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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511136" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Truce of the Bear</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go<br>By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below.<br>Yearly by Muttianee he follows our white men in --<br>Matun, the old blind beggar, bandaged from brow to chin.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyeless, noseless, and lipless -- toothless, broken of speech,<br>Seeking a dole at the doorway he mumbles his tale to each;<br>Over and over the story, ending as he began:<br>"Make ye no truce with Adam-zad -- the Bear that walks like a Man!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"There was a flint in my musket -- pricked and primed was the pan,<br>When I went hunting Adam-zad -- the Bear that stands like a Man.<br>I looked my last on the timber, I looked my last on the snow,<br>When I went hunting Adam-zad fifty summers ago!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I knew his times and his seasons, as he knew mine, that fed<br>By night in the ripened maizefield and robbed my house of bread.<br>I knew his strength and cunning, as he knew mine, that crept<br>At dawn to the crowded goat-pens and plundered while I slept.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Up from his stony playground -- down from his well-digged lair --<br>Out on the naked ridges ran Adam-zad the Bear --<br>Groaning, grunting, and roaring, heavy with stolen meals,<br>Two long marches to northward, and I was at his heels!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Two long marches to northward, at the fall of the second night,<br>I came on mine enemy Adam-zad all panting from his flight.<br>There was a charge in the musket -- pricked and primed was the pan --<br>My finger crooked on the trigger -- when he reared up like a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Horrible, hairy, human, with paws like hands in prayer,<br>Making his supplication rose Adam-zad the Bear!<br>I looked at the swaying shoulders, at the paunch's swag and swing,<br>And my heart was touched with pity for the monstrous, pleading thing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Touched witth pity and wonder, I did not fire then . . .<br>I have looked no more on women -- I have walked no more with men.<br>Nearer he tottered and nearer, with paws like hands that pray --<br>From brow to jaw that steel-shod paw, it ripped my face away!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Sudden, silent, and savage, searing as flame the blow --<br>Faceless I fell before his feet, fifty summers ago.<br>I heard him grunt and chuckle -- I heard him pass to his den.<br>He left me blind to the darkened years and the little mercy of men.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Now ye go down in the morning with guns of the newer style,<br>That load (I have felt) in the middle and range (I have heard) a mile?<br>Luck to the white man's rifle, that shoots so fast and true,<br>But -- pay, and I lift my bandage and show what the Bear can do!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">(Flesh like slag in the furnace, knobbed and withered and grey --<br>Matun, the old blind beggar, he gives good worth for his pay.)<br>"Rouse him at noon in the bushes, follow and press him hard --<br>Not for his ragings and roarings flinch ye from Adam-zad.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But (pay, and I put back the bandage) this is the time to fear,<br>When he stands up like a tired man, tottering near and near;<br>When he stands up as pleading, in wavering, man-brute guise,<br>When he veils the hate and cunning of his little, swinish eyes;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"When he shows as seeking quarter, with paws like hands in prayer<br>That is the time of peril -- the time of the Truce of the Bear!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Eyeless, noseless, and lipless, asking a dole at the door,<br>Matun, the old blind beggar, he tells it o'er and o'er;<br>Fumbling and feeling the rifles, warming his hands at the flame,<br>Hearing our careless white men talk of the morrow's game;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Over and over the story, ending as he began: --<br>"There is no trnce with Adam-zad, the Bear that looks like a Man!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511136" data-title="The Truce of the Bear de Rudyard Kipling" data-description="Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go By the Pass called Muttianee, to shoot in the vale below. 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