256. Buddha at Kamakura Oye who treated the Narrow Way
By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day,Be gentle when "the heathen" pray
257. Screw-Guns Smokin' my pipe on the mountings, sniffin' the mornin' cool,
I walks in my old brown gaiters along o' my old brown mule,With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a beggar forgets
258. The Fires Men make them fires on the hearth
Each under his roof-tree,And the Four Winds that rule the earth
259. The Betrothed "You must choose between me and your cigar."
-- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885.
260. Route Marchin' We're marchin' on relief over Injia's sunny plains,
A little front o' Christmas-time an' just be'ind the Rains;Ho! get away you bullock-man, you've 'eard the bugle blowed,
261. Kaa-s Hunting His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buffalo-s pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.If ye find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
262. Mine-Sweepers Dawn off the Foreland -- the young flood making
Jumbled and short and steep -- Black in the hollows and bright where it's breaking --
268. The Bronckhurst Divorce Case In the daytime, when she moved about me,
In the night, when she was sleeping at my side, --I was wearied, I was wearied of her presence.
269. Mulholland's Contract The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea,
An' the pens broke up on the lower deck an' let the creatures free --An' the lights went out on the lower deck, an' no one near but me.
279. The Feet of the Young Men Now the Four-way Lodge is opened, now the Hunting Winds are loose --
Now the Smokes of Spring go up to clear the brain;Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the Trues,
280. The Spring Running Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
He that was our Brother goes away.Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle--
281. Ride to Kandahar Then we brought the lances down--then the trumpets blew--
When we went to Kandahar, ridin' two an' two.Ridin'--ridin'--ridin' two an' two!
With focus sharp as Flemish-painted face
In film of varnish brightly fixed
And through a polished hand-lens deeply seen,
Sunday at noon through hyaline thin air
Sees down the street,
And in the camera of my eye depicts
Row-houses and row-lives:
Glass after glass, door after door the same,
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