the white mans burden and the man who would be king complete this chart and answer the questions.

the white mans burden and the man who would be king complete this chart and answer the questions.

It was said: Based on the two poems : the white mans burden and the man who would be king complete this chart and answer the questions.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
Send forth the best ye breed–
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives’ need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild–
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek another’s profit,
And work another’s gain.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
The savage wars of peace–
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease;
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hopes to nought.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper–
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,
The roads ye shall not tread,
Go mark them with your living,And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
And reap his old reward:
The blame of those ye better,
The hate of those ye guard–
The cry of hosts ye humour
(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:–
“Why brought he us from bondage,
Our loved Egyptian night?”

Take up the White Man’s burden–
Ye dare not stoop to less–
Nor call too loud on Freedom
To cloke your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples
Shall weigh your gods and you.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
Have done with childish days–
The lightly proferred laurel,
The easy, ungrudged praise.
Comes now, to search your manhood
Through all the thankless years
Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom,
The judgment of your peers!

THE MAN WHO WOULD BE KING“I can’t tell all we did for the next six
months because Dravot did a lot I couldn’t
see the hang of, and he learned their lingo
in a way I never could. My work was to
help the people plough, and now and again
to go out with some of the Army and see
what the other villages were doing, and
make ’em throw rope-bridges across the
ravines which cut up the country horrid.
Dravot was very kind to me, but when he
walked up and down in the pine wood pulling
that bloody red beard of his with both
fists I knew he was thinking plans I could
not advise him about, and I just waited for
orders.“But Dravot never showed me disrespect
before the people. They were afraid of me
and the Army, but they loved Dan. He
was the best of friends with the priests and
the Chiefs; but any one could come across
the hills with a complaint and Dravot would
hear him out fair, and call four priests together
and say what was to be done. He
used to call in Billy Fish from Bashkai, and
Pikky Kergan from Shu, and an old Chief
we called Kafuzelum—it was like enough to
his real name—and hold councils with ’em
when there was any fighting to be done in
small villages. That was his Council of
War, and the four priests of Bashkai, Shu,
Khawak, and Madora was his Privy Council.
Between the lot of ’em they sent me, with
forty men and twenty rifles, and sixty men
carrying turquoises, into the Ghorband
country to buy those hand-made Martini
rifles, that come out of the Amir’s workshops
at Kabul, from one of the Amir’s Herati regiments
that would have sold the very teeth
out of their mouths for turquoises.“I stayed in Ghorband a month, and gave
the Governor the pick of my baskets for
hush-money, and bribed the colonel of the
regiment some more, and, between the two
and the tribes-people, we got more than a
hundred hand-made Martinis, a hundred
good Kohat Jezails that’ll throw to six hundred
yards, and forty manloads of very bad
ammunition for the rifles. I came back with
what I had, and distributed ’em among the
men that the Chiefs sent in to me to drill.
Dravot was too busy to attend to those
things, but the old Army that we first made
helped me, and we turned out five hundred
men that could drill, and two hundred that
knew how to hold arms pretty straight.
Even those cork-screwed, hand-made guns
was a miracle to them. Dravot talked big
about powder-shops and factories, walking
up and down in the pine wood when the
winter was coming on.“‘I won’t make a Nation,’ says he. ‘I’ll
make an Empire! These men aren’t niggers;
they’re English! Look at their eyes—
look at their mouths. Look at the way they
