Chapter 13

by Rudyard Kipling

  His own greediness killed the tiger; but the hunter got the Government reward just the same.—Native Proverb.

  [Who hath desired the Sea — the immense and contemptuous surges?

  The shudder, the stumble, the swerve ere the star-stabbing bow-spirit emerges —

  The orderly clouds of the Trades and the ridged roaring sapphire thereunder —

  Unheralded cliff-lurking flaws and the head-sails’ low-volleying thunder?

  His Sea is no wonder the same — his Sea and the same in each wonder —

  His Sea that his being fulfils?

  So and no otherwise — so and no otherwise Hill-men desire their Hills!]


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