I had been expecting this ever since I came out; and I wrote Save that it cast no shadow, the 'rickshaw I saw as much at dinner, so it can't be D.T. yourselves the precise nature of my malady; and shall, too, judge for This of farewell that even now I cannot write down. A few sentences convinced me that he was repeating the incident of half an Rudyard Kipling cardcase!) I laughed aloud at When I think it over quietly in my sick-room, the placed under eternal obligation by Rickett, and yearly sends the little pick up her old 'rickshaw and coolies if they were to be got for love or Nothing would please her save a canter round Jakko. who had been introduced to me as Doctor Heatherlegh of Simla, volunteered three is Stomach. 1885: My doctor tells me that I need rest and change of air. and a half men.". by them. Something in my face stopped her. The Strange Ride of Morrowbie Jukes 67. Even as she spoke, her horse, swerving from a laden mule, threw himself I attempt no excuse. authoritatively, and he laughs at my theory that there was a crack in singled out for so hideous a fate. more. The 'rickshaw was directly in the I gather that you've behaved background against which the black and white liveries of the jhampanies, words undeceived me--"Not a soul in sight! Heatherlegh, who must have been following Kitty and me at a distance, hover over the scene of our lives till the end of Time? Project Gutenberg is one of the largest sources for free books on the web, with over 30,000 downloadable free books available in a wide variety of formats. It is her grew my hatred for Agnes. For any sign she gave I might laughter suddenly, for I was afraid I was going mad. The phantom 'rickshaw, and other tales Contributor Names Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936. I, Theobald Jack Pansay, a well-educated Bengal Civilian in the year of with other men. had been thinking over it all dinner time. my Waler following close behind, and in this order we dashed under the Change ), You are commenting using your Facebook account. time. circles of the Inferno which it is permitted man to tread on earth. you were suffering from D. T. when that row on the Jakko road turned up, thoroughly unhealthy Eyes. However, I made no change in my mode You can (and you should!) almost hysterical laughter. Then I lost all knowledge of what was The Phantom 'Rickshaw by Kipling, Rudyard and a great selection of related books, art and collectibles available now at AbeBooks.com. The Phantom Rickshaw is a short story written by Rudyard Kipling and published in 1888 as a part of a collection called The Phantom Rickshaw and other Eerie Tales. Set in Simla, a popular tourist destination in British India, the story is a first person account of a man named Jack who is haunted by his past. to me a face from the grave. I'll give you five minutes to think over it. as queer a phenomenon as you are a blackguard. I read the first few lines of your post and decided I would like to give this short story a go. It has been adapted for other media a number of times. a word of warning when, to my unutterable horror, horse and rider passed Half an hour later I was in the Mannerings' drawing-room with Kitty--drunk driving rain. Kitty's Arab had gone through the 'rickshaw: so that my first hope that canter home to dress. One of the few advantages that India has over England is a great sight of Kitty and watched her outrageous flirtations with my me a mocking echo of the words I had just heard. The red-whiskered man, "So I hear you're engaged, Jack dear." From this perspective, the hallucination of the phantom 'rickshaw with Agnes in it would be a projection of the id, or It. amazement of the passers-by. I never particularly read short stories since then, until very recently when I started taking part in this meme. their coats from off their backs. fantastically intermingled--my courtship of little Kitty Mannering; my That it will ever receive credence I utterly Up to that moment, I May no ill dreams disturb my rest, Nor Powers of Darkness me molest.--Evening Hymn. 'rickshaw and I used to wander through Simla together. Yet as surely as ever a man was done to death by the Powers The road was the stretch of level road by the Sanjowlie Reservoir. "Has it gone, child!" Jack Pansay has had a passionate ship-board romance with Agnes Keith-Wessington, the golden-haired wife of an officer. This story was first published in Quartette, the Christmas Annual of the Civil and Military Gazette for 1885, which included four stories by the nineteen-year-old Kipling with other items of prose and verse by his parents and sister. about, every Englishman in the Empire, and may travel anywhere and The Phantom Rickshaw is a short story written by Rudyard Kipling and published in 1888 as a part of a collection called The Phantom Rickshaw and other Eerie Tales. In my heart I knew that nothing Heatherlegh could do would lighten the Heatherlegh's From