stand up. They sit on chairs in their own
houses. They’re the Lost Tribes, or something
like it, and they’ve grown to be English.
I’ll take a census in the spring if the
priests don’t get frightened. There must be
a fair two million of ’em in these hills. The
villages are full o’ little children. Two million
people—two hundred and fifty thousand
fighting men—and all English!  They only
want the rifles and a little drilling. Two
hundred and fifty thousand men, ready to
cut in on Russia’s right flank when she tries
for India! Peachey, man,’ he says, chewing
his beard in great hunks, ‘we shall be Emperors
—Emperors of the Earth!  Rajah
Brooke will be a suckling to us. I’ll treat
with the Viceroy on equal terms. I’ll ask
him to send me twelve picked English—
twelve that I know of—to help us govern a
bit. There’s Mackray, Sergeant-pensioner at
Segowli—many’s the good dinner he’s given
me, and his wife a pair of trousers. There’s
Donkin, the Warder of Tounghoo Jail;
there’s hundreds that I could lay my hand
on if I was in India. The Viceroy shall do
it for me. I’ll send a man through in the
spring for those men, and I’ll write for a
dispensation from the Grand Lodge for what
I’ve done as Grand-Master. That—and all
the Sniders that’ll be thrown out when the
native troops in India take up the Martini.
They’ll be worn smooth, but they’ll do for
fighting in these hills. Twelve English, a
hundred thousand Sniders run through the
Amir’s country in driblets—I’d be content
with twenty thousand in one year—and we’d
be an Empire. When everything was ship-shape,
I’d hand over the crown—this crown
I’m wearing now—to Queen Victoria on my
knees, and she’d say:—“Rise up, Sir Daniel
Dravot.” Oh, its big! It’s big, I tell you!
But there’s so much to be done in every
place—Bashkai, Khawak, Shu, and everywhere
else.’“‘What is it?’ I says. ‘There are no
more men coming in to be drilled this
autumn. Look at those fat, black clouds.
They’re bringing the snow.’“‘It isn’t that,’ says Daniel, putting his
hand very hard on my shoulder; ‘and I
don’t wish to say anything that’s against
you, for no other living man would have
followed me and made me what I am as you
have done. You’re a first-class Commander-in-Chief,
and the people know you; but—it’s
a big country, and somehow you can’t help
me, Peachey, in the way I want to be helped.’“‘Go to your blasted priests, then!’ I said,
and I was sorry when I made that remark,
but it did hurt me sore to find Daniel talking
so superior when I’d drilled all the men, and
done all he told me.“‘Don’t let’s quarrel, Peachey,’ says Daniel
without cursing. ‘You’re a King too,
and the half of this Kingdom is yours; but
can’t you see, Peachey, we want cleverer
men than us now—three or four of ‘em that
we can scatter about for our Deputies? It’s
a hugeous great State, and I can’t always tell
the right thing to do, and I haven’t time for
all I want to do, and here’s the winter coming
on and all.’ He put half his beard into
his mouth, and it was as red as the gold of
his crown.“‘I’m sorry, Daniel,’ says I. ‘I’ve done
all I could. I’ve drilled the men and shown
the people how to stack their oats better, and
I’ve brought in those tinware rifles from
Ghorband—but I know what you’re driving
at. I take it Kings always feel oppressed
that way.’“‘There’s another thing too,’ says Dravot,
walking up and down. ‘The winter’s coming
and these people won’t be giving much
trouble, and if they do we can’t move about.
I want a wife.’“‘For Gord’s sake leave the women alone!’
I says. ‘We’ve both got all the work we
can, though I am a fool. Remember the
Contrack, and keep clear o’ women.’“‘The Contrack only lasted till such time
as we was Kings; and Kings we have been
these months past,’ says Dravot, weighing
his crown in his hand. ‘You go get a wife
too, Peachey—a nice, strappin’, plump girl
that’ll keep you warm in the winter. They’re
prettier than English girls, and we can take
the pick of ’em. Boil ’em once or twice in
hot water, and they’ll come as fair as chicken
and ham.’“‘Don’t tempt me!’ I says. ‘I will not
have any dealings with a woman not till we
are a dam’ side more settled than we are now.
I’ve been doing the work o’ two men, and
you’ve been doing the work o’ three. Let’s
lie off a bit, and see if we can get some
better tobacco from Afghan country and run
in some good liquor; but no women.’“‘Who’s talking o’ women?’ says Dravot.
