></span> -<span class="i2">This is why we love her!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For she is South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">She is our South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Is our own South Africa,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Africa all over!</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_SETTLER">THE SETTLER<span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">53</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Here,</span> where my fresh-turned furrows run,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the deep soil glistens red,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will repair the wrong that was done<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the living and the dead.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Here, where the senseless bullet fell,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the barren shrapnel burst,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will plant a tree, I will dig a well,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Against the heat and the thirst.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here, in a large and a sunlit land,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where no wrong bites to the bone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will lay my hand in my neighbour’s hand,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And together we will atone<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the set folly and the red breach<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the black waste of it all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Giving and taking counsel each<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Over the cattle-kraal.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here will we join against our foes—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The hailstroke and the storm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the red and rustling cloud that blows<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The locust’s mile-deep swarm;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Frost and murrain and floods let loose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Shall launch us side by side<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the holy wars that have no truce<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Twixt seed and harvest tide.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Our love shall redeem unto life;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We will gather and lead to her lips again<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The waters of ancient strife,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From the far and the fiercely guarded streams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the pools where we lay in wait,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the corn cover our evil dreams<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the young corn our hate.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And when we bring old fights to mind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We will not remember the sin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If there be blood on his head of my kind,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or blood on my head of his kin—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the ungrazed upland, the untilled lea<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Cry, and the fields forlorn:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘The dead must bury their dead, but ye—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Ye serve an host unborn.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Bless then, our God, the new-yoked plough<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the good beasts that draw,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the bread we eat in the sweat of our brow<br /></span> -<span class="i2">According to Thy Law.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After us cometh a multitude—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Prosper the work of our hands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we may feed with our land’s food<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The folk of all our lands!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Here, in the waves and the troughs of the plains,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Where the healing stillness lies,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the vast, benignant sky restrains<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the long days make wise—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Bless to our use the rain and the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the blind seed in its bed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That we may repair the wrong that was done<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the living and the dead!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">57</span></p> - -<div class="chapter newpageafter"> -<h2 id="SERVICE_SONGS"><span class="larger wspace">SERVICE SONGS</span></h2> -</div> - -<hr /> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">58</span></p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap italic"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">’Tommy’</span> you was when it began,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But now that it is o’er<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You shall be called The Service Man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Enceforward, evermore.</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Batt’ry, brigade, flank, centre, van,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Defaulter, Army corps—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From first to last The Service Man<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Enceforward, evermore.</span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">From ’Alifax to ’Industan,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From York to Singapore—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Orse, foot, an’ guns, The Service Man <br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Enceforward, evermore!</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="CHANT-PAGAN">CHANT-PAGAN<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">59</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">ENGLISH IRREGULAR: ’99–02</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Me</span> that ’ave been what I’ve been,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me that ’ave gone where I’ve gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me that ’ave seen what I’ve seen—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Ow can I ever take on<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With awful old England again,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ ’ouses both sides of the street,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And ’edges two sides of the lane,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the parson an’ ‘gentry’ between,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ touchin’ my ’at when we meet—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Me that ’ave been what I’ve been?<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me that ’ave watched ’arf a world<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Eave up all shiny with dew,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Kopje on kop to the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ as soon as the mist let ’em through<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our ’elios winkin’ like fun—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three sides of a ninety-mile square,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over valleys as big as a shire—<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><em>Are ye there? Are ye there? Are ye there?</em><br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ then the blind drum of our fire ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ I’m rollin’ ’is lawns for the Squire,<br /></span> -<span class="i42">Me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me that ’ave rode through the dark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Forty mile often on end,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Along the Ma’ollisberg Range,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With only the stars for my mark<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ only the night for my friend,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ things runnin’ off as you pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ things jumpin’ up in the grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the silence, the shine an’ the size<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of the ’igh, inexpressible skies....<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am takin’ some letters almost<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As much as a mile, to the post,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ ‘mind you come back with the change!’<br /></span> -<span class="i42">Me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me that saw Barberton took<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When we dropped through the clouds on their ’ead,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ they ’ove the guns over and fled—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me that was through Di’mond ’Ill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ Pieters an’ Springs an’ Belfast—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Dundee to Vereeniging all!