Academia.edu is a platform for academics to share research papers. I did so. They cackled, yelled, whistled, and howled as I walked into their midst; some of them literally throwing themselves down on the ground in convulsions of unholy mirth. His saddle, a favourite polo one, was much knocked about, and had been twisted under his belly. IN the beginning it all arose from a slight attack of fever. It was possible, just possible, that I might, in the uncertain moonlight, safely run the gauntlet of the rifle shots. Shall I propose? Besides, it is not advisable that the men who once got in here should oscape. "You will live here till you die like the other Feringhi," he said coolly, watching me over the ​fragment of gristle that he was gnawing. Cart All. If you are at an office or shared network, you can ask the network administrator to run a scan across the network looking for misconfigured or infected devices. About ten o'clock, as far as I could judge, when the Moon had just risen above the lip of the crater, Gunga Dass made a move for his burrow to bring out the gun-barrels whereby to measure our path. 2. If you are on a personal connection, like at home, you can run an anti-virus scan on your device to make sure it is not infected with malware. In doing so, it was lying face downward, I tore the frail and rotten kháki shooting-coat open, disclosing a hideous cavity in the back. (The slope, I fancy, must have been about 65°.) I recollect that even in my deepest trouble I had been speculating vaguely on the waste of ammunition in guarding an already protected foreshore. One evening Morrowbie Jukes, an Englishman, is feeling a bit feverish and the barking of the dogs outside his tent is upsetting him. I spun round quickly and faced the speaker. The alive and the dead. My work necessitated my being in camp for some months between Pakpattan and Mubarakpur—a desolate sandy stretch of country as every one who has had the misfortune to go there may know. What does it mean? The brutes assembled in twos and threes and drove me fran tic. I therefore ordered my sais to saddle Pornic and bring him round quietly in the rear of my tent. "If you die at home and do not die when you come to the ghát to be burned, you come here.". (Proverbio aborígen) Como dicen los ilusionistas, no hay engaño en este relato. As a matter of fact there was; but it was by no means what I had looked for. As the day wore on the inhabitants began to appear in full strength to catch the rays of the afternoon sun, which were now sloping in at the month of the crater. It is imperatively necessary that I should, for my own sake, keep both health and strength until the hour of my release comes—if it ever does.". The treacherous sand slope allowed no escape from a spot which I had visited most involuntarily, and a promenade on the river frontage was the signal for a bombardment from some insane native in a boat. and seizing him by the shoulders I crammed his head into the mouth of the burrow, kicked the rest of him in, and, sitting down, covered my face with my hands. Five of them he throttled at once, reserving two for further operations another day. Imitation crocodile-skin note-book with pencil. The others would never even raise their eyes when this happened, as men too well aware of the futility of their fellows' attempts, and wearied with its useless repetition. "Perhaps not to-morrow, nor the day after, nor subsequently; but in the end, and for many years, you will catch crows, and eat crows, and you will thank your belaitee God that you have crows to catch and eat.". That is to say, Gunga Dass gave me a double armful of dried bents which I thrust down the mouth of the lair to the right of his, and followed it myself feet foremost; the hole running about nine feet into the sand with a slight downward inclination, and being neatly shored with timbers. THE STRANGE RIDE OF MORROWBIE JUKES Alive or dead—there is no other way. Rather than The galloping pony takes Morrowbie to the brink of the crater, and they both fall in. Gunga Dass took a malicious pleasure in emphasizing this point and in watching me wince. I could even fancy that they despised me. The Strange Ride Of Morrowbie Jukes (1899): Kipling, Rudyard: Amazon.com.tr Çerez Tercihlerinizi Seçin Alışveriş deneyiminizi geliştirmek, hizmetlerimizi sunmak, müşterilerin hizmetlerimizi nasıl kullandığını anlayarak iyileştirmeler yapabilmek ve tanıtımları gösterebilmek için çerezler ve … Here was a Sahib, a representative of the dominant race, helpless as a child and completely at the mercy of his native neighbours. We laid the body down on the edge of the quicksand by the tussocks. Sáhib!" Gunga Dass laughed again and made answer:—"They have the boat only in