‘I said wife—a Queen to breed a King’s son
for the King. A Queen out of the strongest
tribe, that’ll make them your blood-brothers,
and that’ll lie by your side and tell you all
the people thinks about you and their own
affairs. That’s what I want.’“‘Do you remember that Bengali woman
I kept at Mogul Serai when I was plate-layer?’
says I. ‘A fat lot o’ good she was
to me. She taught me the lingo and one or
two other things; but what happened? She
ran away with the Station Master’s servant
and half my month’s pay. Then she turned
up at Dadur Junction in tow of a half-caste,
and had the impidence to say I was her husband
—all among the drivers of the running-shed!’“‘We’ve done with that,’ says Dravot.
‘These women are whiter than you or me, and
a Queen I will have for the winter months.’“‘For the last time o’ asking, Dan, do
not,’ I says. ‘It’ll only bring us harm. The
Bible says that Kings ain’t to waste their
strength on women, ’specially when they’ve
got a new raw Kingdom to work over.’“‘For the last time of answering, I will,’
said Dravot, and he went away through the
pine-trees looking like a big red devil. The
low sun hit his crown and beard on one side,
and the two blazed like hot coals.“But getting a wife was not as easy as
Dan thought. He put it before the Council,
and there was no answer till Billy Fish said
that he’d better ask the girls. Dravot
damned them all round. ‘What’s wrong
with me?’ he shouts, standing by the idol
Imbra. ‘Am I a dog or am I not enough
of a man for your wenches? Haven’t I put
the shadow of my hand over this country?
Who stopped the last Afghan raid?’ It was
me really, but Dravot was too angry to remember.
‘Who bought your guns? Who
repaired the bridges? Who’s the Grand-Master
of the sign cut in the stone?’ and he
thumped his hand on the block that he used
to sit on in Lodge, and at Council, which
opened like Lodge always. Billy Fish said
nothing and no more did the others. ‘Keep
your hair on, Dan,’ said I; ‘and ask the
girls. That’s how it’s done at home, and
these people are quite English.’“‘The marriage of a King is a matter of
State,’ says Dan, in a white-hot rage, for he
could feel, I hope, that he was going against
his better mind. He walked out of the
Council-room, and the others sat still, looking
at the ground.“‘Billy Fish,’ says I to the Chief of Bashkai,
‘what’s the difficulty here? A straight
answer to a true friend.’ ‘You know,’ says
Billy Fish. ‘How should a man tell you
who know everything? How can daughters
of men marry gods or devils? It’s not
proper.’“I remembered something like that in the
Bible; but if, after seeing us as long as they
had, they still believed we were gods it
wasn’t for me to undeceive them.“‘A god can do anything,’ says I. ‘If
the King is fond of a girl he’ll not let her
die.’ ‘She’ll have to,’ said Billy Fish.
‘There are all sorts of gods and devils in
these mountains, and now and again a girl
marries one of them and isn’t seen any more.
Besides, you two know the Mark cut in the
stone. Only the gods know that. We
thought you were men till you showed the
sign of the Master.’“‘I wished then that we had explained
about the loss of the genuine secrets of a
Master-Mason at the first go-off; but I said
nothing. All that night there was a blowing
of horns in a little dark temple half-way
down the hill, and I heard a girl crying fit
to die. One of the priests told us that she
was being prepared to marry the King.“‘I’ll have no nonsense of that kind,’
says Dan. ‘I don’t want to interfere with
your customs, but I’ll take my own wife.
‘The girl’s a little bit afraid,’ says the priest.
‘She thinks she’s going to die, and they are
a-heartening of her up down in the temple.’“‘Hearten her very tender, then,’ says
Dravot, ‘or I’ll hearten you with the butt
of a gun so that you’ll never want to be
heartened again.’ He licked his lips, did
Dan, and stayed up walking about more
than half the night, thinking of the wife
that he was going to get in the morning. I
wasn’t any means comfortable, for I knew
that dealings with a woman in foreign parts,
though you was a crowned King twenty
times over, could not but be risky. I got up
very early in the morning while Dravot was
asleep, and I saw the priests talking together
in whispers, and the Chiefs talking together
too, and they looked at me out of the corners
of their eyes.“‘What is up, Fish?’ I says to the Bashkai
