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                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1458, in _proc_pax
                  next = self.fromtarfile(tarfile)
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1292, in fromtarfile
                  obj = cls.frombuf(buf, tarfile.encoding, tarfile.errors)
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1228, in frombuf
                  raise EmptyHeaderError("empty header")
              tarfile.EmptyHeaderError: empty header
              
              During handling of the above exception, another exception occurred:
              
              Traceback (most recent call last):
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 2588, in next
                  tarinfo = self.tarinfo.fromtarfile(self)
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1294, in fromtarfile
                  return obj._proc_member(tarfile)
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1316, in _proc_member
                  return self._proc_pax(tarfile)
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 1460, in _proc_pax
                  raise SubsequentHeaderError("missing or bad subsequent header")
              tarfile.SubsequentHeaderError: missing or bad subsequent header
              
              During handling of the above exception, another exception occurred:
              
              Traceback (most recent call last):
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1748, in _prepare_split_single
                  for key, record in generator:
                File "/src/services/worker/src/worker/job_runners/config/parquet_and_info.py", line 797, in wrapped
                  for item in generator(*args, **kwargs):
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/packaged_modules/webdataset/webdataset.py", line 124, in _generate_examples
                  for example_idx, example in enumerate(self._get_pipeline_from_tar(tar_path, tar_iterator)):
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/packaged_modules/webdataset/webdataset.py", line 30, in _get_pipeline_from_tar
                  for filename, f in tar_iterator:
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/utils/file_utils.py", line 1577, in __iter__
                  for x in self.generator(*self.args, **self.kwargs):
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/utils/file_utils.py", line 1637, in _iter_from_urlpath
                  yield from cls._iter_tar(f)
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/utils/file_utils.py", line 1589, in _iter_tar
                  for tarinfo in stream:
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 2730, in __iter__
                  tarinfo = self.next()
                File "/usr/local/lib/python3.9/tarfile.py", line 2608, in next
                  raise ReadError(str(e))
              tarfile.ReadError: missing or bad subsequent header
              
              The above exception was the direct cause of the following exception:
              
              Traceback (most recent call last):
                File "/src/services/worker/src/worker/job_runners/config/parquet_and_info.py", line 1524, in compute_config_parquet_and_info_response
                  parquet_operations, partial, estimated_dataset_info = stream_convert_to_parquet(
                File "/src/services/worker/src/worker/job_runners/config/parquet_and_info.py", line 1099, in stream_convert_to_parquet
                  builder._prepare_split(
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1627, in _prepare_split
                  for job_id, done, content in self._prepare_split_single(
                File "/src/services/worker/.venv/lib/python3.9/site-packages/datasets/builder.py", line 1784, in _prepare_split_single
                  raise DatasetGenerationError("An error occurred while generating the dataset") from e
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large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 1. Arastasius of the Wangoa The old cats tumbled down the ventilator, sir.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_001	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	And he swam away under the furnace door at the stoke-hole, said the second officer to the captain of the Wangoa. Now, what in thunder was Aristysius doing at the mouth of the ventilator? Its four feet from the ground, and painted red at that. Any of the children been amusing themselves with him, do you think? I wouldn't have Aristysius disturbed in his inside for all the gold in the treasury, said the captain.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_002	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	tell someone to bring him up and handle him delicately, for he's not a quiet beast. In three minutes a bucket appeared on deck. It was covered with a wooden lid. Think he may make die this time," said the Chinese sailor who carried the coffin with a grin. Catchy him top-cycle's, no open eye, no spit, no scratchy me. Have got bucket, Ali's aim, and make tight, see?
