Morrowbie learns that there is only one way out of the crater, an intricate course along the riverbank, most of which is composed of deadly quicksand. Shortly after this I went to bed. Skip to main content.sg. to go near that devilish spot again, or to reveal its whereabouts I can compare the situation to nothing except the struggles of a man against the overpowering nausea of the Channel passage—only my agony was of the spirit, and infinitely more awful. Bibliomania e-text: Chapter The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes of The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes by Rudyard Kipling. ", The stroke was a bold one, and I was more glad than I can say when I saw that it had succeeded. His saddle, a favourite polo one, was much knocked about, and had been twisted under his belly. (The slope, I fancy, must have been about 65°.) But I had my doubts about Gunga Dass's benevolence, and kicked him off as he lay protesting. There is, as the conjurers say, no deception about this tale. I told Gunga Dass to stand off while I examined it. Then, to his astonishment, the rickshaw and the men pulling it pass through a horse, revealing themselves to be phantoms, bearing the departed ghost of Mrs. Wessington. My nine rupees eight annas, he argued, at the rate of three annas a day, would provide me with food for fifty-one days, or about seven weeks; that is to say, he would be willing to cater for me for that length of time, At the end of it I was to look after myself. There is, as the conjurers say, no deception about this tale. In other words that cartridge-case had been fired inside the crater. Stream ad-free or purchase CD's and MP3s now on Amazon.com. He was shot here." A hundred thousand fiery stars danced before my eyes, and I fell forward senseless at the edge of the quicksand. Eventually Dravot decides to take a Kafiristani woman to wife. Click to read more about The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes [novelette] by Rudyard Kipling. Shall I propose? In doing so, it was lying face downward, I tore the frail and rotten kháki shooting-coat open, disclosing a hideous cavity in the back. Expand/Collapse Synopsis. I was too lively, and made protestation with anger against the indignities that they endeavoured to press upon me. You are stronger than I am. Suppressing my first impulse to catch the wretched man by the neck and throw him on to the quicksand, I rose sullenly and followed him to the platform below the burrows. Jetzt eBook herunterladen & mit Ihrem Tablet oder eBook Reader lesen. Gunga Dass was offensively jocular till I told him that if he addressed another remark of any kind whatever to me I should strangle him where he sat. As a matter of fact there was; but it was by no means what I had looked for. Amazon.in - Buy The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes book online at best prices in India on Amazon.in. ", "But if you knew all this, why didn't you get out before? Sahib, it is Gunga Dass, the telegraph master." Nothing that I could do would induce him to tell me who the mysterious "They" were. Here he stopped, and with a couple of dexterous turns of the wrist, pegged the bird on its back with outstretched wings. The delirium of fever and the excitement of rapid motion through the air must have taken away the remnant of my senses. Gunga Dass, as be bent over the unclean bird, watched me curiously. or "B.L." Tortoise-shell handled penknife, silver or nickel plate, marked with monogram "B.K. He stretched out his long, bird-like talons, trembling with eagerness. Hello Select your address Best Sellers Today's Deals New Releases Electronics Books Customer Service Gift Ideas Home Computers Gift Cards Sell I had been thorough!y convinced of this some time before. Those who have once heard it will never forget the sound. When I was in the open, I saw Pornic, poor faithful Pornic, lying dead on the sandy soil. Joseph Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 - 18 January 1936 was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. In her terror she bites him. Jukes by accident stumbled upon a village that is well known to exist, though he is the only Englishman who has been there. Gunga Dass! To-morrow you must do it for me. ", "About half an hour after he received his wound. Gunga Dass, who had lain down on a tussock, motioned to me to be quiet, though I fancy this was a needless precaution. Gunga Dass fancied I was going to kill him, and howled pitifully. I was on the verge of asking Gunga Dass, but checked myself, knowing that he would lie. Fortified with these resolutions, I ate and drank as much as I could, and made Gunga Dass understand that I intended to be his master, and that the least sign of insubordination on his part would be visited with the only punishment I had it in my power to inflict, that of sudden and violent death. I was powerless to protest or answer; all my energies being devoted to a struggle against the inexplicable terror that threatened to overwhelm me again and again. Gunga Dass had not seen it; and I fell to thinking that a man does not carry exploded cartridge-cases, especially "browns," which will not bear loading twice, about with him when shooting. In the tumult, and just when I was feeling very much ashamed of myself for having thus easily given way to my temper, a thin high voice murmured in English from behind my shoulder:—"Sahib! olive-green shikár suit. The narrator, a journalist, meets two colorful characters, Daniel Dravot and Peachey Carnahan, while on a train. Within each character you are taken into the five levels of the caste system. Next, I remember, the ground rose suddenly in front of us, and as we topped the ascent I saw the waters of the Sutlej shining like a silver bar below. There was no mistaking the nature of the missile, a regulation Martini-Henry "picket." He was as anxious to escape as you were, and he was shot from the boat, though we all did all things to prevent him from attempting. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes | Kipling, Rudyard | ISBN: | Kostenloser Versand für alle Bücher mit Versand und Verkauf duch Amazon. The shooting-coat, being intact, must have been drawn over the body after death, which must have been instantaneous. ", "I did not know it. I slipped the loop over my head and under my arms; heard Dunnoo urge something forward; was conscious that I was being dragged, face downward, up the steep sand slope, and the next instant found myself choked and half fainting on the sand hills overlooking the crater. The phrase "thrown on to the sand" caught my attention, and I asked Gunga Dass whether this sort of thing was not likely to breed a pestilence. "At present," I argued to myself, "I am strong and a match for six of these wretches. The horse bolts and they eventually fall into a sandy ravine on the edge of a river. Add to cart Buy Now Add to Wishlist Remove from Wishlist. But I was as certain then as I am now of my own existence, that in the accursed settlement there was no law save that of the strongest; that the living dead men had thrown behind them every canon of the world which had cast them out; and that I, Morrowbie Jukes, had to depend for my own life on my strength and vigilance alone. My den was nearly as narrow as a coffin, and the sides had been worn smooth and greasy by the contact of innumerable naked bodies—added to which it smelt abominably. Within each character you are taken into the five levels of the caste system. Was ever a respectable gentleman in such an impasse? However, some time thereafter he sees her old rickshaw and assumes that someone has bought it. Then I must have lost consciousness, for when I recovered I was lying on my stomach in a heap of soft white sand, and the dawn was beginning to break dimly over the edge of the slope down which I had fallen. 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