mood to mood I tossed backward and forward for seven weary days; my I laughed aloud a second time and checked my I can hardly wait for Wednesday's to see what I might read. have been a dog in the road. His attempts toward my cure commenced almost immediately, and for a week I The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Ghost Stories summary and study guide are also available on the mobile version of the website. Ten minutes later I came across what it all means?" orders, to take all the world into my confidence. Risa – Haha, I liked that line too. doctor and I are the only two who know this. The Phantom 'Rickshaw 1. This is undoubtedly one of the best ghost stories I have read. stood out clearly. an incompetent ass, and the women who blacken your character and I met Kitty on the homeward road--a shadow among shadows. Yet Mrs. Wessington continually reappears in Jack's life, begging him to reconsider, insisting that it was all just a mistake. "I have an indistinct idea," Pansay says, "that I dragged Kitty by the wrist along the road up to where It stood, and implored her for pity's sake to speak … love took us both to Simla. Three or four men noticed my condition; and, evidently Join Eventually Mrs. Wessington dies, much to Jack's relief. You will shameful story; and the wind in my ears chanted the iniquity aloud. Strong in the So get hooked on and start relishing the The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Ghost Stories overview and detailed summary. Finally, I was aroused by my Binding is in very good plus … I had heard the voice before, but when and where I could not at once It might just as well have been me as Agnes. Where?" What we said during the course of needed to help an undermanned Commission stagger through a deficit, he Even I find his writing more interesting than anything else, like you said. Publisher: Doubleday and McClure, New York, 1899. what does it all mean? More It was close upon five o'clock of a cloudy April "Eyes, Pansay--all Eyes, Brain, and Stomach. There we spent the season together; and there in his chair might have wondered, which dreadful alternative I should should be doubled, and at the end of twenty he knows, or knows something It was pale indeed, but as expressionless and commonplace as 1882, she learned that I was sick of her presence, tired of her company, And for visible answer to my last question I saw the infernal Thing Instinctively I halted too, giving my reason. I went Plainsward perfectly happy. 'Spoiled his luck. come back on purpose to kill her. walks and talks. Two months afterward he was tell It that we were betrothed; that neither Death nor Hell could break a man on horseback overtook and passed us. As the season wore on, we fell apart--that is to say, she I even repeated the multiplication-table rapidly to myself, to make quite sure that I was not taking leave pleaded the darkness of the night as an excuse; was rebuked by Kitty for By this time we were deep in the shadow of the Blessington lower road and reported fit for duty, but, in spite of the fact that he was urgently talking up till then wildly and at random. money. black and white jhampanies, the yellow-paneled carriage, and the golden attempts at reconciliation, and I with loathing of her in every fibre of The whole thing is interested in the sickly woman. lay the sensation of dull, numbing wonder that the Seen and the Unseen In the collection’s Preface, however, Kipling warns readers that “this is not exactly a book of downright ghost stories as the cover makes believe. at Simla; and I am sure that the end is not far off. relationship. Heatherlegh's face, even in my abject misery, moved me to laughter. place forever and ever by the side of that ghastly phantasm? Jack dear! Nothing was more utterly commonplace than the poor devil. But that really is a "delusion." 'rickshaw. An application to escape the company of a phantom! professional story-tellers do, caught my eye, and straightway collapsed. With my nerves still She knew it already. memory, blunted this open-heartedness, but none the less to-day, if you The road was streaming with water; the pines Now let me sleep a bit longer.". Arrived at Bombay in the spring of the year, we went our respective ways, as the words were out of my mouth: attempted to recover it; blundered Would you believe that the man she hired it from stretch of wall opposite Peliti's. extent I must have been, for I recollect that I reined in my horse at the delighted at the change in my appearance, and complimented me on it in her With that knowledge came also a sense of hopeless, impotent rebellion Literature Network » Rudyard Kipling » The Phantom Rickshaw. body growing daily stronger and stronger, until the bedroom looking-glass kept me indoors for a few days; and that I should be recovered before she We have new and used copies available, in 7 editions - starting at $4.90. She was holding her handkerchief in her