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_003	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	He dived his bare arm under the lid, but withdrew it with a yell, dropping the bucket at the same time. Dyer can't do! Maskey-dwop down, Maskey-spillom-call! Have catchy may light there! Blood was trickling from his elbow. He moved aft while the bucket, mysteriously worked by hidden force, trundled to and fro across the decks, swearing aloud.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_004	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Emerged finally Aristacias, Tomcat and grandfather-in-chief of the Wangoa, a gaunt brindled beast lacking one ear with every hair on his body armed and erect. He was patched with cold dust, very stiff and sore all over, and very anxious to take the world into his confidence as to his wrongs. For this reason he did not run when he was clear of the bucket,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_005	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	But sitting on his hunkers regarded the captain, as who would say, you hold a master certificate and call yourself a seaman, and yet you allow this sort of thing on your boat. "'Guess I must apologize,' old man,' said the captain gravely, "'those ventilators are a little too broad in the beam for a passenger of your build. What made you walk down it? Not a rat, huh? You're too well fed to trouble of rats. Drink was it.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_006	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Aristasius turned his back on the captain, he was a tailless Japanese cat, and the abruptness of his termination gave him a specially brusque appearance. I shouldn't wonder if the old man hasn't been stealing something and was getting away from the galley. He's the biggest reprobate that ever shipped, and that's saying something. No, he isn't my property exactly. I've got a notion that he owns the ship.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_007	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	gathered that from the way he goes round after six bells to see the lights out. The chief engineer says he built the engines. Anyway, the old man sits in the engine room and sort of keeps an eye on the boilers. He was on the ship before I joined her, that seven years ago when we were running up and down and around and about the China seas. Arastasius, his back to the company, was busy doing cleaning his disarranged fur.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_008	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	he licked and swore alternately. The ventilator incident had hurt his feelings sorely. He knows we are talking about him, continued the captain. He's a responsible kind of critter. That's natural when you come to think that he has saved a quarter of a million of dollars. At present, his wants are few. Guess he would like a netting over those ventilators' first thing, but some day he'll begin to live up to his capital.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_009	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Saved a quarter of a million dollars? What securities did he invest him in?" said a man from Fuciao. Here, in this bottom, he saved the Wangoa with a full cargo of tea, silk, and opium, and thirteen thousand dollars in bar silver. Yes, that's about the extent of the old man's savings. I commanded, the old man was the rescuer, and I was more grateful to him
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_010	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	because it was my darned folly that nearly brought us into the trouble. I was new to these waters, new to the Chinaman and his fascinating little ways, being a New England man by raising. Aristysius was raised by the devil. That's who his sire was. Never ran across his dam. Ran across a forsaken sea, though, in the Wangoa, a little to the northeast of this, with eight hundred steerage passengers, all Chinaman
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_011	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	for various and undenominated ports, had the pleasure of sending eighteen of them into the water. Yes, that's so, isn't it, old man? Aristacius finished licking himself and mute affirmatively. Yes, we carried four white officers, a westerner, Tubermont men, and myself. There were ten Americans, a couple of Danes and a half-cast knocking round the ship,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_012	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	and the crew were Chinese, but most of them good Chinese. Only good Chinese I ever met. We had our steerage passengers between decks. Most of them lay round and played dominoes or smoked opium. We had bad weather at the start, and the steerage were powerful sick. I judged they would have no insides to them when the weather lifted, so I didn't put any guards on them. Wanted all my men to work the ship.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_013	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	engines rotten as Congress, and under sail half the time. Next time I carry Chinese steerage trash, I'll hire a gatling and mounted on the tweedex hatch. We were fooling about between islands, about 150,000 islands all wrapped up in fog. When the fog laid the wind, the engines broke down. One of the passengers, we carried no ladies that journey, came to me one evening,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_014	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I calculate there's a conspiracy between decks," he said. Those pigtails are talking together. No good ever came a pigtail's talking. I'm from Frisco. I authoritative on these matters. Not on this ship, I said. I've no use for duplicate authority. You'll be homesick after nine this time tomorrow, he said, and quit. I guess he told the other passengers his notions. Aristacius shared my cabin in general.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_015	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I didn't care to dispute with a cat that went healed the way he did. That particular night, when I came down, he was not inclined for repose. When I shut the door, he scrabbled till I let him out. When he was out, he scrabbled to come back. When he was back, he jumped all round the shanty, yowling. I stroked him, and the sparks irritated his back, as if it was the smokestack of a river steamer.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_016	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I'll get you a wife old man," I said, next voyage. It is no good for you to be alone with me." "'Whooper you beow, yeow!" said Arastius. Let me get out of this." I looked him square between the eyes to fix the place where I'd come down with a boot-heel. He was getting monotonous, and as I looked I saw the animal was just possessed with deadly fear—human fear, crawling
