“AwomanoftheHillsWebeLepchasofDarjiling，butmetheycallanoutlanderbecausemyhairisasthouseest。”
　　TheThibetanwoman，hiswife，touchedhimonthearmgently。
　　ThelongparleyoutsidetheforthadlastedfarintothedayItwasnowcloseupontwilight-thehouroftheAngelusVerysolemnlythered-headedbratsrosefromthefloorandformedasemicircle。
　　NamgayDoolalaidhisgunaside，lightedalittleoil-lamp，andsetitbeforearecessinthewallPullingbackawispofdirtycloth，herevealedawornbrasscrucifixleaningagainstthehelmetbadgeofalong-forgottenEastIndiaCompany’sregiment“Thusdidmyfather。”besaid，crossinghimselfclumsilyThewifeandchildrenfollowedsuitThen，alltogether，theystruckwill，letthismatterstandovertillthemorning。
　　Onlythegodscandorightinahurry，anditmaybethatyondervillagerhaslied。”
　　“Nay，forIknowthenatureofNamgayDoola；butsinceaguestasks，letthematterremainWiltthou，formysake，speakharshlytothisred-headedoutlander？Hemaylistentothee。”
　　Imadeanattemptthatveryevening，butforthelifeofmeIcouldnotkeepmycountenanceNamgayDoolagrinnedsopersuasivelyandbegantotellmeaboutabigbrownbearinapoppyfieldbytheriverWouldIcaretoshootthatbear？Ispokeau~terelyonthesinofdetectedconspiracyandthecertaintyofpunishmentNamgayDoola’sfacecloudedforamomentShortlyafterwardhewithdrewfrommytent，andIheardhimsingingsoftlyamongthepinesThewordswereunintelligibletome，butthetune，likehisliquid，insinuatingspeech，seemedtheghostofsomethingstrangelyfamiliar。
　　“Dirbanemard-i-yemendirToweereealagee。”
　　croonedNamgayDoolaagainandagain，andIrackedmybrainforthatlosttuneItwasnottillafterdinnerthatIdiscoveredsomeonehadcutasquarefootofvelvetfromthecentreofmybest。mera-clothThisrAademesoangrythatIwandereddownthevalleyinthehopeofmeetingthebigbrownbearIcouldhearhimgruntinglikeadiscontentedpiginthepoppyfieldasIwaitedshoulderdeepinthedew-drippingIndiancorntocatchhimafterhismealThemoonwasatfullanddrewoutthescentofthetasseledcropThenI
　　heardtheanguishedbellowofaHimalayancow-oneofthelittleblackcrummiesnobiggerthanNewfoundlanddogsTwoshadowsthatlookedlikeabearandhercubhurriedpastmeIwasintheactoffiringwhenIsawthateachboreabrilliantredheadThelesseranimalwastrailingsomethingrope-likethatleftadarktrackonthepathTheywerewithinsixfeetofme，andtheshadowofthemoonlightlayvelvet-blackontheirfacesVelvet-blackwasexactlytheword，forbyallthepowersofmoonlighttheyweremaskedinthevelvetofmycamera-clothImarveled，andwenttobed。
　　NextmorningthekingdomwasinanuproarNamgayDoola，mensaid，hadgoneforthinthenightandwithasharpknifehadcutoffthetailofacowbelongingtotherabbit-facedvillagerwhohadbetrayedhimItwassacrilegeunspeakableagainsttheholycow！
　　Thestatedesiredhisblood，huthehadretreatedintohishut，barricadedthedoorsandwindowswithbigstones，anddefiedtheworld。
　　ThekingandIandthepopulaceapproachedthehutcautiously。
　　Therewasnohopeofcapturingourmanwithoutlossoflife，forfromaholeinthewallprojectedthemuzzleofanextremelywell-cared-forgun-theonlyguninthestatethatcouldshoot。
　　NamgayDoolahadnarrowlymissedavillagerjustbeforewecameup。
　　Thestandingarmystood。