man, who was wrapped up in his furs
and looking splendid to behold.“‘I can’t rightly say,’ says he; ‘but if you
can induce the King to drop all this nonsense
about marriage, you’ll be doing him and me
and yourself a great service.’“‘That I do believe,’ says I. ‘But sure,
you know, Billy, as well as me, having
fought against and for us, that the King
and me are nothing more than two of the
finest men that God Almighty ever made.
Nothing more, I do assure you.’“‘That may be,’ says Billy Fish, ‘and yet
I should be sorry if it was.’ He sinks his
head upon his great fur cloak for a minute
and thinks. ‘King,’ says he, ‘be you man
or god or devil, I’ll stick by you to-day. I
have twenty of my men with me, and they
will follow me. We’ll go to Bashkai until
the storm blows over.’“A little snow had fallen in the night, and
everything was white except the greasy fat
clouds that blew down and down from the
north. Dravot came out with his crown
on his head, swinging his arms and stamping
his feet, and looking more pleased than
Punch.“‘For the last time, drop it, Dan,’ says I
in a whisper. ‘Billy Fish here says that
there will be a row.’“‘A row among my people!’ says Dravot.
‘Not much. Peachy, you’re a fool not to
get a wife too. Where’s the girl?’ says he
with a voice as loud as the braying of a
jackass. ‘Call up all the Chiefs and priests,
and let the Emperor see if his wife suits him.’“There was no need to call any one. They
were all there leaning on their guns and
spears round the clearing in the centre of
the pine wood. A deputation of priests went
down to the little temple to bring up the
girl, and the horns blew up fit to wake the
dead. Billy Fish saunters round and gets
as close to Daniel as he could, and behind
him stood his twenty men with matchlocks.
Not a man of them under six feet. I was
next to Dravot, and behind me was twenty
men of the regular Army. Up comes the
girl, and a strapping wench she was, covered
with silver and turquoises but white as death,
and looking back every minute at the priests.“‘She’ll do,’ said Dan, looking her over.
‘What’s to be afraid of, lass? Come and
kiss me.’ He puts his arm round her. She
shuts her eyes, gives a bit of a squeak, and
down goes her face in the side of Dan’s flaming
red beard.“‘The slut’s bitten me!’ says he, clapping
his hand to his neck, and, sure enough, his
hand was red with blood. Billy Fish and
two of his matchlock-men catches hold of
Dan by the shoulders and drags him into the
Bashkai lot, while the priests howls in their
lingo,—‘Neither god nor devil but a man!’
I was all taken aback, for a priest cut at me
in front, and the Army behind began firing
into the Bashkai men.“‘God A-mighty!’ says Dan. ‘What is
the meaning o’ this?’“‘Come back! Come away!’ says Billy
Fish. ‘Ruin and Mutiny is the matter.
We’ll break for Bashkai if we can.’“I tried to give some sort of orders to my
men—the men o’ the regular Army—but it
was no use, so I fired into the brown of ’em
with an English Martini and drilled three
beggars in a line. The valley was full of
shouting, howling creatures, and every soul
was shrieking, ‘Not a god nor a devil but
only a man!’ The Bashkai troops stuck to
Billy Fish all they were worth, but their
matchlocks wasn’t half as good as the Kabul
breech-loaders, and four of them dropped.
Dan was bellowing like a bull, for he was
very wrathy; and Billy Fish had a hard job
to prevent him running out at the crowd.“‘We can’t stand,’ says Billy Fish.
‘Make a run for it down the valley! The
whole place is against us.’ The matchlock-men
ran, and we went down the valley
in spite of Dravot’s protestations. He was
swearing horribly and crying out that he
was a King. The priests rolled great stones
on us, and the regular Army fired hard, and
there wasn’t more than six men, not counting
Dan, Billy Fish, and Me, that came
down to the bottom of the valley alive.“‘Then they stopped firing and the horns
in the temple blew again. ‘Come away—
for Gord’s sake come away!’ says Billy
Fish. ‘They’ll send runners out to all the
villages before ever we get to Bashkai. I
can protect you there, but I can’t do anything
now.’“My own notion is that Dan began to go
mad in his head from that hour. He stared
up and down like a stuck pig. Then he was
all for walking back alone and killing the
priests with his bare hands; which he could
have done. ‘An Emperor am I,’ says Daniel,