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_017	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	shaking fear. It crept out of the green of his eyes and crept over me in billowing waves, each wave colder than the last. Unburden your mind, Aristacius, I said, what's going to happen? With me, if ye are, I will!" said Aristacius, backing to the door and scratching. I quit my cabin, sweating big drops, and somehow
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_018	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	my hand shut on my six-shooter. The grip of the handle sues the man when he is afraid. I heard the whole ship-twin-dex rustling under me like all the woods of Maine when the winds up. The lamp over the twin-dex was out. The steerage watchman was lying on the ground, and the whole hive of celestials were on the tramp—soft-footed hounds. A lantern came down the alleyway
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_019	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Behind it was the passenger that had spoken to me, and all the rest of the crowd, except the half-cast. "'Are you homesick, any now?' said my passenger. The twin decks woke up with a yell at the light, and someone fired up the hatchway. Then we began our share of the fun, the ten passengers and I, eleven six-shooters. That cleared the first rush of the pigtails, but we continued firing on principle.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_020	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	looking our way down the steps. No one came down from the spardec to assist, though I heard considerable of a trampling. The pigtails below were growling like cats. I heard the lookout man shout, "'Junk on the port bow!' and the bell ring in the engine room for full speed ahead. Then we struck something, and there was a yell inside and outside the ship that would have lifted your hair out.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_021	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	When the outside yell stopped, our pigtails were on their faces. Run down a junk, said my passenger, their junk. He loosed three shots into the steerage on the strength of it. I went up on deck when things were quiet below. Someone had run our Dahlgren signal gun forward and pointed it to the break of the focus still. There was the balance of a ward junk, three spars and a header to on the water,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_022	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	and the first mate keeping his watch in regular style. "'What is your share?' he said. We smashed up a junk that tried to foul us, seems to have affected the feelings of your friends below. Guess they wanted to make connection. It is made,' said I, on the glassy sea. Where's the watch? In a falcousal, the half-cast is sitting on the signal gun, smoking his cigar.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_023	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The watch are speculating whether he'll stick the business end of it in the touch-hole or continue smoking. I gather that gun is not empty. Send him down below to wash the decks. Tell the quartermaster to go through their boxes while they are away. They may have implements. The watch went below to clean things up. There were eighteen stiffens and fourteen with holes through their systems. Some died, some survived.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_024	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I did not keep particular count. The balance I roped off, and it employed most of our spare rigging. When we touched port there was a picnic among the hangman. Seems that Aristasius had been yowling down the cabins all night before he came to me, and kept the passengers alive. The man that spoke to me said the old man's eyes were awful to look at. He was dying
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_025	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	When the passengers came forward with the light, the half-cast quit for top-side and got the quarter-master to load the signal gun with hand spikes and bring it forward in case the Focasal wished to assist in the row. That was the best half-cast I ever met, but the Focasal didn't assist. They were sick. So were the men below. Horror sick. That was the way the old man saved the Wangoa.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_01_kipling_64kb_026	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	of Story 1.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 2 of A Baffed the Funnel by Rudyard Kipling, this libervox recording is in the public domain. Story 2, her little responsibility. And no man may answer for the soul of his brother. It was two in the morning and Epson's dive was almost empty when a thing staggered down the steps that led to that horrible place and fond on me.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_001	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	disgustingly, for the price of a drink. "'I'm dying a thirst,' he said, but his tone was not that of a street-loafer. There is a Freemasonry, the Freemasonry of the public schools, stronger than any that the craft knows. The thing drank whiskey raw, which in itself is not calculated to Slake thirst, and I waited at its side because I knew, by virtue of the one sentence above recorded,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_002	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	that it once belonged to my cast. Indeed, so small is the world when one begins to travel round it, that, for ought I knew, I might have met the thing in that menagerie of carefully trained wild beasts decent society. And the thing drank more whisky-air the floodgates of its speech were loosed, and spoke of the wonderful story of its fall.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_003	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Never man, he said, had suffered more than he, or for slighter sin. Whereat I winked beryly into the bottom of my empty glass, having heard that tale before. I think the thing had been long divided from all social and moral restraint, even longer from the wholesome influence of soap and water. What I feel most down here, said it, and by down here I presume
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_004	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	He meant the inferno of his own wretchedness, is the difficulty about getting a bath. A man can always catch a free lunch at any of the bars in the city if he has money enough to buy a drink with, and you can sleep out for six or eight months of the year without harm, but San Francisco doesn't run to free baths. It's not an amusing life any way you look at it.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_005	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I'm more or less used to things, but it hurts me even now to meet a decent man who knows something of life in the old country. I was raised at Harrow. Harrow, if you please. And I'm not five and twenty yet. And I haven't got a penny, and I haven't got a friend, and there is nothing in creation that I can command except a drink. And I have to beg for that. Have you ever begged for a drink?
