The Jungle Book, part 20 · page 21 2101“Of course he is,” said Vixen.102“Do you suppose I’m looked after by a black bullock-driver?”103“Huah!104Ouach!105Ugh!” said the bullocks.106“Let us get away quickly.”107They plunged forward in the mud, and managed somehow to run their yoke on the pole of an ammunition wagon, where it jammed.108“Now you have done it,” said Billy calmly.109“Don’t struggle.110You’re hung up till daylight.111What on earth’s the matter?”112The bullocks went off into the long hissing snorts that Indian cattle give, and pushed and crowded and slued and stamped and slipped and nearly fell down in the mud, grunting savagely.113“You’ll break your necks in a minute,” said the troop-horse.114“What’s the matter with white men?115I live with ’em.”116“They--eat--us!117Pull!” said the near bullock.118The yoke snapped with a twang, and they lumbered off together.119I never knew before what made Indian cattle so scared of Englishmen.checked by a teacher120We eat beef--a thing that no cattle-driver touches--and of course the cattle do not like it.121“May I be flogged with my own pad-chains!122Who’d have thought of two big lumps like those losing their heads?” said Billy.123“Never mind.124I’m going to look at this man.checked by a teacher125Most of the white men, I know, have things in their pockets,” said the troop-horse.126“I’ll leave you, then.127I can’t say I’m over-fond of ’em myself.128Besides, white men who haven’t a place to sleep in are more than likely to be thieves, and I’ve a good deal of Government property on my back.129Come along, young un, and we’ll go back to our lines.130Good-night, Australia!131See you on parade to-morrow, I suppose.132Good-night, old Hay-bale!--try to control your feelings, won’t you?133Good-night, Two Tails!134If you pass us on the ground tomorrow, don’t trumpet.135It spoils our formation.”136Billy the Mule stumped off with the swaggering limp of an old campaigner, as the troop-horse’s head came nuzzling into my breast, and I gave him biscuits, while Vixen, who is a most conceited little dog, told him fibs about the scores of horses that she and I kept.137“I’m coming to the parade to-morrow in my dog-cart,” she said.138“Where will you be?”139“On the left hand of the second squadron.140I set the time for all my troop, little lady,” he said politely.141“Now I must go back to Dick.142My tail’s all muddy, and he’ll have two hours’ hard work dressing me for parade.”143The big parade of all the thirty thousand men was held that afternoon, and Vixen and I had a good place close to the Viceroy and the Amir of Afghanistan, with high, big black hat of astrakhan wool and the great diamond star in the center.144The first part of the review was all sunshine, and the regiments went by in wave upon wave of legs all moving together, and guns all in a line, till our eyes grew dizzy.145Then the cavalry came up, to the beautiful cavalry canter of “Bonnie Dundee,” and Vixen cocked her ear where she sat on the dog-cart.146The second squadron of the Lancers shot by, and there was the troop-horse, with his tail like spun silk, his head pulled into his breast, one ear forward and one back, setting the time for all his squadron, his legs going as smoothly as waltz music.147Then the big guns came by, and I saw Two Tails and two other elephants harnessed in line to a forty-pounder siege gun, while twenty yoke of oxen walked behind.checked by a teacher148The seventh pair had a new yoke, and they looked rather stiff and tired.149Last came the screw guns, and Billy the mule carried himself as though he commanded all the troops, and his harness was oiled and polished till it winked.150I gave a cheer all by myself for Billy the mule, but he never looked right or left.151The rain began to fall again, and for a while it was too misty to see what the troops were doing.152They had made a big half circle across the plain, and were spreading out into a line.153That line grew and grew and grew till it was three-quarters of a mile long from wing to wing--one solid wall of men, horses, and guns.154Then it came on straight toward the Viceroy and the Amir, and as it got nearer the ground began to shake, like the deck of a steamer when the engines are going fast.155Unless you have been there you cannot imagine what a frightening effect this steady come-down of troops has on the spectators, even when they know it is only a review.156I looked at the Amir.157Up till then he had not shown the shadow of a sign of astonishment or anything else.158But now his eyes began to get bigger and bigger, and he picked up the reins on his horse’s neck and looked behind him.159For a minute it seemed as though he were going to draw his sword and slash his way out through the English men and women in the carriages at the back.160Then the advance stopped dead, the ground stood still, the whole line saluted, and thirty bands began to play all together.161That was the end of the review, and the regiments went off to their camps in the rain, and an infantry band struck up with--162The animals went in two by two, Hurrah!163The animals went in two by two, The elephant and the battery mul’, and they all got into the Ark For to get out of the rain!164Then I heard an old grizzled, long-haired Central Asian chief, who had come down with the Amir, asking questions of a native officer.checked by a teacher165“Now,” said he, “in what manner was this wonderful thing done?”166And the officer answered, “An order was given, and they obeyed.”167“But are the beasts as wise as the men?” said the chief.168“They obey, as the men do.169Mule, horse, elephant, or bullock, he obeys his driver, and the driver his sergeant, and the sergeant his lieutenant, and the lieutenant his captain, and the captain his major, and the major his colonel, and the colonel his brigadier commanding three regiments, and the brigadier the general, who obeys the Viceroy, who is the servant of the Empress.170Thus it is done.”171“Would it were so in Afghanistan!” said the chief, “for there we obey only our own wills.”172“And for that reason,” said the native officer, twirling his mustache, “your Amir whom you do not obey must come here and take orders from our Viceroy.”173Parade Song of the Camp Animals174ELEPHANTS OF THE GUN TEAMS175We lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees; We bowed our necks to service: they ne’er were loosed again,-- Make way there--way for the ten-foot teams Of the Forty-Pounder train!176GUN BULLOCKS177Those heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon-ball, And what they know of powder upsets them one and all; Then we come into action and tug the guns again-- Make way there--way for the twenty yoke Of the Forty-Pounder train!178CAVALRY HORSES179By the brand on my shoulder, the finest of tunes Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons, And it’s sweeter than “Stables” or “Water” to me-- The Cavalry Canter of “Bonnie Dundee”!180Then feed us and break us and handle and groom, And give us good riders and plenty of room, And launch us in column of squadron and see The way of the war-horse to “Bonnie Dundee”!181SCREW-GUN MULES182As me and my companions were scrambling up a hill, The path was lost in rolling stones, but we went forward still; For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere, Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare!183Good luck to every sergeant, then, that lets us pick our road; Bad luck to all the driver-men that cannot pack a load: For we can wriggle and climb, my lads, and turn up everywhere, Oh, it’s our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare!184COMMISSARIAT CAMELS185We haven’t a camelty tune of our own To help us trollop along, But every neck is a hair trombone (_Rtt-ta-ta-ta!186_ is a hair trombone!)187And this our marching-song: _Can’t!188Don’t!189Sha’n’t!190Won’t!191_ Pass it along the line!192Somebody’s pack has slid from his back, Wish it were only mine!193Somebody’s load has tipped off in the road-- Cheer for a halt and a row!194_Urrr!195Yarrh!196Grr!197Arrh!198_ Somebody’s catching it now!1 2← previousThe Jungle Book, part 19next →The Jungle Book, part 21↑ back to The Jungle BookThis page in Markdown → https://md.mova.elamur.ai/free/en/corpora/tales/pg236/20/page/2/