Other tales that Kipling has written of Indian life are scarcely inferior to these in strange, uncanny power. One of the weirdest relates the adventures of an army officer who fell into the place where those who have been legally declared dead, but who have recovered, pass their lives. As a picture of hell on earth it has never been surpassed. Another of Kipling's Indian tales that is worth reading is _William the Conqueror_, a love story that has a background of grim work during the famine year. One of Kipling's claims to fame is that he has drawn the British soldier in India as he actually lives. His _Soldiers Three_--Mulvaney, the Irishman, Ortheris, the cockney, and Learoyd, the Yorkshireman--are so full of real human nature that they delight all men and many women. Mulvaney is the finest creation of Kipling, and most of his stories are brimful of Irish wit. Of late years Kipling has written some fine imaginative stories, such as _The Brushwood Boy_, _They_ and _An Habitation Enforced_. He has also revealed his genius in such tales of the future as _With the Night Mail_, a remarkably graphic sketch of a voyage across the Atlantic in a single night in a great aeroplane. Another side of Kipling's genius is seen in his _Jungle Stories_, in which all the wild animals are endowed with speech. Mowgli, the boy who is suckled by a wolf, is a distinct creation, and his adventures are full of interest. Compare these stories with the work of Thompson-Seton and you get a good idea of the genius of Kipling in making real the savage struggle for life in the Indian jungle. Of Kipling's long novels _The Naulakha_ ranks first for interest of plot, but _Kim_ is the best because of its series of wonderful pictures of East Indian life and character. _Captains Courageous_ is a story of Cape Cod fishing life, with an improbable plot but much good description of the perils and hardships of the men who seek fortune on the fishing banks. As a poet Kipling appeals strongly to men who love the life of action and adventure in all parts of the world. In his _Departmental Ditties_ he has painted the life of the British soldier and the civilian in India, and his _Danny Dever_, his _Mandalay_ and others which sing themselves have passed into the memory of the great public that seldom reads any verse unless it be the words of a popular song. The range of his verse is very wide, whether it is the superb imagery in _The Last Chantey_ or the impressive Calvanism of _McAndrew's Hymn_. His _Recessional_, of course, is known to everyone. It is one of the finest bits of verse printed in the last twenty years. Kipling, in spite of his many volumes, is only forty-six years old, and he may be counted on to do much more good work.