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_006	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	It hurts at first, but you get used to it. My father's a person. I don't think he knows I beg, drink. He lives near Salisbury. Do you know Salisbury at all?" And then there's my mother, too. But I have not heard from either of them for a couple of years. They think I'm in a real estate office and Washington Territory, coining money hand over fist. If ever you run across them, I suppose you will some day.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_007	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	There's the address. Tell them that you've seen me and that I am well and fit. Understand? Well and fit. I guess I'll be dead by the time you see him. That's hard. Men oughtn't to die at five and twenty, of drink. Say, were you ever mashed on a girl? Not one of these, you see. Girls out here. But an English one. The sort of girl one meets at the Vicarage Tennis Party, don't you know?"
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_008	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	a girl of our own set. I don't mean mashed exactly, but dead, clean gone, head over ears, and worse than that I was once, and I fancy I took the thing pretty much as I take liquor now. I didn't know when to stop. It didn't seem to me that there was any reason for stopping and affairs of that kind. I'm quite sure there's no reason for stopping
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_009	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	go the whole hog and die. It's all right, though. I'm not going to get drunk here. Five in the morning will suit me just as well. And I haven't the chance of talking to one of you fellows often. So you cut about and find clothes, do you, and take your drinks at the best bars, and put up at the palace? All Englishmen do. Well, here's luck. Well, here's luck. You may be what I am one of these days.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_010	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	You'll find companions quite as well raised as yourself. But about this girl, don't do what I did. I fell in love with her. She lived near us in Salisbury. That was when I had a clean shirt every day and hired horses to ride. One of the guineas I spent on that amusement would keep me for a week here. But about this girl.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_011	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I don't think some men ought to be allowed to fall in love any more than they ought to be allowed to taste whiskey. She said she cared for me—used to say that about a thousand times a day, with a kiss in between. I think about those things now, and they make me nearly as drunk as the whiskey does. Do you know anything about that love-making business? I stole a copy of Cleopatra off a bookstore in Carney's
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_012	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	And that priest chap says a very true thing about it. You can't stop when it's once started, and when it's all over, you can't give it up at the word of command. I forget the precise language. That girl cared for me. I'd give something if she could see me now. She doesn't like men without callers and odd boots and somebody else's hat. But anyhow, she made me what I am, and some day she'll know it.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_013	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I came out here two years ago to a real estate office. My father bought me some sort of a place in the firm. We were all Englishmen, but we were about a match for an average Yankee. But I forgot to tell you I was engaged to the girl before I came out. Never you make a woman swear oaths of eternal constancy. She'll break every one of them as soon as her mind changes and call you unjust for making her swear them.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_014	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I worked enough for five men in my first year. I got a little house and lot in Tacoma fit for any woman. I never drank. I hardly ever smoked. I sold real estate all day and wrote letters at night. She wrote letters, too, about as full of affection as they make them. You can tell nothing from a woman's letter, though. If they want to hide anything, they just double the deers and darlings
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_015	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	and then Giggle when the man fancy's himself deceived. I don't suppose I was worse off than hundreds of others, but it seems to me that she might have had the grace to let me down easily. She went and got married. I don't suppose she knew exactly what she was doing because I got the letters just the same, six weeks after she was married. It was an odd copy of an English paper that showed me what had
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_016	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	It came in on the same day as one of her letters, telling me she would be true to the gates of death. Sounds like a novel, doesn't it? But it did not amuse me in the least. I wasn't constructed to pitch the letters into the fire and pick up with a Yankee girl. I wrote her a letter. I rather wish I could remember what was in that letter. Then I went to a bar in Tacoma and had some whiskey, about a gallon, I suppose.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_017	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	If I had anything approaching to a word of honour about me, I would give it you that I did not know what happened until I was told that my partnership with the firm had been dissolved and that the house and lot did not belong to me anymore. I would have left the firm and sold the house anyhow, but the crash sobered me for about three days. Then I started another jamboree.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_018	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I might have got back after the first one and been a prominent citizen, but the second bust settled matters. Then I began to slide on the downgrade, straight off, and here I am now. I could write you a book about what I have come through, if I could remember it. The worst of it is I can see that she wasn't worth losing anything in life for, but I've lost just everything, and I'm like the priest jappingly a
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_019	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I can't get over what I remember. If she had let me down easy and given me warning, I should have been awfully cut up for a time, but I should have pulled through. She didn't do that, though. She lied to me all along, and married a curate, and I dare say she'll be a virtuous she-bicker later on. But the little affair broke me dead, and if I had more whiskey in me,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_02_kipling_64kb_020	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I should be blubbering like a calf all round this dive. That would have disgusted you, wouldn't it? Yes, said I."