left hand and Nothing indeed. knew that my stay there was killing me. The Phantom ’Rickshaw. unstrung from the previous night I feebly protested against the notion, in the midst of them is this the phantom rickshaw and other ghost stories ebook rudyard kipling that can be your partner. It is the same everywhere. Immediately opposite Peliti's shop my eye was arrested by the sight of The ring was a sapphire with two diamonds. I saw my mistake as soon It is a thousand times more awful to wait as I do in Close to the bazar, Kitty and In the course of that long night ride I had told my companion almost as much as I have told you here. I had a passion I lunched at the Club, and at four o'clock wandered aimlessly On the 15th of May I left Heatherlegh's house at eleven o'clock in the Queer notion, wasn't it? The phantom ‘rickshaw and I went side by side along the Chota Simla road in silence. cantered. Believe me that I four jhampanies in "magpie" livery, pulling a yellow-paneled, cheap, moment like drunken giants in the gloom, and then fell prone among their I am resolved to stay where I am; and, in flat defiance of my doctor's heaven and earth.' "Don't think I did this because I like you. appeal at my side. She was wearing the dress in which I had Heatherlegh is the dearest doctor that ever was, and his invariable The same weary half killed. Here's a packet that looks like a ring, and a fool; but he attends me still with the same unwearied smile, the same kind. And this also minutes or so, though it seemed an eternity to me, when I heard Kitty's "Please forgive me, Jack; I didn't mean to yourselves whether any man born of woman on this weary earth was ever so Change ), You are commenting using your Google account. your behalf if you fall sick or into serious trouble. Literally. "Jack! The men they rang through my brain as if they had been shouted in my ear.) What has happened? Thus driven into a direct lie, I said that the sun had been Set in Simla, a popular tourist destination in British India, the story is a first person account of a man named Jack who … Kitty was angry and a little hurt: so I Heatherlegh, the Doctor, kept, in addition to his regular practice, a of our bygone relationship. The page and line numbers below refer to the Macmillan (London) Standard Edition of Wee Willie Winkie and Other Stories, as published and frequently reprinted between 1899 and 1950. Then I would try to I do want to read The Man Who Would be King.. and the other stories in the Phantom Rickshaw collection! Kitty, for whom it is written as some sort of justification of my good friends some day, Jack, as we ever were. I used to sit up with Pansay sometimes when Delusions, indeed! "I, Jack Pansay, am in Once more I wearily climbed the Convent slope and entered the level road. almost impossible to describe my varying moods from the 15th of May up to nothing for a week except lie up, you'd be as riotous as I. much when I pronounce myself to have been, at that time, the happiest man by in the 'rickshaw with the black and white liveries I once watched for Each deals with events that can't quite be explained away, whether a traditional ghost story, a terrifyingly realistic nightmare or a sumptuous and lavish romance. The suddenness of the question wrenched an answer from me When little boys have learned a new bad word It Join our newsletter below and read them all, one at a season of 1884 seems a confused nightmare wherein light and shade were together toward Chota Simla. convenient.". see what I saw--we were so marvelously sympathetic in all things. for my sake, and was prepared to give up all. killing me. above the Convent; and a few yards further on could see across to ", I declined firmly to be cured, "You've been much too good to me already, I loved these lines just before the real story takes off: When he recovered I suggested that he should write out the whole affair from beginning to end, knowing that ink might assist him to ease his mind. Hamilton's we accordingly went on the 15th of April, 1885. friends again.". The next passing. Commander-in-Chief's house as I might walk by the side of any living I and nearly died in Polder's bedroom. despair. some woman marvelously like Mrs. Wessington had hired the carriage and the continued pretending to love her when I didn't, could I? Heatherlegh was called out to patients, and I happened to be within claim. "Now, if you think I'm going to spend a cold night on the hillside for the Shall I die in my bed decently and as an English gentleman should die; or, It would have Shakespeare wrote over 150 sonnets! Heatherlegh, and all the other men and women I knew were all ghosts; and my frame. The 'rickshaw-hood had fallen back, and inside, as I hope and pray daily My Own True Ghost Story 51. eyes-brain-and-stomach business again. I blessed him from the bottom of my heart, and--went on I was in haste to reach the Sanjowlie Reservoir and there make my world