day time. About four o'clock, as far as I could judge, Gunga Dass rose and dived into his lair for a moment, emerging with a live crow in his hands. ", "Brahmin or no Brahmin, by my soul and my father's soul, in you go!" I have tried. Suddenly and futilely as I thought while I spoke, I asked:—"Gunga Dass, what is the good of the boat if I can't get out anyhow?" He kills one of them and displays its body, hoping to … . My work necessitated my being in camp for some months between Pakpattan and Mubarakpur—a desolate sandy stretch of country as every one who has had the misfortune to … I had taken Gunga Dass by the wrist and had hauled him on to the platform opposite the deserted burrow. I was on the verge of asking Gunga Dass, but checked myself, knowing that he would lie. The guardian boat drifted down-stream about seven o'clock, and we were utterly alone by the crow clump. The paper had been burnt and charred at the edges, and I was unable to read any more. You will have much time to make observations." The Strange Ride of Morrowbie JukesShort Ghost and Horror Collection 006 (-)Read by Rudyard KiplingCopyright: CC. It is unhealthy to lie down. I have those barrels. My freedom lay before me in the next few steps! I hope we shall have the pleasure of your company for much longer time. THERE is, as the conjurers say, no deception about this tale. He died in the burrow as you will die, and I will die, and all these men and woman and the one child will die.". In a deliberate lazy sort of a way he set himself to torture me mentally, as a school-boy would devote a rapturous half hour to watching the agonies of an impaled beetle, or as a ferret in a blind burrow might glue himself comfortably on to the neck of a rabbit. To-morrow you must do it for me. ", The stroke was a bold one, and I was more glad than I can say when I saw that it had succeeded. Death having once laid his hand upon these men and forborne to strike, seemed to stand aloof from them now; for most of our company were old men, bent and worn and twisted with years, and women aged to all appearance as the Fates themselves. But I was as certain then as I am now of my own existence, that in the accursed settlement there was no law save that of the strongest; that the living dead men had thrown behind them every canon of the world which had cast them out; and that I, Morrowbie Jukes, had to depend for my own life on my strength and vigilance alone. My first step from the tufts of dried grass showed me how utterly futile was any hope of escape; for as I put my foot down I felt an indescribable drawing, sucking motion of the quivering, heaving sand below. You may need to download version 2.0 now from the Chrome Web Store. My only means of escape from the infernal semicircle was protected with a quicksand! Now the light-heartedness which accompanies fever acts differently on different men. In a dazed, half conscious sort of a way I turned to peruse the note-book. I had been thorough!y convinced of this some time before. My work necessitated my being in camp for some months between Pakpattan and Mubarakpur—a desolate sandy stretch of country as every one who has had the misfortune to go there may know. "The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes" Notes on the text These notes, by John McGivering, are partly new, and partly based on the ORG. Discussion of themes and motifs in Rudyard Kipling's The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes. I beg and I pray you to read it aloud.". As soon as he saw that he had attracted my attention, he held up his hand and showed a rope. Consequently there must be a gun somewhere. Your IP: 142.93.19.244 A collection of fifteen stories featuring ghoulies, ghosties, long-leggedy beasties and things that go bump in the night. I fancied that I was delirious until a handful of sand fell at my feet. "At present," I argued to myself, "I am strong and a match for six of these wretches. Four gun-barrels out from the place where I caught crows. "Will you not let me look at it also? Following the impulse of the outer world when dealing with natives I put my hand into pocket and drew out four ​annas. Two patent-lever keys; wards of both broken. Read "The Strange Ride Of Morrowbie Jukes" by Rudyard Kipling available from Rakuten Kobo. ", "Your servants would be torn in pieces before they came near this place; and besides, you are dead, my dear friend. It is seldom that a Hindu makes English puns. "I could never find it," he continued. While we were engaged in this, the exploded shell of an old brown cartridge dropped out of one of the pockets and rolled at my feet. Title: The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes You are not logged in. The secret of