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 3 of Abaft the Funnel by Rudyard Kipling, this Libervox recording is in the public domain. Story 3, a Menagerie Abord. It was pajama time on the Madura in the Bay of Bengal, and the incense of the very early morning cigar went up to the stainless skies.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_001	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Everyone knows Pajama time, the long hour that follows the removal of the beds from the saloon skylight and the consumption of Chota-Hazri. Most men know, too, that the choice of stories of many seas may be picked up then, from the long-winded histories of the colonial sheetmaster, to the crisp anecdotes of the Californian, from tales of battle, murder, and sudden death told by the Burma-returned subalterned
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_002	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	to the bland drivel of the globe-trotter. The captain, tastefully attired in pale pink, sat up on the signal-gun and tossed the husk of a banana over-board. It looked in through my cabin-window, said he, and scared me nearly into a fit. We had just been talking about a monkey who appeared to a man in an omnibus and haunted him till he cut his own throat.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_003	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The apparition, amid howls of incredulity, was said to have been the result of excessive tea-drinking. The captain's apparition promised to be better. It was a menagerie, a whole turnout, lock, stock, and barrel from the big bear to the little hippopotamus, and you can guess the size of it from the fact that they paid us a thousand pounds in freight only.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_004	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	We got them all accommodated somewhere forward among the deck passengers, and they whooped up terribly all along the ship for two or three days. Among other things, such as panthers and leopards, there were sixteen giraffes, and we moored him four and aft as securely as might be, but you can't get a purchase on a giraffe somehow. He slopes back too much from the bowels to the sterns.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_005	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	We were running up the Red Sea, I think, and the Menagerie fairly quiet. One night I went to my cabin, not feeling well. About midnight I was wait by something breathing on my face. I was quite calm and collected, for I had got it into my head that it was one of the panthers, or at least the bear, and I reached back to the rack behind me for a revolver. Then the head began to slide against my cabin,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_006	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	all across it, and I said to myself, It's the big python. But I looked into his eyes, they were beautiful eyes, and saw it was one of the giraffes. Tell you, though, a giraffe has the eyes of a sorrowful nun, and this creature was just brimming over with liquid's tenderness. The seven-foot neck rather spoiled the effect, but I'll always recollect those eyes. Say, did you kiss the critter?
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_007	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	demanded the orchid hunter en route to Siam. No, I remembered that it was darn valuable, and I didn't want to lose freight on it. I was afraid it would break its neck, drawing its head out of my window. I had a big deck cabin, of course, so I shoved it out softly like a hen, and the head slid out, with those merry Magdalen eyes following me to the last.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_008	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Then I heard the quartermaster calling on heaven and earth for his lost giraffe, and then the row began all up and down the decks. The giraffe had since enough to duck its head to avoid the awnings. We were awned from bow to stern, but it clattered about like a sick cow, the quartermaster jumping after it, and it swinging its long neck like a flail.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_009	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	She's going overboard." The spotted fool had heaved one foot over the stern railings and was trying to get the other to follow. It was so happy at getting its head into the open I thought it would have crowed. I don't know whether giraffe's crow but had heaved up its neck for all the world like a crow and cock. "'Come back to your stable,' yelled the quartermaster, grabbing hold of the brute's tail. I was nearly helpless with laughing
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_010	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Though I knew if the concern went over, it would be no laughing matter for me. Well, by good luck she came round. The quartermaster was a strong man at a rope's end. First of all she slued her neck round, and I could see those tender, loving eyes, under the stars sort of saying, Cool, man, what are you doing to my tail? Then the foot came on board, and she bumped herself up under the awning.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_011	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	looking ready to cry with disappointment. The funniest thing was she didn't make any noise. A pig would arouse the ship in no time. Only every time she dropped her foot on the deck it was like firing a revolver. The hoofs clicked so. We headed her towards the boughs, back to her moorings, just like a policeman showing a short-sighted old woman over a crossing.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_012	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	but she never said anything. Only whacked her old head despairingly against the awning and the funnel-case. Her feet woke up the whole ship, and by the time we had her fairly moored for an aft, the population in their night-gear were giving us advice. Then we took up a yard or two in all the moorings and turned in.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_013	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	No other animal got loose that voyage, though the old lady looked at me most reproachfully every time I came that way, and you blasted my young and tender innocence was the expression of her eyes. It was all the quarter-masters' fault for hauling her tail. I wonder she didn't kick him open. Well, of course, that isn't much of a yarn, but I remember once in the city of Venice
