Rudyard Kipling,
The Second Jungle Book — Chil's Song
(1895)
“ Here’s an end of every trail--they shall not follow more. These were my companions. Pity ’twas they died! (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to comfort them that knew them in their pride. (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Tattered flank and sunken eye, open mouth and red, Locked and lank and lone they lie, the dead upon their dead. Here’s an end of every trail--and here my hosts are fed. ”