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me that stuck out to the last<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(An’ five bloomin’ bars on my chest)—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I am doin’ my Sunday-school best,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By the ’elp of the Squire an’ his wife<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Not to mention the ’ousemaid an’ cook),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To come in an’ ’ands up an’ be still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ honestly work for my bread,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My livin’ in that state of life<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To which it shall please God to call<br /></span> -<span class="i42">Me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Me that ’ave followed my trade<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the place where the lightnin’s are made,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twixt the Rains and the Sun and the Moon;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me that lay down an’ got up<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three years an’ the sky for my roof—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That ’ave ridden my ’unger an’ thirst<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Six thousand raw mile on the hoof,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the Vaal and the Orange for cup,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the Brandwater Basin for dish,—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh! it’s ’ard to be’ave as they wish,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Too ’ard, an’ a little too soon),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ll ’ave to think over it first—<br /></span> -<span class="i42">Me!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I will arise an’ get ’ence;—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I will trek South and make sure<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If it’s only my fancy or not<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That the sunshine of England is pale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the breezes of England are stale,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ there’s somethin’ gone small with the lot;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For <em>I</em> know of a sun an’ a wind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ some plains and a mountain be’ind,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ some graves by a barb-wire fence;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ a Dutchman I’ve fought ’oo might give<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me a job were I ever inclined,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To look in an’ offsaddle an’ live<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Where there’s neither a road nor a tree—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But only my Maker an’ me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I think it will kill me or cure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I think I will go there an’ see.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="M_I">M. I.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">64</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(MOUNTED INFANTRY OF THE LINE)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap i"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">I wish</span> my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And a knife and a spoon in my putties that I found on a Boer farm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Atop of a sore-backed Argentine, with a thirst that you couldn’t buy.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I used to be in the Yorkshires once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Sussex, Lincolns, and Rifles once),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hampshires, Glosters, and Scottish once! (<i xml:lang="la" lang="la">ad lib.</i>)<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now I am M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—that is the name you must call<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If you want officers’ servants, pickets an’ ’orse-guards an’ all—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Details for buryin’-parties, company-cooks or supply—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Turn out the chronic Ikonas! Roll up the ——<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">1</a> M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">My ’ands are spotty with veldt-sores, my shirt is a button an’ frill,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the things I’ve used my bay’nit for would make a tinker ill!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ I don’t know whose dam’ column I’m in, nor where we’re trekkin’ nor why.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve trekked from the Vaal to the Orange once—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From the Vaal to the greasy Pongolo once—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Or else it was called the Zambesi once)—<br /></span> -<span class="i18">For now I am M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—we are the push you require<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For outposts all night under freezin’, an’ rear-guard all day under fire.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Anything ’ot or unwholesome? Anything dusty or dry?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Borrow a bunch of Ikonas! Trot out the —— M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our Sergeant-Major’s a subaltern, our Captain’s a Fusilier—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our Adjutant’s ‘late of Somebody’s ’Orse,’ an’ a Melbourne auctioneer;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But you couldn’t spot us at ’arf a mile from the crackest caval-ry.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">They used to talk about Lancers once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Hussars, Dragoons, an’ Lancers once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Elmets, pistols, an’ carbines once,<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now we are M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—we are the orphans they blame<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For beggin’ the loan of an ’ead-stall an’ makin’ a mount to the same:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Can’t even look at an ’orselines but some one goes bellerin’ ‘Hi!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘’Ere comes a burglin’ Ikona!’ Footsack you —— M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’re trekkin’ our twenty miles a day an’ bein’ loved by the Dutch,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we don’t hold on by the mane no more, nor lose our stirrups—much;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ we scout with a senior man in charge where the ’oly white flags fly.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We used to think they were friendly once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Didn’t take any precautions once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Once, my ducky, an’ only once!)<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now we are M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—we are the beggars that got<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Three days ‘to learn equitation,’ an’ six months o’ bloomin’ well trot!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Cow-guns, an’ cattle, an’ convoys—an’ Mister De Wet on the fly—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are the rollin’ Ikonas! We are the —— M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The new fat regiments come from home, imaginin’ vain V.C.’s<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(The same as our talky-fighty men which are often Number Threes<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">2</a>),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But our words o’ command are ‘Scatter’ an’ ‘Close’ an’ ‘Let your wounded lie.’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We used to rescue ’em noble once,—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Givin’ the range as we raised ’em once,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gettin’ ’em killed as we saved ’em once—<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now we are M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—we are the lanterns you view<br /></span> -<span class="i0">After a fight round the kopjes, lookin’ for men that we knew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whistlin’ an’ callin’ together, ’altin’ to catch the reply:—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘’Elp me! O ’elp me, Ikonas!’ This way, the —— M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish my mother could see me now, a-gatherin’ news on my own,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I ride like a General up to the scrub and ride back like Tod Sloan,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Remarkable close to my ’orse’s neck to let the shots go by.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">We used to fancy it risky once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Called it a reconnaissance once),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Under the charge of an orf’cer once,<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now we are M. I.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—that is the song you must say<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When you want men to be Mausered at one and a penny a day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We are no five-bob colonials—we are the ’omemade supply,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ask for the London Ikonas! Ring up the —— M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I wish myself could talk to myself as I left ’im a year ago;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I could tell ’im a lot that would save ’im a lot on the things that ’e ought to know!