Plain tales from the hills Volume 2

by Rudyard Kipling

General Books LLC | May 5, 2014 | Trade Paperback

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... THE STORY OF MUHAMMAD DIN Who is the happy man 1 He that sees in his own house at home, little children crowned with dust, leaping and falling and crying. -- Munichandra, translated by Professor Peterson. The polo-ball was an old one, scarred, chipped, and dinted. It stood on the mantelpiece among the pipestems which Imam Din, khitmatgar, was cleaning for me. ''Does the Heaven-born want this ball?'' said Imam Din, deferentially. The Heaven-born set no particular store by it; but of what use was a polo-ball to a khitmatgar? ''By Your Honour''s favour, I have a little son. He has seen this ball, and desires it to play with. I do not want it for myself.'' No one would for an instant accuse portly old Imam Din of wanting to play with polo-balls. He carried out the battered thing into the verandah; and there followed a hurricane of joyful squeaks, a patter of small feet, and the thud-thud-thud of the ball rolling along the ground. Evidently the little son had been waiting outside the door to secure his treasure. But how had he managed to see that polo-ball? Next day, coming back from office half an hour earlier than usual, I was aware of a small figure in the dining-room -- a tiny, plump figure in a ridiculously inadequate shirt, which came, perhaps, halfway down the tubby stomach. It wandered round the room, thumb in mouth, crooning to itself as it took stock of the pictures. Undoubtedly this was the ''little son.'' He had no business in my room, of course; but was so deeply absorbed in his discoveries that he never noticed me in the doorway. I stepped into the room and startled him nearly into a fit. He sat down on the ground with a gasp. His eyes opened, and his mouth followed suit. I knew what was coming, and fled, followed by a long, dry howl...

Format: Trade Paperback

Dimensions: 82 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 in

Published: May 5, 2014

Publisher: General Books LLC

Language: English

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ISBN - 10: 1150889411

ISBN - 13: 9781150889417

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Plain tales from the hills Volume 2

by Rudyard Kipling

Format: Trade Paperback

Dimensions: 82 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.17 in

Published: May 5, 2014

Publisher: General Books LLC

Language: English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10: 1150889411

ISBN - 13: 9781150889417

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1899 edition. Excerpt: ... THE STORY OF MUHAMMAD DIN Who is the happy man 1 He that sees in his own house at home, little children crowned with dust, leaping and falling and crying. -- Munichandra, translated by Professor Peterson. The polo-ball was an old one, scarred, chipped, and dinted. It stood on the mantelpiece among the pipestems which Imam Din, khitmatgar, was cleaning for me. ''Does the Heaven-born want this ball?'' said Imam Din, deferentially. The Heaven-born set no particular store by it; but of what use was a polo-ball to a khitmatgar? ''By Your Honour''s favour, I have a little son. He has seen this ball, and desires it to play with. I do not want it for myself.'' No one would for an instant accuse portly old Imam Din of wanting to play with polo-balls. He carried out the battered thing into the verandah; and there followed a hurricane of joyful squeaks, a patter of small feet, and the thud-thud-thud of the ball rolling along the ground. Evidently the little son had been waiting outside the door to secure his treasure. But how had he managed to see that polo-ball? Next day, coming back from office half an hour earlier than usual, I was aware of a small figure in the dining-room -- a tiny, plump figure in a ridiculously inadequate shirt, which came, perhaps, halfway down the tubby stomach. It wandered round the room, thumb in mouth, crooning to itself as it took stock of the pictures. Undoubtedly this was the ''little son.'' He had no business in my room, of course; but was so deeply absorbed in his discoveries that he never noticed me in the doorway. I stepped into the room and startled him nearly into a fit. He sat down on the ground with a gasp. His eyes opened, and his mouth followed suit. I knew what was coming, and fled, followed by a long, dry howl...
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