Life's Handicap: Being Stories of Mine Own PeopleKipling, Rudyard
History
Life's Handicap: Being Stories of Mine Own People
Kipling, Rudyard
India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction; India -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, English
‘I’d no particular thought to be a soldier i’ them days,’ said Learoyd,
still keeping his eye on the bare hill opposite, ‘but this sort o’ talk
put it i’ my head. They was so good, th’ chapel folk, that they tumbled
ower t’other side. But I stuck to it for ‘Liza’s sake, specially as
she was learning me to sing the bass part in a horotorio as Jesse were
gettin’ up. She sung like a throstle hersen, and we had practisin’s
night after night for a matter of three months.’
‘I know what a horotorio is,’ said Ortheris pertly. ‘It’s a sort of
chaplain’s sing-song--words all out of the Bible, and hullabaloojah
choruses.’
‘Most Greenhow Hill folks played some instrument or t’other, an’ they
all sung so you might have heard them miles away, and they were so
pleased wi’ the noise they made they didn’t fair to want anybody to
listen. The preacher sung high seconds when he wasn’t playin’ the
flute, an’ they set me, as hadn’t got far with big fiddle, again Willie
Satterthwaite, to jog his elbow when he had to get a’ gate playin’. Old
Jesse was happy if ever a man was, for he were th’ conductor an’ th’
first fiddle an’ th’ leadin’ singer, beatin’ time wi’ his fiddle-stick,
till at times he’d rap with it on the table, and cry out, “Now, you mun
all stop; it’s my turn.” And he’d face round to his front, fair
sweating wi’ pride, to sing th’ tenor solos. But he were grandest i’ th’
choruses, waggin’ his head, flinging his arms round like a windmill, and
singin’ hisself black in the face. A rare singer were Jesse.
‘Yo’ see, I was not o’ much account wi’ ‘em all exceptin’ to ‘Liza
Roantree, and I had a deal o’ time settin’ quiet at meetings and
horotorio practises to hearken their talk, and if it were strange to me
at beginnin’, it got stranger still at after, when I was shut on it, and
could study what it meaned.
‘Just after th’ horotorios come off, ‘Liza, as had allus been weakly
like, was took very bad. I walked Dr. Warbottom’s horse up and down
a deal of times while he were inside, where they wouldn’t let me go,
though I fair ached to see her.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account