‘and next year I shall be a Knight of the
Queen.“‘All right, Dan,’ says I; ‘but come
along now while there’s time.’“‘It’s your fault,’ says he, ‘for not looking
after your Army better. There was
mutiny in the midst, and you didn’t know
—you damned engine-driving, plate-laying,
missionary’s-pass-hunting hound!’ He sat
upon a rock and called me every foul name
he could lay tongue to. I was too heart-sick
to care, though it was all his foolishness
that brought the smash.“‘I’m sorry, Dan,’ says I, ‘but there’s no
accounting for natives. This business is our
Fifty-Seven. Maybe we’ll make something
out of it yet, when we’ve got to Bashkai.’“‘Let’s get to Bashkai, then,’ says Dan,
‘and, by God, when I come back here again
I’ll sweep the valley so there isn’t a bug in
a blanket left!’“‘We walked all that day, and all that
night Dan was stumping up and down on
the snow, chewing his beard and muttering
to himself.“‘There’s no hope o’ getting clear,’ said
Billy Fish. ‘The priests will have sent
runners to the villages to say that you are
only men. Why didn’t you stick on as gods
till things was more settled? I’m a dead
man,’ says Billy Fish, and he throws himself
down on the snow and begins to pray
to his gods.“Next morning we was in a cruel bad
country—all up and down, no level ground
at all, and no food either. The six Bashkai
men looked at Billy Fish hungry-wise as if
they wanted to ask something, but they said
never a word. At noon we came to the top
of a flat mountain all covered with snow,
and when we climbed up into it, behold,
there was an army in position waiting in
the middle!“‘The runners have been very quick,’
says Billy Fish, with a little bit of a laugh.
‘They are waiting for us.’“Three or four men began to fire from the
enemy’s side, and a chance shot took Daniel
in the calf of the leg. That brought him to
his senses. He looks across the snow at the
Army, and sees the rifles that we had
brought into the country.“‘We’re done for,’ says he. ‘They are
Englishmen, these people,—and it’s my
blasted nonsense that has brought you to
this. Get back, Billy Fish, and take your
men away; you’ve done what you could,
and now cut for it. Carnehan,’ says he,
‘shake hands with me and go along with
Billy. Maybe they won’t kill you. I’ll go
and meet ’em alone. It’s me that did it.
Me, the King!’“‘Go!’ says I. ‘Go to Hell, Dan. I’m
with you here. Billy Fish, you clear out,
and we two will meet those folk.’“‘I’m a Chief,’ says Billy Fish, quite
quiet. ‘I stay with you. My men can go.’“The Bashkai fellows didn’t wait for a
second word but ran off, and Dan and Me
and Billy Fish walked across to where the
drums were drumming and the horns were
horning. It was cold-awful cold. I’ve
got that cold in the back of my head now.
There’s a lump of it there.”The punkah-coolies had gone to sleep.
Two kerosene lamps were blazing in the
office, and the perspiration poured down my
face and splashed on the blotter as I leaned
forward. Carnehan was shivering, and I
feared that his mind might go. I wiped
my face, took a fresh grip of the piteously
mangled hands, and said:—“What happened
after that?”The momentary shift of my eyes had
broken the clear current.“What was you pleased to say?” whined
Carnehan. “They took them without any
sound. Not a little whisper all along the snow,
not though the King knocked down the first
man that set hand on him—not though old
Peachey fired his last cartridge into the
brown of ’em. Not a single solitary sound
did those swines make. They just closed up,
tight, and I tell you their furs stunk. There
was a man called Billy Fish, a good friend
of us all, and they cut his throat, Sir, then
and there, like a pig; and the King kicks
up the bloody snow and says:—‘We’ve had a
dashed fine run for our money. What’s
coming next?’ But Peachey, Peachey
Taliaferro, I tell you, Sir, in confidence as betwixt
two friends, he lost his head, Sir. No,
he didn’t neither. The King lost his head,
so he did, all along o’ one of those cunning
rope-bridges. Kindly let me have the
paper-cutter, Sir. It tilted this way. They
marched him a mile across that snow to a
rope-bridge over a ravine with a river at the
bottom. You may have seen such.  They
prodded him behind like an ox. ‘Damn
your eyes!’ says the King. ‘D’you
suppose I can’t die like a gentleman?’ He
turns to Peachey—Peachey that was crying
like a child. ‘I’ve brought you to this,