　　Itcoulddonomore，forwhenitadvancedpiecesofsharpshaleflewfromthewindowsTothesewereaddedfromtimetotimeshowersofscaldingwaterWesawredbeadsbobbingupanddownwithinThefamilyofNamgayDoolaWORKSOFRUDYARDKIPLING
　　wereaidingtheirsireBlood-curdlingyellsofdefianceweretheonlyanswertoourprayers。
　　“Never。”saidtheking，puffing，“hassuchathingbefallenmystate。
　　NextyearIwillcertainlybuyalittlecan-non。”Helookedatmeimploringly。
　　“Isthereanypriestinthekingdomtowhomhewilllisten？”saidI，foralightwasbeginningtobreakuponme。
　　“Heworshipshisowngod。”saidtheprimeminister“Wecanbutstarvehimout。”
　　“Letthewhitemanapproach。”saidNamgayDoolafromwithin。
　　“AllothersIwillkillSendmethewhiteman。”
　　ThedoorwasthrownopenandIenteredthesmokyinteriorofaThibetanhutcrammedwithchildrenAndeverychildhadflamingredhairAfreshgatheredcow’staillayonthefloor，andbyitssidetwopiecesofblackvelvet-~yblackvelvet-rudelyhackedintothesemblanceofmasks。
　　“Andwhatisthisshame，NamgayDoola？”Iasked。
　　Hegrinnedmorecharminglythanever“Thereisnoshame。”saidhe“Ididbutcutoffthetailofthatman’scowHebetrayedmeI
　　wasmindedtoshoothim，sahib，butnottodeathIndeed，nottodeath；onlyinthelegs。”
　　“Andwhyatall，sinceitisthecustomtopayrevenuetotheking？
　　Whyatall？”
　　“Bythegodofmyfather，Icannottell。”saidNamgayDoola。
　　“Andwhowasthyfather？”
　　“Thesamethathadthisgun。”Heshowedmehisweapon，aTowermusket，bearingdate1832andthestampoftheHonorableEastIndiaCompany。
　　“Andthyfather’sname？”saidI。
　　“TimlayDoola。”saidhe“Atthefirst，Ibeingthenalittlechild，itisinmymindthatheworearedcoat。”
　　“OfthatIhavenodoubt；butrepeatthenameofthyfathertwiceorthrice。”
　　Heobeyed，andIunderstoodwhencethepuzzlingaccentinhisspeechcame“ThimlaDhula！”saidhe，excitedly“TothishourI
　　worshiphisgod。”
　　“MayIseethatgod？”
　　“Inalittlewhile-attwilighttime。”
　　“Rememberestthouaughtofthyfather’sspeech？”
　　“ItislongagoButtherewasonewordwhichhesaidoftenThus，’’Shun！’ThenIandmybrethrenstooduponourfeet，ourhandstooursides，thus。”
　　“EvensoAndwhatwasthymother？”
　　“AwomanoftheHillsWebeLepchasofDarjiling，butmetheycallanoutlanderbecausemyhairisasthouseest。”
　　TheThibetanwoman，hiswife，touchedhimonthearmgently。
　　ThelongparleyoutsidetheforthadlastedfarintothedayItwasnowcloseupontwilight-thehouroftheAngelusVerysolemnlythered-headedbratsroscfromthefloorandformedasemicircle。
　　NamgayDoolalaidhisgunaside，lightedalittleoil-lamp，andsetitbeforearecessinthewallPullingbackawispofdirtycloth，herevealedawornbrasscrucifixleaningagainstthehelmetbadgeofalong-forgottenEastIndiaCompany’sregiment“Thusdidmyfather。”hesaid，crossinghimselfclumsilyThewifeandchildrenfollowedsuitThen，alltogether，theystruckupthewailingchamthatIheardonthehillside：
　　“Dirbanemard-i-yemendirToweereealagee。”
　　IwaspuzzlednolongerAgainandagaintheysung，asiftheirheartswouldbreak，theirversionofthechorusof“TheWearingoftheGreen“：
　　“They’rehangingmenandwomen，too，Forthewearingofthegreen，。”
