Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-29
THE EVENING STORY
One of WOrld.FamOus Works of Literature

/ light whin I tould .'em, an by this an
| that they whit through the jungle like
buck rabbits. About midnight we come
to the shtrame, which I had clan for
! got to minshin to my OFFICER. I was on
ahead wild four bhoys, an thought
| ourise. 'Shtrip bhoyS!' SEE I. 'Shtrip
! to the buff, an swim in where glory
waits!' But I can't shwirn,' SEE two
av thin. To think I should live to
| hear that from a bhoy wild a board
school edukashin!' seq 1. Take lump
av timber an me an Connolly here will
ferry We over, We young ladies!'
We got an ould tree trunk an
pushed off wild the kits an rifles on it.
The night was chokin' dark, an just
as We was fairly embarked heard the
lift'nint behind av me calm out
There's a bit av a nullash here, sorr,
seq I, but I can feel the bottom al
ready So cud, for was not yard
from the bank.
"'Bit av nullashl Bit av an esh-
tuary.' seq the lift'nint. Go on, We mad
Irishmanl Shtrip, bhoys!' I heard
him laugh, an the bhoys begin shtrip-
pin an rollin' log into the wather to
put their kits on. So me an Connolly
shtruck out through the warm wather
wild our log, an the rest come on be-
hind. .
''That shtrarne was miles woide!
Orthris, on the rear rank log, whis-
pers we had got in the Thames below
Sherness by mistake. 'Kape on SWIM
min, ye little blayguard,' SEE I, AN
don't go pokin your dirty jokes at the
Irriwaddy.' Silence, menP sings out
The liftnint. So we shwum on into the
black dhark, wild our chests on the logs.
trustin' in the saints an the luck of
the British army
"Evenshually We hit ground-a bit av
sand an man. I put my heel on the
back av him. He skreeched an ran.
Now we've done it, seq Lift'nint
Brazenose. Where the devil is Lung
tungpen?' There was about a minute
and half to wait. The bhoys laid a
hould av their rifles an some thried to
put their belts on; we was marchin'
wild fixed baynits, av coorse. Thin we
knew where Lungtungpen was, for we
had hit the river wall aV 1t in the
dhark, an the whole town blazed wild
thin messin' jingleS an Sniders like a
cats back on frosty night. They was
firm all ways at wanst, but over our
bids into the shtrame.
Have you got your rifies?' seq
BraZenose. Got EN- seq Orth'ris. I've
got that thief Mulvaney's for all my
>ack pay. an she'll kick my heart sick
wild that blunderin' long shtock av hers
Go onG yellS BraZenoSe, whippin' his
sword out. Go on an take the town!
An the Lord have mercy on our sowls!'
Thin the bhoys gave wan divestat-
in howl an pranced into. the dhark, |
feelin' for the town an blindin' and
stif1n' like cavalry ridin masters whin
the grass pricked their bare legs.
hammered wild the butt at. some bam- !
boo thing that felt wake, an the rest |
come an hammered contagious, while !
the jingles was jingling an feroshus |
yells from inside was Shpltttin' our ears. !
We was too close under the wall for |
thin to hurt us.
''Evenshually the thing, whatever ut !
was, bruk, and the six and twinty av !
us tumbled, wan after the other, naked |
as we was borrun, into the town of !
a sumpshus kind for a whole; but |
whether they TUX US, all white and wet, |
for new breed av divil or a new kind |
av dacoit. don't know. They ran as
though we was both, an we whit into |
thin, baynit an butt, shriekin' wild
laughin'. There was torches in the
ShtreetS, an I saw little Orth'ris rub
bin his shoulder ivry time he loosed
my long-shtock Martini, an Brazenose
walkin' into the gang wild his sword
like Diarmid av the Gowlden Collar
barring he hadn't a stitch of clothin' |
on him. We diskivered elephints wild |
dacoits under their bellies, an what |
wild wan thing an other, we was busy |
till mornin' takin' possession av the !
town of Lungtungpen.
Thin we halted an formed up, the |
wimmen howlin' in the houses an |
Lift'nint Brazonose blushin' pink in |
the light av the mornin' sun Twas |
the most ondasint p'rade I liver tux q |
hand in. Foive an twenty privits an |
a OFFICER av the line in review ordher, i