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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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