The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1914-12-03
The Taking of Lungtungpen
(From Rudyard Kipling's "soldier Stories"

ling's "Soldier Stories"
;, Orth'ris on the rear-rank log whisper
we had got into the Thames below
Sheerness by mistake. 'Kape OF
shwimmin', we little BLACKBOARD, an
don't go pokin' your jokes at the Irri
waddy,' says |. An Silence calls
the lift'nint, an we goes on shwim'
min in the black dark wild our chists
on the logs, thrustin' in the saints an
the luck av the British army.
"Evenshually we hit ground-an' a
man. / put my heel on him. He
skreeched an ran. Now we've done
fit,' says the lift'nint. Where the
divil is Lungtungpen?' There was
about a minut an half to wait. The
bhoys had hould av their rifles, an
some thried to put their belts on.
We was marchin' wild baynits ixt av
course. Then we knew where Lung
tungpen was, for we had hit the river
bank in the dhark an the whole town
blazed with rifle fire like cats back
on frosty night.
Have you got your rifies?' SEE
the lift'nint. 60 onp
"Thin the bhoys Civ won divicitatin'
howl an pranced into the dhark, the
grass prickin' their bare legs. | ham,
mered wild my rifle at some bamboo
thing that felt weak an the rest came
an hammered contagious. Evenshu
ally the thing bruk, an six an twin
ty av US tumbled, wan after the other,
nakid as we was born, into the town
av Lungtungpen. There was a nelly
av a sumpshus kind for while, an
they took US for new kind
iv whoite divil or dacoits | don't
know, but they ran as if we was both
an we went into thin baynit and butt,
shriekin' wild laughin'. There was
torches in the streets, an | saw little |
Orth'ris rubbin' his shoulder livery
tonne he fired my long stock Martini,
and the liftnint walkin' into the gang
wild his sword. We diskivered ele-
Dhints wild dacoits undher thin, an
what wild wan thing an another we
was busy till mornin' takin' possess
sion iv the town iv Lungtungpen.
Thin we halted an formed up, the
vimmin in the houses howlin' an
blushin' pink in the light av
he mornin' sun. Twas the most on
lacint parade | liver tux a hand in.
Foive an twinty privits an OFFICER
" the Line in review ordher an not
20 much as wud dust fife betune
him, in the way av clothin'--eight
" us wild belts an pouches on, the
est had gone in wild a handful of
artridges an the skin God gave thin.
hey was naked as Vanus.
Number off from the right" says
he lift'nint. "Odd numbers fall out
o dress, even numbers pathrol the
own till relieved by the dhressin'
arty"
An let me tell you pathrollin' the
own wild nothin' on is a expayrince.
pathrolled for tin minus an begad,
efore ut was over l blushed-all over
ly -carkiss. Orth'ris didn't pathrol,
e lay down an rowled anyways wild
iughin'.
Win we was all dhressed we count
the dead-siventy-foive dacoits, be-
oide the wounded. We TUX foive ele-
hints, "a hunder a siventy Sniders,
vo hundred dahs an lot of other
lrglarious thruck, an not man av
) was hurt excep' the lift'nint, an
: from the shock to his dacincy.
The headman who surrinderd askt:
Az the English wud foight loike that
id their clo'es aft, what in the wurrld
nd they do wild their clo'es on?n
But to reshume. Wud fifty seasoned
dgers have taken Lungtungpen in
e dhark that way? No.
1T the 3-year-olds know little av the
niger an care less. IT'S only da-
its they wud smash-'tis CONT
ntal Ar-r--r-mies! They TUX Lung
ngpen nakid an they'd take st.
tersburg in their dhrawersl