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When I think o’ that ignorant barrack-bird, it almost makes me cry.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I used to belong in an Army once<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Gawd! what a rum little Army once),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Red little, dead little Army once!<br /></span> -<span class="i18">But now I am M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">That is what we are known as—we are the men that have been<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over a year at the business, smelt it an’ felt it an’ seen.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We ’ave got ’old of the needful—<em>you</em> will be told by and by;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wait till you’ve ’eard the Ikonas, spoke to the old M. I.!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Mount—march, Ikonas! Stand to your ’orses again!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mop off the frost on the saddles, mop up the miles on the plain.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Out go the stars in the dawnin’, up goes our dust to the sky,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Walk—trot, Ikonas! Trek jou,<a id="FNanchor_3" href="#Footnote_3" class="fnanchor">3</a> the old M. I.!</span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<div class="center"><div class="footnote"> - -<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="fnanchor">1</a> Number according to taste and service of audience.</p> - -<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="fnanchor">2</a> Horse-holders when in action, and therefore generally under -cover.</p> - -<p><a id="Footnote_3" href="#FNanchor_3" class="fnanchor">3</a> Get ahead.</p> -</div></div> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="COLUMNS">COLUMNS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">72</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(MOBILE COLUMNS OF THE LATER WAR)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Out</span> o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(<em>Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!</em>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Supply?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(<em>A section, a pompom, an’ six ’undred men.</em>)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Ere comes the clerk with ’is lantern an’ keys<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(<em>Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!</em>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘Surplus of everything—draw what you please<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘<em>For the section, the pompom, an’ six ’undred men</em>.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">‘What are our orders an’ where do we lay?’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(<em>Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!</em>)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘You came after dark—you will leave before day,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">‘<em>You section, you pompom, an’ six ’undred men!</em>’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Down the tin street, ’alf awake an’ unfed,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Ark to ’em blessin’ the Gen’ral in bed!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now by the church an’ the outspan they wind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Over the ridge an’ it’s all lef’ be’ind<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>For the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Soon they will camp as the dawn’s growin’ grey,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Roll up for coffee an’ sleep while they may—<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>The section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Read their ’ome letters, their papers an’ such,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they’ll move after dark to astonish the Dutch<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>With a section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Untin’ for shade as the long hours pass,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Blankets on rifles or burrows in grass,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Lies the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Dossin’ or beatin’ a shirt in the sun,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watching chameleons or cleanin’ a gun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Waits the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">With nothin’ but stillness as far as you please,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the silly mirage stringin’ islands an’ seas<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Round the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So they strips off their hide an’ they grills in their bones,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Till the shadows crawl out from beneath the pore stones<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Towards the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An’ the Mauser-bird stops an’ the jackals begin,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the ’orse-guard comes up and the Gunners ’ook in<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>As a ’int to the pompom an’ six ’undred men</em>....<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Off through the dark with the stars to rely on—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Alpha Centauri an’ somethin’ Orion)<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Moves the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same bloomin’ ’ole which the ant-bear ’as broke,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Same bloomin’ stumble an’ same bloomin’ joke<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Down the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same ‘which is right?’ where the cart-tracks divide,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Same ‘give it up’ from the same clever guide<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>To the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same tumble-down on the same ’idden farm,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Same white-eyed Kaffir ’oo gives the alarm<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>Of the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same shootin’ wild at the end o’ the night,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Same flyin’ tackle an’ same messy fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>By the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same ugly ’iccup an’ same ’orrid squeal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When it’s too dark to see an’ it’s too late to feel<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>In the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">(Same batch of prisoners, ’airy an’ still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Watchin’ their comrades bolt over the ’ill<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>From the section</em>, etc.)<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same chilly glare in the eye of the sun<br /></span> -<span class="i0">As ’e gets up displeasured to see what was done<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>By the section</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Same splash o’ pink on the stoep or the kraal,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the same quiet face which ’as finished with all<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>In the section, the pompom, an’ six ’undred men</em>.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Time, an’ ’igh time to be trekkin’ again!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Oo is it ’eads to the Detail Supply?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(A section, a pompom, an’ six ’undred men.)</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_PARTING_OF_THE_COLUMNS">THE PARTING OF THE COLUMNS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">77</span></h2> -</div> - -<blockquote> - -<p>‘... On the —th instant a mixed detachment of -colonials left —— for Cape Town, there to rejoin their -respective homeward-bound contingents, after fifteen -months’ service in the field. They were escorted to the -station by the regular troops in garrison and the bulk of -Colonel ——’s column, which has just come in to refit, -preparatory to further operations. The leave-taking -was of the most cordial character, the men cheering each -other continuously.’—<i>Any Newspaper.</i></p></blockquote> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">We’ve</span> rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Together for a year and more around this stinkin’ land:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now you are goin’ home again, but we must see it through.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We needn’t tell we liked you well. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You ’ad no special call to come, and so you doubled out,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And learned us how to camp and cook an’ steal a horse and scout:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Whatever game we fancied most, you joyful played it too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And rather better on the whole. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There isn’t much we ’aven’t shared, since Kruger cut and run,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same old work, the same old skoff, the same old dust and sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same old chance that laid us out, or winked an’ let us through;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same old Life, the same old Death. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Our blood ’as truly mixed with yours—all down the Red Cross train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ve bit the same thermometer in Bloemingtyphoidtein.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ve ’ad the same old temp’rature—the same relapses too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The same old saw-backed fever-chart. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">But ’twasn’t merely this an’ that (which all the world may know),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Twas how you talked an’ looked at things which made us like you so.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All independent, queer an’ odd, but most amazin’ new,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">My word! you shook us up to rights. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Think o’ the stories round the fire, the tales along the trek—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">O’ Calgary an’ Wellin’ton, an’ Sydney and Quebec;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of mine an’ farm, an’ ranch an’ run, an’ moose an’ cariboo,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ parrots peckin’ lambs to death! Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ve seen you ’ome by word o’ mouth, we’ve watched your rivers shine,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’ve ’eard your bloomin’ forests blow of eucalip’ and pine;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Your young, gay countries north an’ south, we feel we own ’em too,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For they was made by rank an’ file. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We’ll never read the papers now without inquirin’ first<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For word from all those friendly dorps where you was born an’ nursed.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Why, Dawson, Galle, an’ Montreal—Port Darwin—Timaru,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They’re only just across the road! Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Good-bye!—So-long! Don’t lose yourselves—nor us, nor all kind friends,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But tell the girls your side the drift we’re comin’—when it ends!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Good-bye, you bloomin’ Atlases! You’ve taught us somethin’ new:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The world’s no bigger than a kraal. Good-bye—good luck to you!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="TWO_KOPJES">TWO KOPJES<span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">82</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(MADE YEOMANRY)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Only</span> two African kopjes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only the cart-tracks that wind<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Empty and open between ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only the Transvaal behind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only an Aldershot column<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Marching to conquer the land ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a sudden and solemn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Visit, unarmed, to the Rand.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then scorn not the African kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kopje that smiles in the heat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The wholly unoccupied kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The home of Cornelius and Piet.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can never be sure of your kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But of this be you blooming well sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">A kopje is always a kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a Boojer is always a Boer!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only two African kopjes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only the vultures above,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only baboons—at the bottom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only some buck on the move;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a Kensington draper<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only pretending to scout ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only bad news for the paper,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only another knock-out.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then mock not the African kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And rub not your flank on its side,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silent and simmering kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kopje beloved by the guide.<br /></span> -<span class="i0"><em>You can never be</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only two African kopjes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only the dust of their wheels,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a bolted commando,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only our guns at their heels ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a little barb-wire,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only a natural fort,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only ‘by sections retire,’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only ‘regret to report’!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i4">Then mock not the African kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">Especially when it is twins,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">One sharp and one table-topped kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">For that’s where the trouble begins.<br /></span> -<span class="i4"><em>You can never be</em>, etc.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Only two African kopjes<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Baited the same as before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only we’ve had it so often,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only we’re taking no more ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a wave to our troopers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only our flanks swinging past,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Only a dozen voorloopers,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Only <em>we</em>’ve learned it at last!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Then mock not the African kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But take off your hat to the same.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The patient, impartial old kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kopje that taught us the game!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For all that we knew in the Columns,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And all they’ve forgot on the Staff,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We learned at the fight o’ Two Kopjes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which lasted two years an’ a half.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">O mock not the African kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Not even when peace has been signed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The kopje that isn’t a kopje—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The kopje that copies its kind.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">You can never be sure of your kopje,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But of this be you blooming well sure,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That a kopje is always a kopje.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And a Boojer is always a Boer!</span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_INSTRUCTOR">THE INSTRUCTOR<span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">86</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(CORPORALS)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap al"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">At</span> times when under cover I ’ave said,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To keep my spirits up an’ raise a laugh,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Earin’ ’im pass so busy over-’ead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Nickel Neck, ’oo isn’t on the Staff—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘<em>There’s one above is greater than us all</em>.’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before ’im I ’ave seen my Colonel fall,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ watched ’im write my Captain’s epitaph,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So that a long way off it could be read—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">He <em>’as</em> the knack o’ makin’ men feel small—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Old Whistle Tip, ’oo isn’t on the Staff.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is no sense in fleein’ (I ’ave fled),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Better go on an’ do the belly-crawl,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ ’ope ’e’ll ’it some other man instead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of you ’e seems to ’unt so speshual—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Fitzy van Spitz, ’oo isn’t on the Staff.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An’ thus in mem’ry’s gratis biograph,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Now that the show is over, I recall<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The peevish voice an’ ’oary mushroom ’ead<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ’im we owned was greater than us all,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’Oo give instruction to the quick an’ the dead—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Shudderin’ Beggar not upon the Staff.