 Family Theater presents Ruth Hussie and Robert Newton from Hollywood the mutual network in cooperation with family theater presents transcribe Namgay Dula starring Robert Newton to introduce the drama. Here's your hostess Ruth Hussie Thank You Tony LaFranco Family Theater's only purpose is to bring to everyone's attention a practice that must become an important part of our lives If we're to win peace for ourselves peace for our families and peace for the world Family Theater urges you to pray pray together as a family and now to our drama starring Robert Newton as Rugged Kipling on the road to debate many miles up in the Himalayas is a kingdom exactly four miles square The ruler of the kingdom was a man whose revenues were rather less than 400 pounds a year and These were expended in the maintenance of one elephant and a standing army of five men This king whose name does not matter Was a tributary to her majesty's Indian government And I had set out from similar town with my assistant mr. Leach In response to the king's urgent request that a representative of the crown visit him at once His unspeakable majesty has blooming gratitude that you arrived to restrain the danger upon us We'll be happy to help in any way we can Precisely, what is this danger only as escorts? Are we with or so as you regard the army? The army does he need them five ragged blokes standing back under the trees? They seem to be carrying rifles look more like old foul in pieces to me It is our honor that you be taken to the palace where waits himself the king Come it is a great pleasure that you do me sahibs and how has your honored presence the Felicity to be we are both well Your Majesty and you since you have set your magnificent feet upon my kingdom The crop will doubtless yield twice its average then things are going nicely things are Invisible in what way one among my subjects a man of many shortcomings. He has all but paralyzed the Executive one man is jamming up your old kingdom one What are this man's crimes? Rajah sahib first. He is an outlander and no man of my own people a man's birth is hardly a crime Second since my favor. I give him land upon his first coming. He refuses to pay revenue Yes, am I not the Lord of the earth above and below Entitled by right and custom to one-eighth of the crop yet this devil establishing himself Refuses to pay a single tax and he brings a poisonous spawn of babes He has a large family and Immensity and majesty. He worships strange gods for that prime minister. I have no concern It is the rebellion that offends me it is to be remembered also that he refuses the oh, yes It's the forced labor on the roads and more he stirs up my people to the light reason yet He is when he wills an expert loge snatcher There is none better or bolder among my people to to clear a block of the river when the logs stick fast The king has an army Have them cast this man into jail Hey, I sent my army against him once I have when his excuses grew weary some of Their heads he break three across the top with a stick what happened to the other two they run away also The guns would not shoot Most embarrassing but it is to be remembered that he is very expert log snatcher and a man of a merry face What shall I do with him so he? If it be the king's permission, I will not strike my tents until the third day And I will see this man You have my leave The following morning a crier went through the village Proclaiming that there was a large log jam on the river and that it behave all loyal subjects to remove it The people pour down to the riverbank and the king leech and I went along with Suddenly a shout went up from the crowd along the bank Red haired villager hurried up stripping off his clothes as he ran Yeah, now who's that red-headed bloke that is he that is the rebel nun They do la now the dem will be cleared. What did you call him Raja? Sorry numb gay do la But why has he read hair? He is an outlander watch now watch him snag the laws Namgadula had scrambled out on the jam and was clawing out the butt of a log with a rude sort of boat It slid forward slowly as an alligator moves Three or four others followed it and the green water spotted through the gaps that they made Then the village is howled and shouted and scrambled past the logs The redhead of Namgadula was chief among them all Well, don't they bloom in that look at them long stardom moving William out. Oh, did I not say he was expert? And he is the troublemaker you spoke of one end the same Surely he is a bold and worthy man among my logs He is indeed look there now you got the jam broke loose in these dived under water to keep free of the tree trunks watch watch In a minute he will pop to the surface by the bank his red head flaming. I told you all right there He is the redness of his shock head and beard was startling And in the thicket of hair wrinkled above high cheekbones Sean too many blue eyes He was indeed an outlander but yet a Tibetan in language habit and attire He spoke the lepchi dialect with an indescribable softening of the gut rules It was not so much a lisp as an accent. I asked him where he came from his blue eyes twinkled He pointed across the hills and grin that grin went straight to my heart Mechanically, I put out my hand and Namgadula shook it No pure Tibetan would have understood the meaning of the gesture Then he turned and went to look for his clothes We watched him as he climbed back up to the village Lonnie if they aren't something frightful familiar about that bloke that's precisely how he struck me Like a chap using his winning ways on you. Ah truly so he's he is a man of compelling spirit But I know that before long there will be complaints of him in the court Let us return to the palace to do justice Oh, I told you sahib again. It is Namgadula. What is it this time? Not content with refusing revenue on his own part He has bound a dozen of his neighbors by an oath to the like to reason And who is this man standing before you? He had been of the conspiracy, but has confessed everything hoping for my favor. I see never before has such a thing befallen me Call this red-headed outlander to your tent tonight and speak harshly to him very well. He may listen to you That evening Namgadula came to my tent and I made an attempt to lecture him But for the life of me I couldn't keep countenance at every turn. He would grin persuasively and change the subject There's a brown bear in a puppy field by the river would sahib care to shoot it We are not here to speak of bears, but on the sin of conspiracy And the certainty of punishment. Oh, it is a big brown bear sahib and slow Truly a fine animal for shooting. No now you listen to me You have openly conspired to defraud your king of what is lawfully due to him Do you realize how serious that is? Namgadula's face clouded for a moment Shortly afterwards he was drew from my tent and I heard him singing softly to himself among the pines The words were unintelligible to me, but the tune Like his liquid insinuating speech seemed the ghost of something strangely familiar