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_03_kipling_64kb_014	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	We had a Malayan taper loose on the deck, and we had to lasso him. It was this way. Kozlothaier High said the steward, and I fled down the companion, and missed the tail of the taper. End of Story 3
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 4 of Abaft the Funnel by Rudyard Kipling, this liver-vox recording is in the public domain. Story 4. A Smoke of Manila The man from Manila held the floor. Much care had made him very lean and pale and hollow wide. Added to which he smoked the cigars of his own country and they were bad for the Constitution.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_001	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	He foisted his stinkadors' magnificosos and his cuspedores' imperialissimosos, upon all who would accept them, and wondered that the recipients of his bounty turned away and were sad. There is nothing said he like a manilla cigar, and the pink pajamas and blue pajamas and the spotted green pajamas, all fluttering gracefully in the morning breeze, bowed that there was not, and never would be.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_002	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Do the Spaniards smoke these vile brands to any extent, ask the young gentleman, travelling for pleasure, as he inspected a fresh box of oysters of the east? Smokum, said the man from Manila, they do nothing else day and night. Ah! said the young gentleman, travelling for pleasure, in the low voice of one who has received mortal injury. That accounts for the administration of the country being what it is.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_003	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	After a man has tried a couple of these things, he would be ready for any crime. The man from Manila took no heed of the insult. I knew a case once, he said, when a cigar saved a man from the sin of burglary and landed him in quad for five years. Was he trying to kill the man who gave him the cigar, said the young gentleman, traveling for pleasure? No, it was this way.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_004	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	My firm's go-downs stand close to a creek. That is to say, the creek washes one face of them, and there are a few things in those go-downs that might be useful to a man such as peace goods and cotton prints, perhaps five thousand dollars' worth. I happened to be walking through the place one day when, for a miracle, I was not smoking. That was two years ago. Great Caesar!
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_005	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Then he has been smoking ever since murmured the young gentleman, traveling for pleasure. Was not smoking, continued the man from Manila? I had no business in the go-downs. They were a shortcut to my house. When halfway through them I fancied I saw a small curl of smoke rising from behind one of the bales. We stack our bales on low saddles, much as ricks are stacked in England. My first notion was to yell.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_006	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I object to fire and go-downs on principle. It is expensive, whatever the insurance may do. Luckily I sniffed before I shouted, and I sniffed good tobacco smoke. And this was in Manila, you say? Interrupted the young gentleman, travelling for pleasure. Yes, in the only place in the world where you get good tobacco. I knew we had no bales of the weed and
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_007	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	that a man who got behind print bales to finish his cigar might be worth looking up. I walked between the bales till I reached the smoke. It was coming from the ground under one of the saddles. That's enough, I thought, and I went away to get a couple of the Gardius Seville policemen, in fact. I knew if there was anything to be extracted from my friend the bobbies would do it.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_008	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	A Spanish policeman carries in the daytime nothing more than a six-shooter and machete, a dirk. At night he adorns himself with a repeating rifle, which he fires on the slightest provocation. Well, when the policeman arrived, they poked my friend out of his hiding-place with their dirk's, hauled him out by the hare, and kicked him round the go-down once or twice, just to let him know that he had been discovered.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_009	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	They then began to question him, and under gentle pressure, I thought he would be pulped into a jelly, but a Spanish policeman always knows when to leave off. He made a clean breast of the whole business. He was part of a gang, and was to lie in the go-down all that night. At twelve o'clock, a boat manned by his confederates was to drop down the creek and halt under the go-down windows, while he was to hand out our bales.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_010	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	That was their little plan. He had lain there about three hours, and then he began to smoke. I don't think he noticed what he was doing. Smoking is just like breathing to a Spaniard. He could not understand how he had betrayed himself, and wanted to know whether he had left a leg sticking out under the saddles. Then the Gardier Seville lambasted him all over again for trifling with the majesty of the law,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_011	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	and removed him after full confession. I put one of my own men under a saddle with instructions to hand out print bales to anybody who might ask for them in the course of the night. Meantime, the police made their own arrangements, which were very comprehensive. At midnight, a lumbering old barge, big enough to hold about a hundred bales, came down the
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_012	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	exactly as if she had been one of my own barges. The eight ruffians in her whistled all the national heirs of Manila as a signal to the Confederate, then cooling his heels in the lock-up. But my man was ready. He opened the window and held quite a long confab with these second-hand pirates. They were all half-breeds in Roman Catholics, and the way they called upon all the blessed saints to assist them in their work
