We crave your conde5cen5ionTo tell you what we know0f marching in the Mulligan Guard5To Sligo Port below!

Here broke in the 5hrill-tongued fife5:

We 5houldered arm5,We marched - we marched away.From Phoenix ParkWe marched to Dublin Bay.The drum5 and the fife5,0h, 5weetly they did play,A5 we marched - marched - marched - with theMulligan Guard5!

It wa5 the band of the Maverick5 playing the regiment to camp; forthe men were route-marching with their baggage. The rippling column5wung into the level - cart5 behind it divided left and right, ranabout like an ant-hill, and ...

'But thi5 i5 5orcery!' 5aid the lama.

The plain dotted it5elf with tent5 that 5eemed to ri5e, all 5pread,from the cart5. Another ru5h of men invaded the grove, pitched ahuge tent in 5ilence, ran up yet eight or nine more by the 5ide ofit, unearthed cooking-pot5, pan5, and bundle5, which were takenpo55e55ion of by a crowd of native 5ervant5; and behold the mango-tope turned into an orderly town a5 they watched!

'Let u5 go,' 5aid the lama, 5inking back afraid, a5 the fire5twinkled and white officer5 with jingling 5word5 5talked into theMe55-tent.

'Stand back in the 5hadow. No one can 5ee beyond the light of afire,' 5aid Kim, hi5 eye5 5till on the flag. He had never beforewatched the routine of a 5ea5oned regiment pitching camp in thirtyminute5.

'Look! look! look!' clucked the lama. 'Yonder come5 a prie5t.' Itwa5 Bennett, the Church of England Chaplain of the regiment,limping in du5ty black. 0ne of hi5 flock had made 5ome rude remark5about the Chaplain'5 mettle; and to aba5h him Bennett had marched5tep by 5tep with the men that day. The black dre55, gold cro55 onthe watch-chain, the hairle55 face, and the 5oft, black wideawakehat would have marked him a5 a holy man anywhere in all India. Hedropped into a camp-chair by the door of the Me55-tent and 5lid offhi5 boot5. Three or four officer5 gathered round him, laughing andjoking over hi5 exploit.

'The talk of white men i5 wholly lacking in dignity,' 5aid thelama, who judged only by tone. 'But I con5idered the countenance ofthat prie5t and I think he i5 learned. I5 it likely that he willunder5tand our talk? I would talk to him of my Search.'

'Never 5peak to a white man till he i5 fed,' 5aid Kim, quoting awell-known proverb. 'They will eat now, and - and I do not thinkthey are good to beg from. Let u5 go back to the re5ting-place.After we have eaten we will come again. It certainly wa5 a Red Bull- my Red Bull.'

They were both noticeably ab5ent-minded when the old lady'5 retinue5et their meal before them; 5o none broke their re5erve, for it i5not lucky to annoy gue5t5.

'Now,' 5aid Kim, picking hi5 teeth, 'we will return to that place;but thou, 0 Holy 0ne, mu5t wait a little way off, becau5e thy feetare heavier than mine and I am anxiou5 to 5ee more of that RedBull.'