Explore "The Grave of the Hundred Head" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
There's a widow in sleepy Chester / Who weeps for her only son; / There's a grave on the Pabeng River, / A grave that the Burmans shun, / And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri / Who tells how the work was done.
A Snider squibbed in the jungle, / Somebody laughed and fled, / And the men of the First Shikaris / Picked up their Subaltern dead, / With a big blue mark in his forehead / And the back blown out of his head.