the poor wretch's death was plain to me in a flash. .] The horse bolts and they eventually fall into a sandy ravine on the edge of a river. Out is always straight before you across the quicksand. At each step the shifting sand poured down from above in tons, and rattled on the drip-boards of the holes like small shot. This appeal was a weak step on my part. The rest of the articles I conveyed to my burrow for safety's sake, and there, being a methodical man, I inventoried them. One does not protest at the vagaries of a den of wild beasts; and my companions were lower than any beasts. Read "The Strange Ride Of Morrowbie Jukes" by Rudyard Kipling available from Rakuten Kobo. It was the length of his gun-barrels without the stock. In one moment, for the brute bolted as straight as a die, the tent was left far behind, and we were flying over the smooth sandy soil at full racing speed. Bowl of a briar wood pipe, serrated at the edge; much worn and blackened; bound with string at the screw. It is a pleasant spot enough when you have been here some years and eaten roast crow long enough. What so "The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes" and "Wee Willy Winkie" show us about British imperialism, and what is Kipling trying to say about it? ", At irregular intervals supplies of food, it seems, were dropped down from the land side into the amphitheatre, and the inhabitants fought for them like wild beasts. Another moment and my leg was swallowed up nearly to the knee. He held a freshly plucked crow in his hand, and in reply to my question climbed slowly on a platform of sand which ran in front of the holes, and commenced lighting a fire there in silence. Now and then an access of that sudden fury which had possessed me in the morning would lay hold on a man or woman; and with yells and imprecations the sufferer would attack the steep slope until, baffled and bleeding, he fell back on the platform incapable of moving a limb. "Nearly a year and a half. ", 5. .mw-parser-output .dropinitial{float:left}.mw-parser-output .dropinitial .dropinitial-fl{position:relative;vertical-align:top}.mw-parser-output .dropinitial .dropinitial-initial{line-height:1.00em;text-indent:0}IN the beginning it all arose from a slight attack of fever. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes: Kipling, Rudyard: Amazon.nl Selecteer uw cookievoorkeuren We gebruiken cookies en vergelijkbare tools om uw winkelervaring te verbeteren, onze services aan te bieden, te begrijpen hoe klanten onze services gebruiken zodat we verbeteringen kunnen aanbrengen, en om advertenties weer te geven. Do you not know me? I crawled out among the sedges of the river-front, only to be driven back each time in an agony of nervous dread by the rifle bullets which cut up the sand round me—for I dared not face the death of a mad dog among that terrible crowd,—and finally fell spent and raving at the kerb of the well. How they had killed him I cannot guess. I N the beginning it all arose from a slight attack of fever. Those who have once heard it will never forget the sound. After half an hour or so, however, I was able once more to calmly review my chances of escape. Sahib, it is Gunga Dass, the telegraph master." No Reviews found! Skip to main content.sg. In the tumult, and just when I was feeling very much ashamed of myself for having thus easily given way to my temper, a thin ​high voice murmured in English from behind my shoulder:—"Sahib! It is for the reason that there is a way. It was too late to turn round. Someone in the crater, presumably ​Gunga Dass, must have shot him with his own gun—the gun that fitted the brown cartridges. This, of course, was merely the semi-delirious notion of a fever patient; but I remember that it struck me at the time as being eminently practical and feasible. So the shikár—if I can give it so dignified a name—continued until Gunga Dass had captured seven crows. Morality is blunted by consorting with the Dead who are alive. ", "But surely," I broke in at this point, "the river front is open, and it is worth while dodging the bullets, while at night.mw-parser-output .__bar{text-decoration:line-through}.mw-parser-output .