REWARDS and FAIRIES BOOKS by RUDYARD Klpling
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A . - : s ' v ' !' .: W : IffBJ I! Ki C - ^^li NY PUBLIC LIBRARY THE BRANCH LIBRARIES 3 3333 08093 2631 v REWARDS AND FAIRIES BOOKS BY RUDYARD KlPLING ACTIONS AND REACTIONS LIGHT THAT FAILED, THE BRUSHWOOD BOY, THE MANY INVENTIONS CAPTAINS COURAGEOUS NAULAHKA, THE (With COLLECTED VERSE Wolcott Balestier) DAY'S WORK, THE PLAIN TALES FROM THE DEPARTMENTAL DITTIES HILLS AND BALLADS AND BAR- PUCK OF POOK'S HILL RACK-ROOM BALLADS SEA TO FROM FIVE NATIONS, THE SEA, THE JUNGLE BOOK, THE SEVEN SEAS, JUNGLE BOOK, SECOND SOLDIER STORIES JUST So SONG BOOK SOLDIERS THREE, THE JUST So STORIES STORY OF THE GADSBYS, IN AND WHITE KIM and BLACK KIPLING STORIES AND STALKY & Co. POEMS EVERY CHILD THEY SHOULD KNOW TRAFFICS AND DISCOVERIES KIPLING BIRTHDAY BOOK, THE UNDER THE DEODARS, THE PHANTOM LIFE'S HANDICAP 'RICKSHAW, ; Being and WEE WILLIE WINKIE Stories of Mine Own People WITH THE NIGHT MAIL Then they made the sign which no Indian makes outside of the Medicine Lodges Brother [ Square-toes ] Rewards and Fairies By Rudyard Kipling " Author of Puck of Pook's Hill," "Actions and Reactions," " The Days Work," etc. GARDEN CITY NEW YORK DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY 1910 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED, INCLUDING THAT OF TRANSLATION INTO FOREIGN LANGUAGES INCLUDING THE SCANDINAVIAN COPYRIGHT, igio BY RUDYARD KIPLING PBOPEB1T OF THE C REWARDS AND FAIRIES A CHARM Take of English earth as much As either hand may rightly clutch. In the taking of it breathe Prayer for all who he beneath Not the great nor well bespoke, But the mere uncounted folk death is Of whose life and none Report or lamentation. Lay that earth upon thy hearty And thy sickness shall depart ! It shall sweeten and make whole Fevered breath and festered soul; It shall mightily restrain Over-busy hand and brain; It shall ease thy mortal strife 'Gainst the immortal woe of life, Till thyself restored shall prove By what grace the Heavens do move. 'Take of English flowers these Spring's full-faced primroses, Summer's wild wide-hearted rose. Autumn s wall-flower of the close, Vll viii REWARDS AND FAIRIES And, thy darkness to illume, II niter s bee-thronged ivy-bloom. Seek and serve them where they bide From Candlemas to Christmas-tide, For these simples used aright Can restore a failing sight. These shall cleanse and purify Webbed and inward-turning eye; 'These shall show thee treasure hid, Thy familiar fields amid; And reveal (which is thy need) Every man a King indeed! CONTENTS PAGE A Charm ....... vii Introduction . xiii Cold Iron . J? i Cold Iron ....... 27 'The 'Two Cousins . 3 1 Gloriana ....... 33 "The Looking-Glass ..... 53 A Truthful Song ..... 57 The Wrong Thing ..... 59 King Henry VII and the Shipwrights . 83 "The Way Through the Woods ... 89 Marklake Witches ..... 91 Brookland Road . .117 The Run of the Downs . .121 The Knife and the Naked Chalk . 123 Song of the Men's Side .... 145 Philadelphia ...... 149 Brother Square-toes . .153 ix x CONTENTS PAGE 181 // A St. Helena Lullaby . .185 <A Priest in Spite of Himself . 187 4 Poor Honest Men' ..... 219 Eddi s Service ...... 225 The Conversion of St. Wilfrid . 227 Song of the Red War-Boat .... 249 An Astrologer s Song ..... 255 A Doctor of Medicine ..... 259 'Our Fathers of Old' 281 The Thousandth Man ..... 285 Simple Simon ...... 287 Fr ankie s Trade ...... 309 i The Ballad of Minepit Shaw . 313 The Tree of Justice . .317 A Carol ....... 343 ILLUSTRATIONS Then they made the sign which no Indian makes outside of the Medicine Lodges Frontispiece FACING PAGE "Admiral Boy Vice-Admiral Babe," says Glo- riana, "I cry your pardon' ... 44 I kneeled and he tapped me on the shoulder. ' Rise up, Sir Harry Dawe," he says . 76 "You'll do many things, and eating and drink- ing with a dead man beyond the world's end will be the least of them "... 