Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1929-11-29
The Taking Of Lungtungpen.
BY RUDYARD KIPLING.

tRud;ys5d KiPlne born IN 1885, is Brit;
Who W66d Be Kns wont Benet
Rs9m Rallsds KIM e..
couTsgeous." "staiky G CO." etc0
NJ friend Pvt. Mulvaney told me
this, sitting on the psrapet of the road
to Dagsl1ai when We were hunting but
terf1ies together He had theories about
the Army, and colored clay pipes per-
fectly. He said that the young soldier
is the best to work with, "orn account
av the surprising innocinse av the
child
Now, listen!" said Mulvaney, throw
ing himself full length on the wall in
the sun. I'm a born scutt av the
barrick-room! The Army's mate an
dhrink to me, bekaZe I'm wan av the
few that can't quit ut. I've put in
Sivinteen years, an the pipe-clay'S in
the marrow av me. Av cud have kept
out av wan beg dhrink a month, 1 wud
have been a Horny Lift'nint by this
time-a nuisance to my bettherS, a
laughin' shtock to my equils, an curse
to meself Bein' fwhat I am. I'm Privit
Mulvaney, wild no good-conduc' pay an
a devourin' thirst. Always BARN me
little fr!nd Bobs Bahadur, I know IS
much about the Army as most men,"
1 said something here.
''Welseley be shot! Betune you an
me that butterfly not, he's ramblin',
tncoherent sort av divil, wild wan OF
on the DUANE an tho Coort. an the
other on his blessed silf-everlaStinly
playing Saysur an AleXandrier rowled
into a lump. Now BobS is SinSible
little man. Wild hobs an few three
year-olds. I'd swape any army av the
earth into a towel, an throw it away
afterward Faith, I'm not jokn'!
IT'S the bhoys-the raw bohys-that
con't know fwhat a bullet names, an
Wudnt care av they did-that dhu the
work They re crammed wild bull-mate
till they fairly ramps wild good Twin;
and thin, av they don't fight, they blow
each others bids of. It's the trut I'm
tellin' you. They shud be kept on wafer
an rice in the hot weather; but therd
be mut'ny av twas done.
Did We liver hear how Privit Null
Vaney TUX the town av Lungtungpen?
thought notl Twas the Lift'nint got
the credit: but twas me planned the
Schan%a A little before was irivladed
from Burma, me an ur-an'-twsnty
young vans undher a Lift'nint Braze-
nose was ruinin' our dijeshuns thryin
to catch dacoits. An such double
ended divils I niver knew! It's only
dab an a Snider that makes dacoit.
Widout thin. he's a PEACEFUL cultlvator,
an felony for to shoot. We hunted an
we hunted. an tux fever an elephintS
now an again; but no dacoltS. Even
shually. We puckarowed wan man.
'Trate him tinderly,' seq the lift'nint.
So TUX him away into the jungle, wild
the Burmese Interprut'r an my clamin'-
rod. SEE I to the man, My PEACEFUL
souireen' seq l. you squot on your
hunkers an dimonstrate to my frind
here. where your frinds are whin
they're at home?' Wild that I intro
juced him to the clanin'-rod. an he
COMMUNIST to jabber; the Interprut'r
interprutin' in betweenS. an me helpln'
the Intelligence Department wild my
clanin rod whin the man misrcmim-
bered.
"Prisintly, I learn that. acrost the
river, about nine miles away, was a
town just dhrippin' wild dahs, an bohs
an arrows, an dacoitS. an elephints,
an jingles. 'Goodr seq I. this Office
will now closer
That night I went to the lift'nint
an communicates my information. I
never thought much Of Lift'nint
Brazenose till that night. He was
shift wild books an the-ouries an all
manner av thrimmin's no manner av
use Town did We say?' SEE he. 'Ac-
cordin' to the the-ouries of. war, We
shud wait for reinforcelnints.' Faith
thinks. I, we'd betther dig our graves
thin for the nearest throops was up
to their shtocks in the marshes out
Mimbu way. But says the lift'nint,
since tbs a speShil case I'll make an
excepshun. Well visit this lungtungpen
tonight
"The bhoys was fairly woild wild de-