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[at-l] Do you like Kipling?

I dunno, I've never Kippled before.

> From: Bucky <mfuller@somtel.com>
> To: AT-L <at-l@backcountry.net>
> Subject: Re: [at-l] My Year 2000 Springer Pack List
> Date: Sunday, August 22, 1999 11:17 PM
> I can't believe Solar Bear wrote:
> > This will probably gross some of you out, but my very light collapsible
> > pee bottle doubles as a water bottle during the day.  It's not the
> > but on a hot day when I need to carry two liters, I just rinse it out
> > fill it up.
> You may talk o' gin and beer
> When you're quartered safe out 'ere,
> An' you're sent to penny-hikes an' Aldershot it;
> But when it comes to thru-hikes
> You will do your work on water,
> An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
> In App'latia's sunny clime,
> Where I used to spend my time
> A-servin' of 'Er Majesty the Queen,
> Of all them tutued crew
> The finest man I knew
> Was our regimental bhisti, Solar Bear.
>       He was "Bear! Bear! Bear!
>   You limpin' lump o' brick-dust, Solar Bear!
>       Hi! slippery hitherao!
>       Water, get it!  Panee lao!
>   You squidgy-nosed old idol, Solar Bear."
> The Polartec 'e wore
> Was nothin' much before,
> An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind,
> For a piece o' twisty rag
> An' a collaps'ble water-bag
> Was all the field-equipment 'e could find.
> When the sweatin' hikers lay
> In a shelter through the day,
> Where the 'eat would make your bloomin' eyebrows crawl,
> We shouted "Harry By!"
> Till our throats were bricky-dry,
> Then we wopped 'im 'cause 'e couldn't serve us all.
>       It was "Bear! Bear! Bear!
>   You 'eathen, where the mischief 'ave you been?
>       You put some juldee in it
>       Or I'll marrow you this minute 
>   If you don't fill up my helmet, Solar Bear!"
> 'E would dot an' carry one
> Till the longest day was done;
> An' 'e didn't seem to know the use o' fear.
> If we yogied or hitched or cut,
> You could bet your bloomin' nut,
> 'E'd be waitin' fifty paces right flank rear.
> With 'is plat'pus on 'is back,
> 'E would skip with our attack,
> An' watch us till the bugles made "Retire",
> An' for all 'is dirty 'ide
> 'E was white, clear white, inside
> When 'e went to tend the wounded under fire!
>       It was "Bear! Bear! Bear!"
>   With the bullets kickin' dust-spots on the green.
>       When the cartridges ran out,
>       You could hear the front-files shout,
>   "Hi! ammunition-mules an' Solar Bear!"
> I shan't forgit the night
> When I dropped be'ind the fight
> With a bullet where my belt-plate should 'a' been.
> I was chokin' mad with thirst,
> An' the man that spied me first
> Was our good old grinnin', gruntin' Solar Bear.
> 'E lifted up my 'ead,
> An' he plugged me where I bled,
> An' 'e guv me 'arf-a-pint o' water-yellow:
> It was crawlin' and it stunk,
> But of all the drinks I've drunk,
> I'm gratefullest to one from Solar Bear.
>       It was "Bear! Bear! Bear!
>   'Ere's a beggar with a bullet through 'is spleen;
>       'E's chawin' up the ground,
>       An' 'e's kickin' all around:
>   For Gawd's sake git the water, Solar Bear!"
> 'E carried me away
> To where a dooli lay,
> An' a bullet come an' drilled the beggar clean.
> 'E put me safe inside,
> An' just before 'e died,
> "I 'ope you liked your drink", sez Solar Bear.
> So I'll meet 'im later on
> At the place where 'e is gone --
> Where it's always double drill and no canteen;
> 'E'll be squattin' on the coals
> Givin' drink to poor damned souls,
> An' I'll get a swig in hell from Solar Bear!
>       Yes, Bear! Bear! Bear!
>   You Lazarushian-leather Solar Bear!
>       Though I've belted you and flayed you,
>       By the livin' Gawd that made you,
>   You're a better man than I am, Solar Bear!
> --
> mfuller@somtel.com; Northern Franklin County, Maine         $
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