Explore "The Taking of Lungtungpen" by Rudyard Kipling on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
So we loosed a bloomin' volley, / An' we made the beggars cut, / An' when our pouch was emptied out. / We used the bloomin' butt, / Ho! My! / Don't yer come anigh, / When Tommy is a playin' with the baynit an' the butt. / _ -- Barrack Room Ballad_.
My friend Private Mulvaney told me this, sitting on the parapet of the road to Dagshai, when we were hunting butterflies together. He had theories about the Army, and colored clay pipes perfectly. He said that the young soldier is the best to work with, "on account av the surpassing innocinse av the child."