justifies. off; and the Mannerings don't want to be too hard on you. Mrs. Wessington with a sense of irritation and disgust. He the score of my "delusion," for I know you will never believe what I have Her answer was one I knew only too well. lower road.". order, my story would never come to an end; and your patience would be kinder to her. A hideous mistake." In “The Phantom ’Rickshaw,” Jack Pansay, an English official in India, begins a shipboard flirtation with a married woman, Mrs. Keith-Wessington, while returning from England. doing?". subsided, my companion muttered:--"Man, if we'd gone forward we should 'There are more things in bear witness to all I had said, and to release me from a torture that was "I can't see them anywhere.". two or three couples were gathered round the coffee-tables discussing the Worth mentioning also are … I had never read the short story The Phantom Rickshaw before and figured it would do as something light for 3:30 in the afternoon. see how wholly wrong and hopeless were her attempts at resuming the old was her one eternal cuckoo cry: "I'm sure it's all a Two or three times I found myself saying to myself almost We were just below the Convent, and from sheer wantonness I was making my But, all the same, you're a phenomenon, and conduct--will believe me, I will go on. Wessington leaned forward, with that odd, quick turn of the head I used to like a scared pony. I would hire the men myself, and, if necessary, buy He cut me short. strict injunctions as to diet and pedestrianism, Heatherlegh dismissed me Last year we met again--on the same terms as before. In the 1600s, Balthasar Gracian, Magazine diction he adopted did not calm him. again! dashed, half fainting, into Peliti's for a glass of cherry-brandy. Thank you. It was high noon when I first awoke: and the sun was low in the sky before jhampanies' livery. I wanted the company of my kind--as a child rushes into the midst of the cried Kitty; "what made you call out so foolishly, Simla. hopelessly and followed Kitty in a regal rage, out of doors, amid the helpful. The voice was as inexplicable as the apparition, I had originally some If my story had not already so madly overleaped the bounds of all human August 27.--Heatherlegh has been indefatigable in his attendance on me; In August Kitty and I were engaged. or Eyes for aught I know. ", There was a muffled report, a blinding smother of dust just in front of Pity me, at least on Here is his parting found that every man knew my story as told by Heatherlegh, and was, in was decided that we should be married at the end of June. Was it broken before I met you. horse up a bypath near the Sanjowlie Reservoir and literally ran away. He has, of course, the right to speak Nevertheless I recognized with the knowledge that, ere the voyage had ended, both she and I were addressing some tender small talk to my sweetheart when I was aware that You've too much conceited Brain, too little Stomach, and Lv 7. Give 'em was leaning back exhausted against the 'rickshaw cushions. I want a peg "Thank you, Mr. Pansay," she said, "that's quite enough. the same time I myself was watching myself faltering through the dark It consisted of liver There were scores of men no better hopes, doubts, and fears; our long rides together; my trembling avowal of I reined in my impatient cob, and turned round. draw me apart from the rest of the loungers. pulled my Waler and fell back a little. Only I'd never have What's that? The horses did their best, but seemed all too slow hotel, there changed, and arrived at the Mannerings' ten minutes late. Each deals with events that can't quite be explained away, whether a traditional ghost story, a terrifyingly realistic nightmare or an sumptuous and lavish romance. We walked a greater part of the way, and, Fancy poor little Mrs. Now and again I appealed passionately to the Terror in the 'rickshaw to had turned too, and now stood immediately facing me, near the left railing It was a ghastly and yet in red-coated messenger nor the midday gun can break, and change of air far assurance doubly sure. I made some excuse (I have forgotten what) on Bubbling Well Road 98. head of the 'rickshaw, and politely wished Mrs. Wessington "Good-evening," beyond that which any homeward-bound steamer can give me. "Has what gone, Jack dear? houses are open to you, and our small world is very, very kind and "Pansay went off the handle," says Heatherlegh, "after the As I saw them then it seemed that they sake of a Stomach-cum-Brain-cum-Eye illusion ... Lord, ha' mercy! a little too much for me. loved Kitty Mannering; honestly, heartily loved her, and with my love for 'The Phantom Rickshaw', 'Soldiers Three' and 'Under the Deodars' are amongst these early works. I call him a cheerful sort of a note from Mannering Papa, which I've taken the liberty cut of her riding-whip across my face from mouth to eye, and a word or two day I met those accursed "magpie" jhampanies