　　AdiabolicalinspirationcametomeOneofthebrats，aboyabouteightyearsold-couldhehavebeeninthefieldslastnight？-waswatchingmeashesungIpulledoutarupee，heldthecoinbetweenfingerandthumb，andlooked-onlylook-atthegunleaningagainstthewallAgrinofbrilliantandperfectcomprehensionoverspreadhisporringer-likefaceNeverforaninstantstoppingthesong，heheldouthishandforthemoney，andthenslidtheguntomyhandImighthaveshotNamgayDooladeadashechanted，butIwassatisfiedTheinevitableblood-instinctheldtrueNamgayDooladrewthecurtainacrosstherecessAngeluswasover。
　　“ThusmyfathersungTherewasmuchmore，butIhaveforgotten，andIdonotknowthepurportofeventhesewords，butitmaybethatthegodwillunderstandIamnotofthispeople，andIwillnotpayrevenue。”
　　“Andwhy？”
　　Againthatsoul-compellinggrin“Whatoccupationwouldbetomebetweencropandcrop？ItisbetterthanscaringbearsButthesepeopledonotunderstand。”
　　Hepickedthemasksoffthefloorandlookedinmyfaceassimplyasachild。
　　“Bywhatroaddidstthouattainknowledgetomakethosedeviltries？”Isaid，pointing。
　　“IcannottellIambutaLepchaofDarjiling，andyetthestuff“-
　　“Whichthouhaststolen。”saidI“Nay，surelyDidIsteal？I
　　desireditsoThestuff-thestuffWhatelseshouldIhavedonewiththestuff？”Hetwistedthevelvetbetweenhisfingers。
　　“Butthesinofmaimingthecow-considerthat。”
　　“Oh，sahib，themanbetrayedme；theheifer’stailwavedinthemoonlight，andIhadmyknifeWhatelseshouldIhavedone？ThetailcameoffereIwasawareSahib，thouknowestmorethanI。”
　　“Thatistrue。”saidI“StaywithinthedoorIgotospeaktotheking。”ThepopulationofthestatewererangedonthehillsideI
　　wentforthandspoke。
　　“Oking。”saidI，“touchingthisman，therebetwocoursesopentothywisdomThoucansteitherhanghimfromatree-heandhisbrood-tillthereremainsnohairthatisredwithinthyland。”
　　“Nay。”saidtheking“WhyshouldIhurtthelittlechildren？”
　　Theyhadpouredoutofthehutandweremakingplumpobeisancestoevery-bodyNamgayDoolawaitedatthedoorwithhisgunacrosshisarm。
　　“Orthoucanst，discardingtheirimpietyofthecow-maiming，raisehimtohonorinthyarmyHecomesofaracethatwillnotpayrevenueAredflameisinhisbloodwhichcomesoutatthetopofhisbeadinthatglowinghairMakehimchiefofthyarmyGivehimhonorasmaybefallandfullallowanceofwork，butlooktoit，oh，king，thatneitherhenorhisholdafootofearthfromtheehenceforwardFeedhimwithwordsandfavor，andalsoliquorfromcertainbottlesthatthouknowestof，andhewillbeabulwarkofdefenseButdenyhimevenatuft-letofgrassforhisownThisisthenaturethatGodhasgivenhimMoreover，hehasbrethren“-
　　Thestategroanedunanimously。
　　“Butifhisbrethrencometheywillsurelyfightwitheachothertilltheydie；orelsetheonewillalwaysgiveinformationconcerningtheotherShallhebeofthyarmy，oh，king？Choose“
　　Thekingbowedhishead，andIsaid：
　　“Comeforth，NamgayDoola，andcommandtheking’sarmyThynameshallnomorebeNamgayinthemouthsofmen，butPatsayDoola，for，asthouhasttrulysaid，Iknow。”
　　ThenNamgayDoola，never-christenedPatsayDoola，sonofTimlayDoola-whichisTimDoolan-claspedtheking’sfeet，cuffedthestandingarmy，andhurriedinanagonyofcontritionfromtempletotemplemakingofferingsforthesinofthecattle-maiming。
　　Andthekingwassopleasedwithmyperspicacitythatheofferedtosellmeavillagefor20poundssterlingButIbuynovillageintheHimalayassolongasoneredheadflaresbetweenthetailoftheheaven-climbingglacierandthedarkbirchforest。
　　Iknowthatbreed。