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="BOOTS">BOOTS<span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">88</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(INFANTRY COLUMNS OF THE EARLIER WAR)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">We’re</span> foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up and down again!)<br /></span> -<span class="i12">There’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an’-twenty mile to-day—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up and down again!)<br /></span> -<span class="i12">There’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up an’ down again);<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin’ ’em,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">An’ there’s no discharge in the war.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Try—try—try—try—to think o’ something different—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin’ lunatic!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up an’ down again!)<br /></span> -<span class="i12">There’s no discharge in the war.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o’ you<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up and down again)—<br /></span> -<span class="i12">There’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We—can—stick—out—’unger, thirst, an’ weariness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of ’em—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up an’ down again,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">An’ there’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">’Tain’t—so—bad—by—day because o’ company,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But night—brings—long—strings o’ forty thousand million<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Boots—boots—boots—boots, movin’ up an’ down again.<br /></span> -<span class="i12">There’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I—’ave—marched—six—weeks in ’Ell an’ certify<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It—is—not—fire—devils dark or anything<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But boots—boots—boots, movin’ up an’ down again,<br /></span> -<span class="i12">An’ there’s no discharge in the war!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_MARRIED_MAN">THE MARRIED MAN<span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">91</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(RESERVIST OF THE LINE)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">The</span> bachelor ’e fights for one<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As joyful as can be;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the married man don’t call it fun,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Because ’e fights for three—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(An’ Two an’ One makes Three)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E wants to finish ’is little bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bachelor pokes up ’is ’ead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To see if you are gone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the married man lies down instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ waits till the sights come on.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ a hit<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Direct or ricochee)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E wants to finish ’is little bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bachelor will miss you clear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To fight another day;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the married man, ’e says ’No fear!’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’E wants you out of the way<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Of ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(An’ ’is road to ’is farm or the sea),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E wants to finish ’is little bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e wants to go ’ome to ’is tea.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bachelor ’e fights ’is fight<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ stretches out an’ snores;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the married man sits up all night—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For ’e don’t like out o’ doors:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E’ll strain an’ listen an’ peer<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ give the first alarm—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For the sake o’ the breathin’ ’e’s used to ’ear<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ the ’ead on the thick of ’is arm.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The bachelor may risk ’is ’ide<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To ’elp you when you’re downed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But the married man will wait beside<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Till the ambulance comes round.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E’ll take your ’ome address<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ all you’ve time to say,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Or if ’e sees there’s ’ope, ’e’ll press<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Your art’ry ’alf the day—<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(An’ One from Three leaves Two),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’e knows you wanted to finish your bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e knows ’oo’s wantin’ you.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Yes, ’Im an’ ’Er an’ It<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Our ’oly One in Three),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We’re all of us anxious to finish our bit,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ we want to get ’ome to our tea!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Yes, It an’ ’Er an’ ’Im,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which often makes me think<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The married man must sink or swim<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’—’e can’t afford to sink!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Oh ’Im an’ It an’ ’Er<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Since Adam an’ Eve began,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So I’d rather fight with the bachel<em>er</em><br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ be nursed by the married man!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="LICHTENBERG">LICHTENBERG<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">95</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(N.S.W. CONTINGENT)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Smells</span> are surer than sounds or sights<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To make your heart-strings crack—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">They start those awful voices o’ nights<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That whisper, ‘Old man, come back.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That must be why the big things pass<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the little things remain,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Like the smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in, in the rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There was some silly fire on the flank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the small wet drizzling down—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There were the sold-out shops and the bank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the wet, wide-open town;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And we were doing escort-duty<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To somebody’s baggage-train,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And I smelt wattle by Lichtenberg—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in, in the rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">It was all Australia to me—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">All I had found or missed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Every face I was crazy to see,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And every woman I’d kissed:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All that I shouldn’t ha’ done, God knows!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(As He knows I’ll do it again),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">That smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in, in the rain!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">And I saw Sydney the same as ever,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The picnics and brass-bands;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And the little homestead on Hunter River<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my new vines joining hands.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It all came over me in one act<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Quick as a shot through the brain—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the smell of the wattle round Lichtenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in, in the rain.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I have forgotten a hundred fights,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But one I shall not forget—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With the raindrops bunging up my sights<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And my eyes bunged up with wet;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And through the crack and the stink of the cordite<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Ah Christ! My country again!)