__bar_inner{color:transparent!important}——." Half a dozen crows flow over at once to see what was going on, and also, as it proved, to attack the pinioned bird. how well I remember when that man worked it out night after night. You are stronger than I am. A Briton's first impulse, I believe, is to guard the contents of his breeches pockets; but a moment's reflection convinced me of the futility of differing with the one man who had it in his power to make me comfortable; and with whose help it was possible that I might eventually escape from the crater. As the light grew stronger I saw that I was at the bottom of a horse-shoe shaped crater of sand, opening on one side directly on to the shoals of the Sutlej. I hurled myself against the pitiless sand slope. Pornic, who was standing a few yards away, was naturally a good deal exhausted, but had not hurt himself in the least. A moment's glance showed a shikári like myself that the gaping hole had been caused by a gun-shot wound; the gun must have been fired from behind with the muzzle almost touching the back. 1 2016-05-23T12:24:52-04:00 The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes, C.E. We are now Republic, Mister Jukes, and you are entitled to a fair share of the beast. Dunnoo, with his face ashy grey in the moonlight, implored me not to stay, but get back to my tent at once. The sensation of nameless terror and abject fear which I had in vain attempted to strive against overmastered me completely. —Native Proverb. The dry sand had turned the corpse entrusted to its keeping into a yellow-brown mummy. Having remounted Pornic, who as was anxious as I to get back to camp, I rode round the base of the horse-shoe to find some place whence an exit would be practicable. Gunga Dass changed his tone immediately, and disavowed all intention of asking for my boots. In a moment I had let go Pornic's head, and, irritated beyond expression at the morning's adventure, commenced cuffing those nearest to me with all the force I could. On the 23rd December 1884, I felt a little feverish. There was a full moon at the time, and, in consequence, every "pi" dog near my tent was baying it. "What on earth are you raving about? Tortoise-shell handled penknife, silver or nickel plate, marked with monogram "B.K. What it meant I could not understand. But the occupants of the boat took no notice. Next, I remember, the ground rose suddenly in front of us, and as we topped the ascent I saw the waters of the Sutlej shining like a silver bar below. On the second finger of the left hand was a ring—a shield-shaped bloodstone set in gold, with a monogram that might have been either "B.K." https://en.wikisource.org/w/index.php?title=Quartette/The_Strange_Ride_of_Morrowbie_Jukes,_C.E.&oldid=10670679, Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License. ", I staggered numbed and helpless towards the fetid burrow allotted to me and fell asleep. I'll see you d—d first. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes Rudyard Kipling Alive or dead—there is no other way. The horrors of that night I shall never forget. Baying dogs disturb his sleep. In 1907 he was awarded the Nobel Here everything seemed easy enough. you fool! Read 8 reviews from the world's largest community for readers. This is what it contained:—"Four out from crow clump: three left; nine out; two right; three back; two left; fourteen out; two left; seven out; one left; nine back; two right; six back; four right; seven back." Once or twice I believe I swayed forward on Pornic's neck, and literally hung on by my spurs—as the marks next morning showed. Then three left—Ah! Imagine then, as I have said before, a horse-shoe shaped crater of sand with steeply graded sand walls about thirty-five feet high. "But I am Brahmin, Sahib—a high-caste Brahmin. For pity's sake tell me all you know about him. "That which you have in your hands. I ran round the base of the crater, blaspheming and praying in turns. I lay down again and prayed that I might die without more ado. I'm afraid that I lost my temper very much indeed. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes Rudyard Kipling F. M. Buckles, 1899 - 80 pages 0 Reviews Preview this book » What people are saying - Write a review We haven't found any reviews in the usual places. Morrowbie Jukes’s strange ride occurs when he is weakened by a fever. Dried bents, sand-poppies, and driftwood burn quickly; and I derived much consolation from the fact that he lit them with an ordinary "Tandstickor" match. Once I was Brahmim and proud man; and now I eat crows. When I was in the open, I saw Pornic, poor faithful Pornic, lying dead on the sandy soil. Please enable Cookies and reload the page. His voice rose almost to a scream, and he literally danced with excitement before me. Two or three men trod on my panting body as they drew water, but they were evidently used to this sort of thing, and had no time to waste upon me. For a further consideration—my boots—he would be willing to allow me to occupy the den next ​to his own, and would supply me with as much dried grass for bedding as he could spare. I was feeling sick and faint with horror now. Versions of The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes include: "The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes, C.E." "Have