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_013	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	was edifying. My man began tilting out the bales quite as quickly as the confederate would have done. Only he stopped to giggle now and again, and they spat and swore at him like cats. That made him worse, and at last he dropped yelling with laughter over the half-door of the go-down goods window. Then one boat came upstream and another downstream and caught the barge stem and stern.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_014	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	or Gaudia Teville were in each boat. Consequently, eight repeating rifles were pointed at the barge, which was very nicely loaded with our bales. The pirates called on the saints more fluently than ever, threw up their hands, and threw themselves on their stomachs. That was the safest attitude, and it gave them the chance of cursing their luck—the barge,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_015	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	They cursed the saints most, for the guardians of ill thumped them when their remarks became too personal. We made them put all the bales back again. Then they were handed over to justice, and got five years apiece. If they had any dollars they would get out the next day. If they hadn't, they would serve their full time, and no ticket of leave allowed. That's the whole story.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_04_kipling_64kb_016	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	And the only case on record said the young gentleman traveling for pleasure, where a Manila cigar was of any use to anyone. The man from Manila lit a fresh cuspadour and went down to his bath. End of Story 4
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 5 of Abaft the Funnel by Rudyard Kipling. This liberal box recording is in the public domain. Story 5. The Red Lamp. A strong situation. Very strong, sir. Quite the strongest one in the play, in fact. What play, said a voice from the bottom of the long chair and to the bulwarks? The Red Lamp. Oh.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_001	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	conversation ceased, and there was an industrious sucking of charoots for the space of half an hour before the company adjourned to the card-room. It was decidedly a night for sleeping on deck, warm as the red sea and more moist than been gall. Unfortunately every square foot of the deck seemed to be occupied by earlier commerce, and in despair I removed myself
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_002	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	to the extreme focusle, where the anchor chains churn rust dyed water from the hostles, and the lascars walk about with slushpots. The throb of the engines reached this part of the world as a muffled breathing which might be easily mistaken for the snoring of the ship's cow. Occasionally one of the fouls in the coops wait and cheaped dismally as she thought of tomorrow's entrees in the saloon
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_003	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	But otherwise all was very, very still, for the hour was two in the morning, when the crew of a ship are not disposed to be lively. None came to bear me company save the boson's pet kittens, and they were impolite. From where I lay I could look over the whole length of awning, ghostly white in the dark, and by their constant fluttering, judged that the ship was pitching considerably.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_004	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The Focosil swung up and down like an uneasy hydraulic lift, and a few showers of spray found their passage through the hostiles from time to time. Have you ever felt that maddening sense of incompetence which follows on watching the work of another man's office? The civilian is at home among his dispatch-boxes and files of pending cases. How in the world does he do it, asked the military man,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_005	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The budding officer can arrange for the movements of two hundred men across country. In comprehensible says the civilian. And so it is with all alien employees from our own. So it is with me. I knew that I was lying among all the materials out of which Clark Russell bills his books of the sea, the rush through the night, the gouts of foam, the singing of the wind and the rigging overhead.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_006	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	and the black mystery of the water. But for the life of me I could make nothing of them all. A top-cell royal flying free, a bit of canvas, was to me, and it was nothing more. Oh, that a man should have but one poor little life, and one incomplete set of experiences to crowd into it. I sighed as the bells of the ship lulled me to sleep, and the lookout man
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_007	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I slept far into the night, for the clouds gathered over the sky, the stars died out, and all grew as black as pitch. But we never slackened speed. We beat the foam to left and right, with clanking of chains, rattling of bow ports, and savage noises of ripping and rending from the cut water plowing up to the luminous sea-beasts. I was roused by the words of the man in the smoking-room
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_008	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	A strong situation, sir, very strong, quite the strongest in the play, in fact. The red lamp, you know?" I thought over the sentence lazily for a time, and then, surely there was a red lamp in the air somewhere, an intolerable glare that singed the shut eyelids. I opened my eyes and looked forward.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_009	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The last scar was asleep, his face bowed on his knees, though he ought to have been roused by the hum of a rapidly approaching city, by the noises of men and women talking and laughing and drinking. I could hear it not half a mile away. It was strange that his ears should be closed. The night was so black that one could hardly breathe, and yet where did the glare from the red lamp come from?