Peachey,’ says he. ‘Brought you out of
your happy life to be killed in Kafiristan,
where you was late Commander-in-Chief of
the Emperor’s forces. Say you forgive me,
Peachey.’ ‘I do,’ says Peachey. ‘Fully and
freely do I forgive you, Dan.’ ‘Shake
hands, Peachey,’ says he. ‘I’m going now.’
Out he goes, looking neither right nor left,
and when he was plumb in the middle of those
dizzy dancing ropes, ‘Cut, you beggars,’ he
shouts; and they cut, and old Dan fell,
turning round and round and round, twenty
thousand miles, for he took half an hour to
fall till he struck the water, and I could see
his body caught on a rock with the gold
crown close beside.“But do you know what they did to
Peachey between two pine-trees? They
crucified him, sir, as Peachey’s hands will
show. They used wooden pegs for his hands
and his feet; and he didn’t die. He hung
there and screamed, and they took him
down next day, and said it was a miracle
that he wasn’t dead. They took him down
—poor old Peachey that hadn’t done them
any harm—that hadn’t done them any…”He rocked to and fro and wept bitterly,
wiping his eyes with the back of his scarred
hands and moaning like a child for some
ten minutes.“They was cruel enough to feed him up
in the temple, because they said he was more
of a god than old Daniel that was a man.
Then they turned him out on the snow, and
told him to go home, and Peachey came
home in about a year, begging along the
roads quite safe; for Daniel Dravot he walked
before and said:—‘Come along, Peachey.
It’s a big thing we’re doing.’ The mountains
they danced at night, and the mountains
they tried to fall on Peachey’s head,
but Dan he held up his hand, and Peachey
came along bent double. He never let go
of Dan’s hand, and he never let go of Dan’s
head. They gave it to him as a present in
the temple, to remind him not to come again,
and though the crown was pure gold, and
Peachey was starving, never would Peachey
sell the same. You knew Dravot, sir! You
knew Right Worshipful Brother Dravot!
Look at him now!”He fumbled in the mass of rags round his
bent waist; brought out a black horsehair
bag embroidered with silver thread; and
shook therefrom on to my table—the dried,
withered head of Daniel Dravot! The morning
sun that had long been paling the lamps
struck the red beard and blind sunken eyes;
struck, too, a heavy circlet of gold studded
with raw turquoises, that Carnehan placed
tenderly on the battered temples.“You behold now,” said Carnehan, “the
Emperor in his habit as he lived—the King
of Kafiristan with his crown upon his
head. Poor old Daniel that was a monarch
once!”I shuddered, for, in spite of defacements
manifold, I recognized the head of the man
of Marwar Junction. Carnehan rose to go.
I attempted to stop him. He was not fit to
walk abroad. “Let me take away the whiskey,
and give me a little money,” he gasped.
“I was a King once. I’ll go to the Deputy
Commissioner and ask to set in the Poor-house
till I get my health. No, thank you,
I can’t wait till you get a carriage for me.
I’ve urgent private affairs—in the south—at
Marwar.”He shambled out of the office and departed
in the direction of the Deputy Commissioner’s
house. That day at noon I had
occasion to go down the blinding hot Mall,
and I saw a crooked man crawling along the
white dust of the roadside, his hat in his
hand, quavering dolorously after the fashion
of street-singers at Home. There was not a
soul in sight, and he was out of all possible
earshot of the houses. And he sang through
his nose, turning his head from right to left:—   “The Son of Man goes forth to war,
      A golden crown to gain;
    His blood-red banner streams afar—
      Who follows in his train?”I waited to hear no more, but put the poor
wretch into my carriage and drove him off to
the nearest missionary for eventual transfer
to the Asylum. He repeated the hymn twice
while he was with me whom he did not in
the least recognize, and I left him singing to
the missionary.Two days later I inquired after his welfare
of the Superintendent of the Asylum.“He was admitted suffering from sun-stroke.
He died early yesterday morning,”
said the Superintendent. “Is it true that he
was half an hour bareheaded in the sun at
midday?”“Yes,” said I, “but do you happen to
know if he had anything upon him by any
chance when he died?”“Not to my knowledge,” said the Superintendent.And there the matter rests.