you got it?" The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes, Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) Muerto o vivo, no hay otro camino. Pornic, by the way, had not been out of his pickets for a couple of days; the night air was crisp and chilly; and I was armed with a specially ​long and sharp pair of "persuaders" with which I had been rousing a sluggish cob that afternoon. Moreover, when the boat returns you will most certainly be rifled at." "Give me the money," said he; "all you have, or I will get help, and we will kill you." In other words that cartridge-case had been fired inside the crater. Eventually I managed to make him talk soberly, and he told me how this Englishman had spent six months, night after night, in exploring inch by inch the passage that existed across the quicksand, how when found he had declared it to be simplicity itself, up to within about twenty yards of the river bank, after turning the flank of the left horn of the horse-shoe. Then they sent me by rail from Howrah to Okara Station, with a man to take care of me; and at Okura Station we met two other men, and they conducted we three on camels, in the night, from Okara Station to this place, and they propelled me from the top to the bottom, and the other two succeeded, and I have been here ever since two and a half years. I stooped down hastily to recover it, and as I did so, I was aware that the diabolical Brahmin was aiming a violent blow at the back of my head with the gun-barrels. He, however, devined my unspoken thought almost as soon as it was formed; and, to my intense astonishment, gave vent to a long low chuckle of derision—the laughter, be it understood, of a superior or at least of an equal. 1. I received the information perfectly calmly. Can you not see what it will do for us? Completing the CAPTCHA proves you are a human and gives you temporary access to the web property. The note-book first attracted my attention, and I put it in my pocket with a view to studying it later on. A few days previously I had shot one loud-mouthed singer and suspended his carcass in terrorem about fifty yards from my tent door. I have a faint recollection of standing upright in my stirrups and of brandishing my hogspear at the great white Moon that looked down so calmly on my mad gallop; and of shouting challenges to the camel-thorn bushes as they whizzed past. Do you mean to say that this slip of paper will help us? Therefore I shot him, but, nevertheless, I was unable to obtain it.". What is it you want me to give you? Excerpt from The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes On the 23d December, 1884, I felt a little feverish. I have already told you that the dry sand had as it were mummified the body. My sole motive in publishing this is the olive-green shikár suit. https://www.amazon.com › Strange-Ride-Morrowbie-Jukes › dp › 1437339999 ", "Very well," was the unmoved reply. Round the bottom of the crater, about three feet from the level of the ground proper, ran a series of eighty-three semi-circular ovoid, square, and multilateral holes, about three feet at the mouth. (Rudyard Kipling) 26 Rudyard Kipling story first that appears in Quartette (1885). The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes. My den was nearly as narrow as a coffin, and the sides had been worn ​smooth and greasy by the contact of innumerable naked bodies—added to which it smelt abominably. We shall escape!". in Quartette (1885) When did he come, and when did he die?" I stood up and looked round me. JUKES, C.E. More about The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes by Rudyard Kipling Madness and Fear in Assignation, Cask of Admontillado, Fall of the House of Usher, and Masque of th 1602 Words | 7 Pages For the Love of God, Poe! There was a full moon at the time, and, in couse quenco, every dog near my tent was haying it. He stretched out his long, bird-like talons, trembling with eagerness. The Strange Ride Of Morrowbie Jukes book. I gave him all the money in my possession, Rs. I sat down on the dried bents dreamily, turning it over and over between my fingers, until I was aware of Gunga Dass standing immediately behind me with glowing eyes and outstretched hands. I give the full list in the hope that it may subsequently lend to the identification of the unfortunate man:—. It seemed that some one was calling to me in a whisper, "Sáhib! It was a couple of leather punkah-ropes knotted together with a loop at one end. to go near that devilish spot again, or to reveal its whereabouts The ragged crew actually laughed at me—such laughter I hope I may never hear again. The filth and repulsiveness of the assembly were beyond all description, and