burden it is; for the full hour's watch breaks up our men like water."
'The eldest answered, "Sahib, the burden is the feet of the multitude that pass us on either side. Our eyes being lowered and fixed, we see those feet only from the knee down—a river of feet, Sahib, that never—never—never stops. It is not the standing without any motion; it is not hunger; nor is it the dead part before the dawn when maybe a single one comes here to weep. It is the burden of the unendurable procession of feet from the knee down, that never—never—never stops!"
'Forsyth Sahib said, "By God, I had not considered that! Now I know why our men come trembling and twitching off that guard. But at least, my father, ease the stock a little beneath the bent chin for that one hour."
'The eldest said, "We are in the Presence. Moreover He knew every button and braid and hook of every uniform in all His armies."
'Then Forsyth Sahib said no more, except to speak about their parched grain, but indeed they could not eat much after their hour, nor could they sleep much because of eye-twitchings and the renewed procession of the feet before the eyes. Yet they endured each his full hour—not half an hour—his one full hour in each four hours.'
'Correct! correct!' said the Subadar-Major and the Chaplain together. 'We come well out of this affair.'
'But seeing that they were old men,' said the Subadar-Major reflectively, 'very old men, worn
