3. How the Camel Got his Hump
_By Rudyard Kipling
Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936) was an English author who won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1907. Some of his best-known works are set in India and include books like The Jungle Book and Kim.
In the beginning of years, when the world was so new-and-all and the animals were just beginning to work for Man, there was a Camel who lived in the middle of a Howling Desert because he did not want to work; and besides, he was a Howler himself. He spent his days eating sticks and thorns and tamarisks and milkweed and prickles; and when anybody spoke to him he said ‘Humph!’ Just ‘Humph!’ and no more.
Presently, the Horse came to him on Monday morning, with a saddle on his back and a bit in his mouth and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come out and trot like the rest of us.
Humph!’ said the Camel; and the Horse went away and told the Man.
Presently, the Dog came to him, with a stick in his mouth and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come and fetch and carry like the rest of us
‘Humph!!’ said the Camel and the Dog went away and told the Man. Presently, the Ox came to him, with the yoke on his neck and said, ‘Camel, O Camel, come and plough like the rest of us.’
Humph!’ said the Camel and the Ox went away and told the Man. At the end of the day, the Man called the Horse, the Dog and the Ox together and said, Three, O Three, I’m so sorry for you (with the world so new-and-all); but that Humph-thing in the Desert can’t work, or he would have been here by now, so l am going to leave him alone and you must work double-time to make up for it
That made the Three very angry (with the world so new-and-all), and they held a palavers, and an indaba, and a punchayat, and a pow-wow on the edge of the Desert; and the Camel came chewing milkweed and laughed at them. Then he said ‘Humph!’ and went away again.
Presently, there came along the Djinn in charge of All Deserts, rolling in a cloud of dust (Djinns always travel that way because it is Magic), and he stopped to palaver and pow-wow with the Three.
Djinn of All Deserts/ said the Horse, ‘is it right for anyone to be idle, with the world so new-and-all?”
Certainly not, said the Djinn.
Well, said the Horse, ‘there’s a thing in the middle of your Howling Desert (and he’s a Howler himself) with a long neck and long legs, and he hasn’t done a stroke of work since Monday morning. He won’t trot Whew’ said the Djinn, whistling, ‘That’s my Camel, for all the gold in Arabia! What does he say about it?” He says “Humph!” said the Dog, ‘and he won’t fetch and carry’
‘Does he say anything else?
‘Only “Humph!” and he won’t plough,’ said the Ox.
‘Very good, said the Djinn. ‘I’ll humph him if you will kindly wait a minute’.
The Djinn rolled himself up in his dust-cloak and took a bearing across the desert and found the Camel looking at his own reflection in a pool of water.
‘My long and bubbling friend, said the Djinn, ‘what’s this I hear of your doing no work, with the world so new-and-all?’
‘Humph’ said the Camel.
The Djinn sat down, with his chin in his hand and began to think of a Great Magic, while the Camel looked at his own reflection in the pool of water. You’ve given the Three extra work ever since Monday morning, all on account of your idleness, said the Djinn, and he went on thinking of Magic, with his chin in his hand
‘Humph!’ said the Camel.
I shouldn’t say that again if I were you, said the Djinn, ‘you might say it once too often. Bubbles, I want you to work.
And the Camel said ‘Humph!’ again; but no sooner had he said it than he saw his back, which he was so proud of, puffing up and puffing up in to a great big lolloping’ humph.
‘Do you see that?” said the Djinn. ‘That’s your very own humph that you’ve brought upon your very own self by not working. Today is Thursday and you’ve done no work since Monday, when the work began. Now you are going to work.
‘How can, said the Camel, ‘with this humph on my back?’
That’s made a-purpose, said the Djinn, all because you missed those three days. You will be able to work now for three days without eating because you can live on your humph; and don’t you ever say never did anything for you. Come out of the Desert and go to the Three and behave. Humph yourself!
And the Camel humped himself, humph and all, and went away to join the Three. And from that day to this, the Camel always wears a humph (we call it a ‘hump’ now, not to hurt his feelings); but he has never yet caught up with the three days that he missed at the beginning of the world and he has never yet learned how to behave.
_By Rudyard Kipling