<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The smell of the wattle by Lichtenberg,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Riding in, in the rain!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="STELLENBOSH">STELLENBOSH<span class="pagenum" id="Page_98">98</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(COMPOSITE COLUMNS)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">The</span> General ’eard the firin’ on the flank,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e sent a mounted man to bring ’im back<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The silly, pushin’ person’s name an’ rank<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Oo’d dared to answer Brother Boer’s attack.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For there might ’ave been a serious engagement,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e might ’ave wasted ’alf a dozen men;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ’e ordered ’im to stop ’is operations round the kopjes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e told ’im off before the Staff at ten!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">And it all goes into the laundry,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">But it never comes out in the wash,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">’Ow we’re sugared about by the old men<br /></span> -<span class="i6">(’Eavy-sterned amateur old men!)<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That ’amper an’ ’inder an’ scold men<br /></span> -<span class="i6">For fear o’ Stellenbosh!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The General ’ad ‘produced a great effect,’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The General ’ad the country cleared—almost;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The General ‘’ad no reason to expect,’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And the Boers ’ad us bloomin’ well on toast!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For we might ’ave crossed the drift before the twilight,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instead o’ sitting down an’ takin’ root;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But we was not allowed, so the Boojers scooped the crowd,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To the last survivin’ bandolier an’ boot.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The General saw the farm’ouse in ’is rear,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With its stoep so nicely shaded from the sun;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Sez ’e, ‘I’ll pitch my tabernacle ’ere,’<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’e kept us muckin’ round till ’e ’ad done.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’e might ’ave caught the confluent pneumonia<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From sleepin’ in his gaiters in the dew;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ’e took a book an’ dozed while the other columns closed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And ——’s commando out an’ trickled through!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The General saw the mountain-range ahead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With their ’elios showin’ saucy on the ’eight,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So ’e ’eld us to the level ground instead,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ telegraphed the Boojers wouldn’t fight.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’e might ’ave gone an’ sprayed ’em with a pompom,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or ’e might ’ave slung a squadron out to see—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But ’e wasn’t takin’ chances in them ’igh an’ ’ostile kranzes—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">He was markin’ time to earn a K.C.B.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The General got ’is decorations thick<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(The men that backed ’is lies could not complain),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The Staff ’ad D.S.O.’s till we was sick,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ the soldier—’ad the work to do again!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For ’e might ’ave known the District was a ’otbed,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Instead of ’andin’ over, upside-down,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">To a man ’oo ’ad to fight ’alf a year to put it right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">While the General went an’ slandered ’im in town!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i6">An’ it all went into the laundry,<br /></span> -<span class="i6">But it never came out in the wash.<br /></span> -<span class="i6">We were sugared about by the old men<br /></span> -<span class="i6">(Panicky, perishin’ old men)<br /></span> -<span class="i6">That ’amper an’ ’inder an’ scold men<br /></span> -<span class="i6">For fear o’ Stellenbosh!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="HALF-BALLAD_OF_WATERVAL">HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL<span class="pagenum" id="Page_102">102</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">When</span> by the labour of my ’ands<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’ve ’elped to pack a transport tight<br /></span> -<span class="i0">With prisoners for foreign lands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ain’t transported with delight.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I know it’s only just an’ right,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But yet it somehow sickens me,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I ’ave learned at Waterval<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The meanin’ of captivity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Be’ind the pegged barb-wire strands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath the tall electric light,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">We used to walk in bare-’ead bands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Explainin’ ’ow we lost our fight.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ that is what they’ll do to-night<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Upon the steamer out at sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">If I ’ave learned at Waterval<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The meanin’ of captivity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0"><em>They</em>’ll never know the shame that brands—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Black shame no livin’ down makes white,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The mockin’ from the sentry-stands,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The women’s laugh, the gaoler’s spite.<br /></span> -<span class="i2"><em>We</em> are too bloomin’ much polite,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But that is ’ow I’d ’ave us be...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Since I ’ave learned at Waterval<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The meanin’ of captivity.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They’ll get those draggin’ days all right,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Spent as a foreigner commands,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ ’orrors of the locked-up night,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">With ’Ell’s own thinkin’ on their ’ands.<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I’d give the gold o’ twenty Rands<br /></span> -<span class="i4">(If it was mine) to set ’em free ...<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For I ’ave learned at Waterval<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The meanin’ of captivity!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="PIET">PIET<span class="pagenum" id="Page_104">104</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(REGULAR OF THE LINE)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap i"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">I do</span> not love my Empire’s foes,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor call ’em angels; still,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">What <em>is</em> the sense of ’atin’ those<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Oom you are paid to kill?<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So, barrin’ all that foreign lot<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Which only joined for spite,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Myself, I’d just as soon as not<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Respect the man I fight.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet!—’is trousies to ’is knees,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’Is coat-tails lyin’ level in the bullet-sprinkled breeze;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’E does not lose ’is rifle an’ ’e does not lose ’is seat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known a lot o’ people ride a dam’ sight worse than Piet!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">I’ve ’eard ’im cryin’ from the ground<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like Abel’s blood of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ skirmished out to look, an’ found<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The beggar nearly cold;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve waited on till ’e was dead<br /></span> -<span class="i2">(Which couldn’t ’elp ’im much),<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But many grateful things ’e’s said<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To me for doin’ such.