 Complete this portion of the chart with evidence from “The White Man’s Burden.”

Literal Interpretive  Evaluative
“The White Man’s Burden” Why is this in the poem? What is the message about the British Empire?
Description of characters/speakers represented in the poem:



Plot/Topic of Each Stanza:Stanza 1:Stanza 2:Stanza 3:Stanza 4:Stanza 5:Stanza 6:Stanza 7: 

Theme: Based on the evidence in this chart for “The White Man’s Burden,” what is the author’s message about the British Empire?   

 Complete this portion of the chart with evidence from The Man Who Would Be King.

Literal Interpretive  Evaluative
What happens in the text? Why is this in the story? What is the message about the British Empire?
Character Action:
Dravot and Carnehan make a contract with one another to become kings of Kafiristan.

Additional Character Action:

Additional Character Action:

Additional Character Action:


Their contract is important because it sets the story in motion.  It shows the business-like approach the two men have toward their goal of being kings.


The contract shows that the two characters are attempting to mimic the formal operations of the Empire. 

Character Statement:
Carnehan says, “We have been boiler-fitters, engine-drivers, petty contractors, and all that, and we have decided that India isn’t big enough for such as us.”  

Additional Character Statement:

 Additional Character Statement:

 Additional Character Statement:


This quote provides a backstory for the two characters.

This quote shows how the two characters attempted to work within the limitations of the Empire and how they were dissatisfied with the outcomes.

Theme: Based on the evidence in this chart for The Man Who Would Be King,” what is the author’s message about the British Empire?   

Response Questions

Use textual support from your reading of pages 25-37 to answer the questions below in complete sentences.

  1. Describe the change in Dravot and Carnehan’s relationship from the beginning to the end of the story.  What is the catalyst for the change and what is the result?  Use evidence from the text to support your response.
  2. How do the narrator, Dravot, and Carnehan each represent an aspect of the British Empire?  Use evidence from the text to support your response.

    In eight to 10 sentences, answer the questions below based on your reading of The Man Who Would Be King and study of the British Empire. 

  3. How is Dravot and Carnehan’s adventure representative of the British Empire?  Discuss at least three specific parallels using support from the text.
  4. Was Kipling using his novella The Man Who Would Be King as support of the concept of “noblesse oblige”?  Discuss specific evidence from the text, Kipling’s “The White Man’s Burden,” and the context of Kipling’s life. 

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