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Six
SiimiUiuait ffimfs October 8, 19B0
DONKEY'S
BY ANAGARIKA
I sat propped up by a bale of
wool, smoking a cigarette in tbo crisp
night air, gazing at the star-spangled
sky and ruminating. The mountains
stoo I out in in blue black silhouttes.
The camp was all bustle with the pre-
parations for the evening meal, anil on
early bed down, after a long tiring day's
march.
I bad selected a spot rather remote,
and was therefore surprised to hear voices
close behind me. I slowly came to
earth and realised the intonations were
rather weird. 1 slewed round and peeped
ovvr my barricade and there beheld
two mules, one a sleek, black chap, and
the other a nondescript grey mate, nuz-
zling each other.
1 rubbed my eyes, and became
all ears
The Grey whinnied "Weil ! ,\>ll
fancy that.*'
This is the point where I tuned in.
Tin- Black—"ho you've been having a
dog's life since you left (en-
train."
The t Irev — ''One would credit these
monsters that trot about r#n
their hind legs with more
horse sense ! *'
'The Black—"What's biting you ?"
The Orej—''My blasted pack saddle doe!s
most the time. It's a fright-
ful journey this l'ekin Lhasa
hike."
The Black—"Oh come now! It must lie
a change from the Natu I.a
and drousy old Kalimpong".
ile Orey—"Don't ' I pine for those
nice warm suntiv davs \
SERENADE
SASANA RATNA
Tin' Black—"Sunny days my hoof! Rain
in bucket fulls, landslides and
mists. I'd welcome change
ct' scene-" —,
The Orey giving a loud neigh. "You
wouldn't if you had my
mulatcer to compete with*]
assure you.''
The Black—"What's his particular fobia?"
The Grey -"Careless loading and short
rations mainly. .Behold my
poor back and ribs. 1 am
known as 'Xylophone' now.''
The Black—"Well fancy that. I suppose
they try to knock out some
sort of tune on such an old
fiddle."
The Grey—"You uncouth brute ! Old
luldle indeed ! You are a
line one to bray considering
that old ass your mother.
She was a I Ihobi's d.mke -
wasn't she ?*■
The Black—"Tell me more about \our
driver.'
The Grey—-Well really he's an angle
compared to that son of hi-.'
The Black;—"You mean that little pock-
marked fellow 1 saw jllot
now y «L
The Grey—" That's him. A real snddist
if there ever was one."
The Black—Looks assanineto me m't'ear."
The Grey—"A veritable snake in the
grass, lb' kicks me when
hs Pa aint looking, and then
biiwls his head off when I
begin to retaliate."
The Black—"Well you have to pay the
price of toting ehincse silks
anil bricks ol U:t.
SiimiUiuait ffimfs October 8, 19B0
DONKEY'S
BY ANAGARIKA
I sat propped up by a bale of
wool, smoking a cigarette in tbo crisp
night air, gazing at the star-spangled
sky and ruminating. The mountains
stoo I out in in blue black silhouttes.
The camp was all bustle with the pre-
parations for the evening meal, anil on
early bed down, after a long tiring day's
march.
I bad selected a spot rather remote,
and was therefore surprised to hear voices
close behind me. I slowly came to
earth and realised the intonations were
rather weird. 1 slewed round and peeped
ovvr my barricade and there beheld
two mules, one a sleek, black chap, and
the other a nondescript grey mate, nuz-
zling each other.
1 rubbed my eyes, and became
all ears
The Grey whinnied "Weil ! ,\>ll
fancy that.*'
This is the point where I tuned in.
Tin- Black—"ho you've been having a
dog's life since you left (en-
train."
The t Irev — ''One would credit these
monsters that trot about r#n
their hind legs with more
horse sense ! *'
'The Black—"What's biting you ?"
The Orej—''My blasted pack saddle doe!s
most the time. It's a fright-
ful journey this l'ekin Lhasa
hike."
The Black—"Oh come now! It must lie
a change from the Natu I.a
and drousy old Kalimpong".
ile Orey—"Don't ' I pine for those
nice warm suntiv davs \
SERENADE
SASANA RATNA
Tin' Black—"Sunny days my hoof! Rain
in bucket fulls, landslides and
mists. I'd welcome change
ct' scene-" —,
The Orey giving a loud neigh. "You
wouldn't if you had my
mulatcer to compete with*]
assure you.''
The Black—"What's his particular fobia?"
The Grey -"Careless loading and short
rations mainly. .Behold my
poor back and ribs. 1 am
known as 'Xylophone' now.''
The Black—"Well fancy that. I suppose
they try to knock out some
sort of tune on such an old
fiddle."
The Grey—"You uncouth brute ! Old
luldle indeed ! You are a
line one to bray considering
that old ass your mother.
She was a I Ihobi's d.mke -
wasn't she ?*■
The Black—"Tell me more about \our
driver.'
The Grey—-Well really he's an angle
compared to that son of hi-.'
The Black;—"You mean that little pock-
marked fellow 1 saw jllot
now y «L
The Grey—" That's him. A real snddist
if there ever was one."
The Black—Looks assanineto me m't'ear."
The Grey—"A veritable snake in the
grass, lb' kicks me when
hs Pa aint looking, and then
biiwls his head off when I
begin to retaliate."
The Black—"Well you have to pay the
price of toting ehincse silks
anil bricks ol U:t.