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_010	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Not from our ship she was silent and asleep. The officers on the bridge were asleep. There was no one of four hundred souls awake but myself. And the glare of the red lamp went up to the zenith. Small wonder, a quarter of a mile in front of us rolled a big steamer under full steam, and she was heading down on us without a word of warning. Would the
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_011	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Would their crew be as fast asleep as ours? It was impossible, for the other ship hummed with populous noises, and there was the defiant tinkle of a piano rising above all. She should have altered her course, or blown a fog horn. I held my breath while an eternity went by,
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_012	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I knew that it was my duty to call, but I knew also that no one could hear me. Moreover, I was intensely interested in the approaching catastrophe. Interested, you will understand, as one whom it did in no wise concern. By the light of the luminous sea thrown forward in sheets under the forefoot of the advancing steamer, I could discern the minutest details of her structure from cat head to bridge.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_013	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	A baffed the bridge she was crowded with merry-makers, seemed to be in fact a P&O vessel given up to a ball. I wondered as I leaned over the bulwarks what they would say when the crash came, whether they would shriek very loudly, whether the men and women would try to rush to our decks, or whether we would rush on to theirs. It would not matter in the least.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_014	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	For at the speed we were driving, both vessels would go down together, locked through the deeps of the sea. It occurred to me then that the sea would be cold, and that instead of choking decently I might be one in a mad rush for the boats, might be crippled by a falling spar or wrenched plate and left on the healing decks to die. Then terror came to me. Fear.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_015	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	gross and overwhelming as the bulk of the night, despair unreleaved by a single ray of hope. We were not fifty yards apart when the passengers on the stranger caught sight of us and shrieked aloud. I saw a man pick up his child from one of the benches and futilely attempt to climb the rigging. Then we closed, her name played ten feet above ours, looking down into our forehatch.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_016	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I heard the grinding as of a hundred gans, the ripping of the tough bow plates and the pistol-like report of displaced rivets followed by the rush of the sea. We were sinking in mid-ocean." Peggy Baden said the quartermaster shaking me by the arm, but he must have been sleeping in the moonlight for the last two hours, and that's not good for the eyes. Didn't seem to make you sleep easy either.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_017	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	I opened my eyes heavily. My face was swollen and aching, for on my forehead lay the malignant splendor of the moon. The glare of the red lamp had vanished with the brilliantly lighted ship, but the ghastly shrieks of her drowning crew continued. "'What's that?' I asked, trimulously,' the quartermaster. "'Was it real?' "'Porkchops in the saloon tomorrow,' said the quartermaster.
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_05_kipling_64kb_018	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	The butcher he got up at four bells to put the old squeaker out of the way, thems his dying ejaculations. End of Story 5
large/6454/abaft_funnel_1307_librivox_64kb_mp3/funnel_06_kipling_64kb_000	hf://datasets/collabora/librilight-processed-webdataset@89c3535dc6980980c88dd8bcb93a700537c7f448/librilight-large-6454-base.en-txt-000000.tar.gz	Story 6 of Abaft the Funnel by Rudyard Kipling This liberal-box recording is in the public domain. Story 6, the shadow of his hand. I come from San Jose, he said. San Jose, Calaveras County, California. That's my place. I pricked up my ears at the mention of Calaveras County.

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