PARADE-SONG OF THE CAMP-ANIMALS Then feed us and break us and handle and groom, Screw-Gun Mules As 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, And it's our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare! Good 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, And it's our delight on a mountain height, with a leg or two to spare! Commissariat Camels We haven't a camelty tune of our own But every neck is a hair-trombone Somebody's pack has slid from his back, Somebody's load has tipped off in the road- All the Beasts Together Children of the Camp are we, CHAPTER HEADINGS Beast and Man in India HEY killed a child to please the Gods I bear the sins of sinful men That have no sin of my own; I am the meat of sacrifice, The ransom of man's guilt, For they give my life to the altar knife 'The Goat.' Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, Great is the sword and mighty is the pen, But greater far the labouring ploughman's blade, For on its oxen and its husbandmen An Empire's strength is laid. "The Oxen.' The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, The black bulk heaving where the oxen pant, And servant of the Queen. 'The Elephant.' Dark children of the mere and marsh, Wallow and waste and lea; Outcaste they wait at the village gate Their pasture is in no man's land, But woe to those who break their sleep, To rouse the herd-bull from his keep, The wild boar from his lair! 'Pigs and Buffaloes.' The beasts are very wise, Their mouths are clean of lies; CHAPTER HEADINGS Shouts in their silky ears Life's Handicap There's a convict more in the Central Jail There's a lifter less on the Border trail, Dear boys, The Queen's peace over all! For we must bear our leader's blame, If we lift our hand from a fettered land And the Queen's peace over all, Dear boys, The Queen's peace over all! "The Head of the District.' The doors were wide, the story saith, Speechless and strengthless a shadow thin, |