298 INTRODUCTION ONCE upon a time, Dan and Una, brother and sister, the fortune living in the English country, had good to meet with Puck, alias Robin Goodfellow, alias Nick o' Lincoln, alias Lob-lie-by-the-Fire, the last survivor in England of those whom mortals call Fairies. Their proper name, of course, is The People of the Hills/ This Puck, by means of the magic of Oak, Ash, and Thorn, gave the children power To see what they should see and hear what they should hear, Though it should have happened three thousand year. The result was that from time to time, and in dif- ferent places on the farm and in the fields and the country about, they saw and talked to some rather interesting people. One of these, for instance, was a Knight of the Norman Conquest, another a young Centurion of a Roman Legion stationed in England, another a builder and decorator of King Henry VII's time; and so on and so forth; as I have tried to explain in a book called Puck of Pook's Hill. A year or so later, the children met Puck once more, and though they were then older and wiser, and wore boots regularly instead of going barefooted when they Xlll xiv REWARDS AND FAIRIES o-ot the Puck was as kind to them as ever, and D chance,' introduced them to more people of the old days. He was careful, of course, to take away their mem- ory of their walks and conversations afterward, but otherwise he did not interfere: and Dan and Una would find the strangest sort of persons in their gardens or woods. In the stories that follow I am trying to tell something about those people. Cold Iron COLD IRON WHEN Dan and Una had arranged to go out before breakfast, they did not remember it was Midsummer Morning. They only wanted to see the otter which, old Hobden said, had been fishing their brook for weeks; and early morning was the time to surprise him. As they tip-toed out of the house into the wonder- ful stillness, the church clock struck five. Dan took a few steps across the dew-blobbed lawn, and looked at his black footprints. ' I think we ought to be kind to our poor boots/ he said. They'll get horrid wet/ It was their first Summer in boots, and they hated them, so they took them off and slung them round their necks, and paddled joyfully over the dripping turf where the shadows lay the wrong way, like evening in the East. The sun was well up and warm, but, by the brook, the last of the night mist still fumed off the water. They picked up the chain of otter's footprints on the mud, and followed it from the bank, between the weeds and the drenched mowing, while the birds shouted with surprise. Then the track left the brook and became a smear, as though a log had been dragged along. 3 4 REWARDS AND FAIRIES the They traced it into Three Cows meadow, over mill-sluice to the Forge, round Hobden's garden, short turf and then up the slope till it ran out on the and fern of Pook's Hill, and they heard the cock- in behind them. pheasants crowing the woods 'No use!' said Dan, questing like a puzzled hound. 'The dew's drying off, and old Hobden says otters'll travel for miles/ 'I'm sure we've travelled miles/ Una fanned her- self with her hat. 'How still it is! It's going to be the where a regular roaster/ She looked down valley, no chimney yet smoked. 'Hobden's up!' Dan pointed to the open door he has of the Forge cottage. 'What d'you suppose for breakfast ?' 'One of them. He says they eat good all times of the year/ Una jerked her head at some stately pheasants going down to the brook for a drink. A few steps farther on a fox broke almost under their bare feet, yapped, and trotted off. 'Ah, Mus' Reynolds Mus' Reynolds/ Dan was quoting from old Hobden- 'If I knowed all you knowed, I'd know something/ 'I say/ Una lowered her voice, 'you know that funny feeling of things having happened before. I felt it when you said "Mus' Reynolds." ' ' ' So did I/ Dan began. What is it ? They faced each other stammering with excitement. 'Wait a shake! I'll remember in a minute. Wasn't 1 ' ' See The Winged Hats in Puck of PooVs Hill. COLD IRON 5 it something about a fox last year. Oh, I nearly 5 had it then! Dan cried. : 'Be quiet!' said Una, prancing excitedly. There was something happened before we met the fox last year. Hills! Broken Hills- -the play at the theatre - see what you see 'I remember now/ Dan shouted. 'It's as plain as the nose on your face - - Pook's Hill Puck's Hill Puck!' 'I remember, too,' said Una. 'And it's Mid- summer Day again!' The young fern on a knoll rustled, and Puck walked out, chewing a green-topped rush. 'Good Midsummer Morning to you! Here's a happy meeting,' said he. They shook hands all round, and asked questions. 'You've wintered well,' he said after a while, and looked them up and down. 'Nothing much wrong with you, seemingly/ 'They've put us into boots,' said Una. 'Look at my feet - - they're all pale white, and my toes are squdged together awfully.' 'Yes boots make a difference,' Puck wriggled his brown, square, hairy foot, and cropped a dande- lion flower between the big toe and the next.