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet! whose time ’as come to die,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’Is carcase past rebellion, but ’is eyes inquirin’ why.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Though dressed in stolen uniform with badge o’ rank complete,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known a lot o’ fellers go a dam’ sight worse than Piet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">An’ when there wasn’t aught to do<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But camp and cattle-guards,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I’ve fought with ’im the ’ole day through<br /></span> -<span class="i2">At fifteen ’undred yards;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Long afternoons o’ lyin’ still,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ’earin’ as you lay<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The bullets swish from ’ill to ’ill<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Like scythes among the ’ay.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet!—be’ind ’is stony kop,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With ’is Boer bread an’ biltong, an’ ’is flask of awful Dop;<br /></span> -<span class="i4">’Is Mauser for amusement an’ ’is pony for retreat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known a lot o’ fellers shoot a dam’ sight worse than Piet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">He’s shoved ’is rifle ’neath my nose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before I’d time to think,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ borrowed all my Sunday clo’es<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ sent me ’ome in pink;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ I ’ave crept (Lord, ’ow I’ve crept!)<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On ’ands an’ knees I’ve gone,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And spoored and floored and caught and kept<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ sent him to Ceylon!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet!—you’ve sold me many a pup,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">When week on week alternate it was you an’ me ‘’ands up!’<br /></span> -<span class="i4">But though I never made <em>you</em> walk man-naked in the ’eat,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known a lot of fellows stalk a dam’ sight worse than Piet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">From Plewman’s to Marabastad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">From Ookiep to De Aar,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Me an’ my trusty friend ’ave ’ad,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As you might say, a war;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But seein’ what both parties done<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before ’e owned defeat,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I ain’t more proud of ’avin’ won,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Than I am pleased with Piet.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet!—picked up be’ind the drive!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">The wonder wasn’t ’ow ’e fought, but ’ow ’e kep’ alive,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">With nothin’ in ’is belly, on ’is back, or to ’is feet—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known a lot o’ men behave a dam’ sight worse than Piet.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">No more I’ll ’ear ’is rifle crack<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Along the block’ouse fence—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The beggar’s on the peaceful tack,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Regardless of expense.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For countin’ what ’e eats an’ draws,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ gifts an’ loans as well,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">’E’s gettin’ ’alf the Earth, because<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’E didn’t give us ’Ell!<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Ah there, Piet! with your brand-new English plough,<br /></span> -<span class="i4">Your gratis tents an’ cattle, an’ your most ungrateful frow.<br /></span> -<span class="i4">You’ve made the British taxpayer rebuild your country-seat—<br /></span> -<span class="i4">I’ve known some pet battalions charge a dam’ sight less than Piet.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="WILFUL-MISSING">‘WILFUL-MISSING’<span class="pagenum" id="Page_110">110</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">There</span> is a world outside the one you know,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To which for curiousness ’Ell can’t compare—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It is the place where ‘wilful-missings’ go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we can testify, for we are there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">You may ’ave read a bullet laid us low,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">That we was gathered in ‘with reverent care’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">And buried proper. But it was not so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we can testify, for we are there.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">They can’t be certain—faces alter so<br /></span> -<span class="i2">After the old aasvogel’s ’ad ’is share;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The uniform’s the mark by which they go—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And—ain’t it odd?—the one we best can spare.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We might ’ave seen our chance to cut the show—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Name, number, record, an’ begin elsewhere—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Leavin’ some not too late-lamented foe<br /></span> -<span class="i2">One funeral—private—British—for ’is share.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We may ’ave took it yonder in the Low<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Bush-veldt that sends men stragglin’ unaware<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Among the Kaffirs, till their columns go,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ they are left past call or count or care.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">We might ’ave been your lovers long ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Usbands or children—comfort or despair.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Our death (an’ burial) settles all we owe,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ why we done it is our own affair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Marry again, and we will not say no,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor come to bastardise the kids you bear:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Wait on in ’ope—you’ve all your life below<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before you’ll ever ’ear us on the stair.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">There is no need to give our reasons, though<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Gawd knows we all ’ad reasons which were fair;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But other people might not judge ’em so,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And now it doesn’t matter what they were.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">What man can size or weigh another’s woe?<br /></span> -<span class="i2">There are some things too bitter ’ard to bear.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Suffice it we ’ave finished—Domino!<br /></span> -<span class="i2">As we can testify, for we are there,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">In the side-world where ‘wilful-missings’ go.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="UBIQUE">UBIQUE<span class="pagenum" id="Page_113">113</span></h2> -</div> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">There</span> is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">‘You bike,’ ‘you bykwe,’ ‘ubbikwe’—alludin’ to R.A.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">It serves ’Orse, Field, an’ Garrison as motto for a crest,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ when you’ve found out all it means I’ll tell you ’alf the rest.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means the long-range Krupp be’ind the low-range ’ill—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means you’ll pick it up an’ while you do stand still.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means you’ve caught the flash an’ timed it by the sound.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means five gunners’ ’ash before you’ve loosed a round.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means Blue Fuse, an’ make the ’ole to sink the trail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means stand up an’ take the Mauser’s ’alf-mile ’ail.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means the crazy team not God nor man can ’old.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means that ’orse’s scream which turns your innards cold!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘Bank, ’Olborn, Bank—a penny all the way’—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The soothin’, jingle-bump-an’-clank from day to peaceful day.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘They’ve caught De Wet, an’ now we shan’t be long.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘I much regret, the beggar’s goin’ strong!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means the tearin’ drift where, breech-blocks jammed with mud,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The khaki muzzles duck an’ lift across the khaki flood.