Day 33

'E carried me away
To where a dooli lay
An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
'E put me safe inside,
An' just before 'e died,
"I 'ope you liked your drink," sez Gunga Din.

--Rudyard Kipling

I tell you what, I can't see the figurin' 'hind going off a tear to some wild wrong-headed a-purpose, lookin' all 'round the far distance for crusts of some shiny pearl of value -- t'ain't all a-proper 's I sees it -- and all the willie while you'll be steppin' 'bout in places with not the Devil's care of what you may be messin' up with, all a-starin' at the blessed horizon when it's the stuff near at hand that will be fixin' to twist that ankle down some beast hole or slippery mud to muck up those fancy-dance boots of your'n.

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