We 'eld our bloomin' own, the papers say, But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us 'oller.

Then 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the missis and the kid;

Our orders was to break you, an' of course we went an' did.

We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it
was n't 'ardly fair ;

But for all the odds agin' you, Fuzzy-
Wuz, you broke the square.

'E 'as n't got no papers of 'is own,

'E 'as n't got no medals nor rewards, So we must certify the skill 'e 's shown

In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords : When 'e's 'oppin' in an' out among the

bush

'ead;

'E's all 'ot sand an' ginger when alive, An' 'e's generally shammin' when 'e's dead.

'E's a daisy, 'e's a ducky, 'e's a lamb !

'E's a injia-rubber idiot on the spree, 'E's the on'y thing that does n't give a damn

For a Regiment o' British Infantree !

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your 'ome in the Soudan;

You're a pore benighted 'eathen but a
first-class fightin' man ;

An' 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with
your 'ayrick 'ead of 'air -
You big black boundin' beggar
you broke a British square!

for

THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST

OH, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,

Till Earth and Sky stand presently at God's great Judgment Seat;

But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor Breed, nor Birth,

When two strong men stand face to face, tho they come from the ends of the earth!

Kamal is out with twenty men to raise the Border side,

And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is the Colonel's pride:

He has lifted her out of the stable-door between the dawn and the day, And turned the calkins upon her feet, and ridden her far away.

Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led a troop of the Guides: "Is there never a man of all my men can say where Kamal hides ? Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son of the Ressaldar,

"If ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye know where his pickets are.

At dusk he harries the Abazai - at dawn he is into Bonair,

But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own place to fare,

So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast a a bird can fly,

By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere he win to the Tongue of Jagai, But if he be passed the Tongue of Jagai right swiftly turn ye then,

For the length and the breadth of that grisly plain is sown with Kamal's

He's up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast as he can fly,

Till he was aware of his father's mare in
the gut of the Tongue of Jagai,
Till he was aware of his father's mare with
Kamal upon her back,

And when he could spy the white of her
eye, he made the pistol crack.
He has fired once, he has fired twice, but
the whistling ball went wide.
"Ye shoot like a soldier," Kamal said.
"Show now if ye can ride."
It's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as
blown dust-devils go,

The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the

mare like a barren doe.

The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged his head above,

But the red mare played with the snaffle

bars, as a maiden plays with a glove. There was rock to the left and rock to the right, and low lean thorn between, And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho' never a man was seen. They have ridden the low moon out of the sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,

The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the mare like a new-roused fawn. The dun he fell at a water-coursewoful heap fell he,

in a

And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and pulled the rider free.

He has knocked the pistol out of his hand -small room was there to strive, ""T was only by favor of mine," quoth he,

"ye rode so long alive :

There was not a rock for twenty mile, there was not a clump of tree, But covered a man of my own men with his rifle cocked on his knee.

If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held it low,

The little jackals that flee so fast, were feasting all in a row:

If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I have held it high,

The kite that whistles above us now were gorged till she could not fly." Lightly answered the Colonel's son: - -"Do good to bird and beast, But count who come for the broken meats before thou makest a feast.

If there should follow a thousand swords to carry my bones away,

The thatch of the byres will serve their fires when all the cattle are slain. But if thou thinkest the price be fair, thy brethren wait to sup,

The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn, howl, dog, and call them up! And if thou thinkest the price be high, in steer and gear and stack,

Give me my father's mare again, and I'll fight my own way back!"

Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set him upon his feet.

"No talk shall be of dogs," said he, "when wolf and gray wolf meet.

May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed or breath;

What dam of lances brought thee forth to jest at the dawn with Death? Lightly answered the Colonel's son: “I hold by the blood of my clan : Take up the mare for my father's gift by God, she has carried a man! The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and nuzzled against his breast, "We be two strong men," said Kamal then, "but she loveth the younger

best.

"A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a limb for the risk of a limb. Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my son to him!"

With that he whistled his only son, that dropped from a mountain-crest He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he looked like a lance in rest. "Now here is thy master," Kamal said, "who leads a troop of the Guides, And thou must ride at his left side as shield on shoulder rides.

Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and board and bed,

Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

Cave-Right is the right of the Father-to hunt by himself for his own; He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw, In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.

Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;

But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is · - Obey !

Then said the souls of the GentlemenAdventurers

Fettered wrist-to-bar all for red iniquity: "Ho, we revel in our chains

O'er the sorrow that was Spain's ; Heave or sink it, leave or drink it, we were Masters of the Sea!"

Up spake the soul of a grey Gothavn 'speckshioner:—

(He that led the flinching in the fleets of fair Dundee)

"Ho, the ringer and right whale,

And the fish we struck for sale,

Will ye whelm them all for wantonness that wallow in the sea?"