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means the dancing plain that changes rocks to Boers.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means mirage again an’ shellin’ all outdoors.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘Entrain at once for Grootdefeatfontein’!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘Off-load your guns’—at midnight in the rain!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means ‘More mounted men. Return all guns to store.’<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Ubique means the R.A.M.R. Infantillery Corps!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Ubique means that warnin’ grunt the perished linesman knows,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When o’er ’is strung an’ sufferin’ front the shrapnel sprays ’is foes;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ as their firin’ dies away the ’usky whisper runs<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From lips that ’aven’t drunk all day: ‘The Guns! Thank Gawd, the Guns!’<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Extreme, depressed, point-blank or short, end-first or any’ow,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">From Colesberg Kop to Quagga’s Poort—from Ninety-Nine till now—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">By what I’ve ’eard the others tell an’ I in spots ’ave seen,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">There’s nothin’ this side ’Eaven or ’Ell Ubique doesn’t mean!<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="THE_RETURN">THE RETURN<span class="pagenum" id="Page_117">117</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(ALL ARMS)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">Peace</span> is declared, an’ I return<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To ’Ackneystadt, but not the same;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Things ’ave transpired which made me learn<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The size and meanin’ of the game.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I did no more than others did,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I don’t know where the change began;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I started as a average kid,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I finished as a thinkin’ man.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">If England was what England seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ not the England of our dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But only putty, brass, an’ paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Ow quick we’d drop ’er! <span class="notitalic">But she ain’t!</span><br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Before my gappin’ mouth could speak<br /></span> -<span class="i2">I ’eard it in my comrade’s tone;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">I saw it on my neighbour’s cheek<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Before I felt it flush my own.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ last it come to me—not pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor yet conceit, but on the ’ole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If such a term may be applied),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The makin’s of a bloomin’ soul.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Rivers at night that cluck an’ jeer,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Plains which the moonshine turns to sea,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Mountains that never let you near,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ stars to all eternity;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the quick-breathin’ dark that fills<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The ’ollows of the wilderness,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">When the wind worries through the ’ills—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These may ’ave taught me more or less.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Towns without people, ten times took,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ ten times left an’ burned at last;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ starvin’ dogs that come to look<br /></span> -<span class="i2">For owners when a column passed;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ quiet, ’omesick talks between<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Men, met by night, you never knew<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Until—’is face—by shellfire seen—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Once—an’ struck off. They taught me too.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The day’s lay-out—the mornin’ sun<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Beneath your ’at-brim as you sight;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">The dinner-’ush from noon till one,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ the full roar that lasts till night;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ the pore dead that look so old<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ was so young an hour ago,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ legs tied down before they’re cold—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">These are the things which make you know.<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Also Time runnin’ into years—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">A thousand Places left be’ind—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ Men from both two ’emispheres<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Discussin’ things of every kind;<br /></span> -<span class="i0">So much more near than I ’ad known,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">So much more great than I ’ad guessed—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">An’ me, like all the rest, alone—<br /></span> -<span class="i2">But reachin’ out to all the rest!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">So ’ath it come to me—not pride,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Nor yet conceit, but on the ’ole<br /></span> -<span class="i0">(If such a term may be applied),<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The makin’s of a bloomin’ soul.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But now, discharged, I fall away<br /></span> -<span class="i2">To do with little things again....<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Gawd, ’oo knows all I cannot say,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Look after me in Thamesfontein!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza italic"> -<span class="i0">If England was what England seems,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An’ not the England of our dreams,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">But only putty, brass, an’ paint,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">’Ow quick we’d chuck ’er! <span class="notitalic">But she ain’t!</span><br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> -<hr /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 id="RECESSIONAL">RECESSIONAL<span class="pagenum" id="Page_121">121</span></h2> -</div> - -<p class="subhead">(1897)</p> - -<div class="poem-container"> -<div class="poem"><div class="stanza drop-cap"> -<span class="i0x"><span class="smcap1">God</span> of our fathers, known of old,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Lord of our far-flung battle-line,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Beneath whose awful Hand we hold<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Dominion over palm and pine—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest we forget—lest we forget!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">The tumult and the shouting dies;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">The captains and the kings depart:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">An humble and a contrite heart.<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest we forget—lest we forget!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">Far-called, our navies melt away;<br /></span> -<span class="i2">On dune and headland sinks the fire:<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lo, all our pomp of yesterday<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest we forget—lest we forget!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">If, drunk with sight of power, we loose<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Such boastings as the Gentiles use,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">Or lesser breeds without the Law—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Lest we forget—lest we forget!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i0">For heathen heart that puts her trust<br /></span> -<span class="i2">In reeking tube and iron shard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">All valiant dust that builds on dust,<br /></span> -<span class="i2">And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,<br /></span> -<span class="i0">For frantic boast and foolish word—<br /></span> -<span class="i0">Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!<br /></span> -</div><div class="stanza"> -<span class="i32">Amen.<br /></span> -</div></div> -</div> - -<p class="p4 center smaller vspace"><span class="bt">Printed by T. and A. <span class="smcap">Constable</span>, Printers to His Majesty</span><br /> -at the Edinburgh University Press</p> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Five Nations, Volume II (of 2), by -Rudyard Kipling - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE FIVE NATIONS, VOLUME II (OF 2) *** - -***** This file should be named 60261-h.htm or 60261-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/2/6/60261/ - -Produced by deaurider, Charlie Howard, and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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