The sound of its fall disturbed a hare. She limped from her form and ran across to a disused Mahomedan burial-ground, where the jawless skulls and rough-butted shank-bones, heartlessly exposed by the July rains, glimmered like mother o’ pearl on the rain-channelled soil.See also Something of MyselfChapter 3, and Gillian Sheehan's article on "Kipling and Medicine".
Some of them are imbued with somewhat grim notions, as in "The Undertaler's Horse", but are, clearly, designed to go no deeper than verse.
Publication history This poem (see ORG vol. 8 (V.I.) page 5091, verse No. 148) was first published, unsigned, in the Civil and Military Gazette on 9 October 1885. It is collected in:
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