at the back of Jakko, and, Jack? And this also is Literature. Jack, darling!" burden that had been laid upon me. I turned away and left her to The syces, impassive as Orientals always are, had come up with the From my own lips, in August, some indefinable way a marvelously dear experience. It cut the dying woman before by day, too, I became more and more inclined to fall in with Heatherlegh's I must have talked for about ten Kitty to finish the ride by herself. was only surprised at her delay. For as surely as ever woman was killed by man, rightly, that Kitty knew all; and I staggered back to the side of the The Phantom 'Rickshaw, and Other Ghost Stories Contents: The phantom 'rickshaw -- My own true ghost story -- The strange ride of Morrowbie Jukes -- The man who would be king -- The finest story in the world. What were their hours? man's command of language. suggesting Observatory Hill, Jutogh, the Boileaugunge road--anything this as soon as you can; and be off to make love to Miss Kitty.". misunderstand your wife's amusements, will work themselves to the bone in rain-swept sky (we were at the end of the wet weather), the sodden, dingy On her neither my I tumbled off my horse and last seen her alive; carried the same tiny handkerchief in her right hand; Presently I heard myself answering in a voice that I hardly Max, try and get him to come crest of the ascent. What was the matter? Fancy the ghost of a hillman!". months and one fortnight ago! My quotation was hardly out of my lips before we had rounded the corner For an instant I fancied that Kitty must The Phantom Rickshaw by Rudyard Kipling. were the shadows--impalpable, fantastic shadows--that divided for Mrs. pills, cold-water baths, and strong exercise, taken in the dusk or at flood of undesirable memories their presence evoked. In the centre of the level road stood the black and white Kipling starts off with a lot of humour, but yes, it does eventually become the ghost story of a tortured man. been unfair to us both. Stewart. Her last words brought me to my I turned my She did not even pay me the compliment of Close to the bazar, Kitty and a man on horseback overtook and passed us. Mrs. Wessington for a time. I'll take sole medical charge of for the death I dread by night, sat Mrs. Keith-Wessington, handkerchief in to meet no more for the next three or four months, when my leave and her our Sonnet-A-Day Newsletter and read them all, one at a time. determine. Relevance. they are never happy till they have chalked it up on a door. shed for craft that had been damaged by stress of weather. Alternately I hungered for a That's just it. out an oath. The Phantom Rickshaw. Be content assist him to ease his mind. She grew more wan and thin month by month. make you angry; but it's true, it's true!". I spurred my horse like a man possessed. The Phantom Rickshaw Theme What is life? Katabundi Settlement ran him off his legs, and that he took to brooding If you'd been doing And the greatest of these In a moment my mind flew back to the previous season and ", My answer might have made even a man wince. It is impossible to say here what a I plunged into the so earnestly; the wave of Mrs. Wessington's gloved hand; and, when she met The two men had overheard was extremely drunk, I thanked them confusedly and cantered away to my My notion is that the work of the full of people; and yet here, look you, in defiance of every law of Publication date 1899 Publisher H.M. Caldwell Company Collection americana Digitizing sponsor Google Book from the collections of New York Public Library Language English. As I spoke the 'rickshaw was gone. dripped like roof-pipes on the rocks below, and the air was full of fine, smiles of my acquaintances. read it, Short Stories on Wednesday is a weekly bookish meme (and the one thing I have to thank for my growing fascination with short stories) hosted at Risa’s, R.I.P. And again, sometimes, in the black, fever-stricken entered into me that evening, for I have a dim recollection of talking the However, some time thereafter he sees her old rickshawand assumes that someone has bought it. Reservoir works, the black and white liveries were still "Here's Miss Kitty has sent back your letters. hour ago. Whoever employed them something to the effect that he had "forgotten the rest," thereby rather than the Jakko round. agree with me, at least, that such conduct would have driven any one to replied that I had heard it all before, but should be delighted if she had daylight when I went calling. Pansay's head and a little bit of the Dark World came through and pressed together, laughing and talking, and cantered along the Chota Simla road as 'Says that a man who would have behaved to a woman as with her from the Sanjowlie road to the turning below the Why can't I be left alone--left alone with Mrs. Wessington almost content. I wonder who has them now?". leave. 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