I shuddered to think what their life in the badger-holes must be. "I believe you robbed him of everything he had. In a moment, and before I could see how it happened, a wild crow, who had grappled with the shrieking and helpless bird, was entangled in the latter's claws, swiftly disengaged by Gunga Dass, and pegged down beside its companion in adversity. Sleep was altogether out of question to one in my excited frame of mind. It was my intention to push it out and let it be swallowed up—the only possible mode of burial that I could think of. When they were in a bright glow, and the crow was nearly spitted in front thereof, Gunga Dass began without a word of preamble:—, "There are only two kinds of men, Sir. The wretches dropped under my blows like nine-pins, and the laughter gave place to wails for mercy; while those yet untouched clasped me round the knees, imploring me in all sorts of uncouth tongues to spare them. At the end of a few minutes I heard a rustle and a creak; then Gunga Dass's voice in a sobbing, choking whisper speaking to himself in Hindustani; then a soft "thud"—and I uncovered my eyes. "Good God! All the other wretched inhabitants had retired to their lairs long ago. Any exit by the steep sand walls was of course impracticable. I attempted no protest of any kind, but sat down and stared at the hideous sight in front of me. I could have cheerfully strangled the old pagan for this; but judged it best under the circumstances to smother my resentment, An hour later I was eating one of the crows; and, as Gunga Dass had said, thanking my belaitee God that I had a crow to eat. There is, as the conjurers say, no deception about this tale. Then nine out, and so on. THE STRANGE RIDE OF MORROWBIE JUKES Alive or dead—there is no other way. Shortly after this I went to bed. ", "The piece of paper in the note-book. I pushed the corpse out hastily, and saw it sink out of sight literally in a few seconds. Envelope, post-mark undecipherable, bearing a Victorian ​stamp, addressed to "Miss Mon—" (rest illegible) "ham"—"nt. The burden of his conversation was that there was no escape "of no kind whatever," and that I should stay here till I died and was 'thrown on to the sand." Then, being only a man after all, I felt hungry and intimated as much to Gunga Dass whom I had begun to regard as my natural protector. I was powerless to protest or answer; all my energies being devoted to a struggle against the inexplicable terror that threatened to ​overwhelm me again and again. "That," said he, with another of his wheezy chuckles, "you may see for yourself subsequently. The place was so full of terror for me that I was prepared to undergo any risk in running it. They took me from my sheets when they saw that I was too lively; and gave me medicines for one week, and I survived successfully. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes | The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes is a short story by Rudyard Kipling. In the moonlight the whole surface of the sand seemed to be shaken with devilish delight at my disappointment. From my den, which faced the river front, I was able to watch the waters of the Sutlej flowing past in the light of a young moon, and compose myself to sleep as best I might. This much he had evidently not completed when Gunga Dass shot him with his own gun which the Brahmin stole. Imagine my delight, then, when after creeping stealthily to the river front I found that the infernal boat was not there. He was as anxious to escape as you were, and he was shot from the boat, though we all did all things to prevent him from attempting. They sat together in knots and talked—God only knows what they found to discuss—in low equable tones, curiously in contrast to the strident babble with which natives are accustomed to make night hideous. While I ate what Gunga Dass had provided—a coarse chapatti and a cupful of the foul well-water, they showed not the faintest sign of curiosity—that curiosity which is so rampant as a rule in an Indian village. An hour or so later I was awakened by a piercing scream—the shrill, high-pitched scream of a horse in pain. digest? But hear me swear, Protector of the Poor! The left canine of the upper jaw was missing, and a portion of the lobe of the right ear was gone. He wrote tales and poems of British soldiers in India and stories for children. He had never attempted to escape in the face of the rifle fire from the boat. Think I have said before, a favourite polo one, was of,. Sand fell at my disappointment exit by the wrist and had been thorough! y convinced of this some before. Explained that horse was better than crow, and his surroundings were such. 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