He sang it again and again and I racked my brain for that last song It wasn't an aloft dinner that leech discovered Someone had cut a square foot of velvet from my best camera cloth Do a thing like this only someone with a vengeful and completely irresponsible nature Meaning Namgadula take your gun leech. We're going to have a look at that poppy field We started down the valley in hopes of encountering the brown bear We could hear him grunting like a discontented pig in the poppy field And we waited shoulder deep in the dew-dripping Indian corn to catch him after his meal The moon was at full and due out of the rich scent of the tassel crop and then in the distance We heard an anguish Bella Hello, what was that? Sounded like a young cow. I can't think what any blooming coward have to howl about in this country It's worth a bloke's life to touch one of the black crumbies Something's coming this way. I see him sir two shadows Looks like a bear and a cub. Don't move each They'll pass very close to us. I got him in my sight sir. Shall I know? Look Look at their heads Hello They they got ready And they were in some kind of a mask. Let them go by Well, Lyle It was Namgadula and one of his brats and did you notice sir? The little one was trailing a kind of rope behind him. I did and then blooming masks Shining like black velvet on their faces black velvet is exactly the word for the peach Namgadula made those masks out of my camera cloth By next morning the kingdom was in an uproar During the night Namgadula had gone forth and cut off the tail of a cow belonging to the rabbit-faced Villager who betrayed him? It was a sacrilege unspeakable against the holy cow the state desired blood But Namgadula had retreated into his hut Barricaded the doors and windows with big stones and defied the world The king ordered his army against the hut There were difficulties I didn't know Namgadula had a rifle your majesty He has indeed Sahib and it seems extremely well cared for it is the only gun in the state that can shoot Next year. I will certainly buy a little cannon Tell me is there a priest in the kingdom to whom he will listen? He worships his own God We can starve him out. Look Namgadula is making a sign for quiet from the window what now is working in his evil brain Let's hear what he has to say I think he means you sir I approached the door of Namgadula's hut It was thrown open and I entered the smoky interior Crammed with children and every child had red flaming hair A raw cow's tail lay on the floor and by its side two pieces of black velvet my black velvet Rudely hacked into the semblance of a mask welcome welcome And what is this shame? Oh, there is no shame. I did but cut off the tail of that man's cow. He betrayed me I was minded to shot shot him Sahib, but not to death indeed not to death Only in the legs and why at all since it is the custom to pay revenue to the king why at all By the god of my father I cannot tell and who was your father the same that had this gun Without relinquishing his held upon it. He showed me his weapon a tower musket Bearing the date 1832 And the stamp of the honorable east india company the gun was his And your father's name team lay doula At the first I being then a little child It is in my mind that he he wore a red coat That I have no doubt Repeat the name of your father three or four times team. They do that. They do that. They do that. They do that To this hour I worship his god May I see that god in a little while It's twilight time Do you remember anything of your father's speech? Ah It is long ago But there is one word which he said often Thus Then I and my brethren stood upon our feet our hands to our sides thus I see And who was your mother a woman of the hills? We being lectures of dajeeling But me they call an outlander because my hair is Are you seeing At this point his wife a Tibetan woman touched him on the arm gently The long parley outside had lasted far into the day. It was now close upon twilight the hour of the angeles Very solemnly the red-headed children rose from the floor and formed a semicircle Namkeh doula lighted a little oil lamp and set it before a recess in the wall Pulling aside a curtain of dirty cloth He revealed a worn brass crucifix Leaning against the helmet badge of a long forgotten east india regiment Then he turned and looked at me briefly Thus did my father And then Clumsily with his right hand Namkeh doula crossed himself The wife and children followed suit Then all together they struck up the wailing chant that I'd heard on the hillside And suddenly I was puzzled no longer Again and again they crooned it as if their hearts had break Their version of the chorus of the wearing of the green Their hanging men and women too for the wearing of the green The moment later the ceremony was over Namkeh doula drew the curtain across the recess Thus my father sang There was much more but I have forgotten and I do not know the meaning of these words But it may be that god will understand It may indeed that then is the substance I am not of these people And I will not pay revenue And why? It would mean an end to all the fighting and clamour What occupation would then be to me between crop and crop? You do this only for the amusement It is better than scaring bears But these people do not understand Amusement is one thing, Namkeh doula But the sin of maiming the cow, consider that Ah, that is true But oh Sahib, that man betrayed me And I had no thought But the heifer's tail waved in the moonlight And I had my knife That is no excuse What else should I have done? The tail came off before I was aware Sahib Down nose more than I That is true And stay within the door I'll go speak with the king Rahah Sahib There are two courses open to your wisdom Two courses You can either hang him from a tree He and his brood Till there remains no hair that is red within the land No no no no no no no no Why should I hurt the little children? Or discarding the impart of the cow maiming You can raise him to honour in the army To honour? In the army? Make him chief of your eye Chief List him in the army perhaps But to make him chief of all five Prime minister Advise me Consider majesty His is the gun that shoots Make him chief And give him honours as may befall And a full allowance of work Feed him with words and favour And also from a certain bottle That you know of But beware Rajah Sahib of one thing And that he has brethren Oh no no And if his brethren come They will surely fight with each other till they die So prohibit their coming It is prohibited Then it is to be the army The army You may announce it to him Namge Dula Is it the white Shahid that calls? Come forth Namge Dula And command the king's army Your name shall no more be Namge in the mouth of men But Patse Dula For as you have said I know And then Namge Dula New christened Patse Dula Son of Timle Dula Which is Tim Dulan Gone very wrong indeed Emerge quickly from his heart Clasp the king's feet Cuff the standing army And hurried in an agony of contrition From temple to temple Making offerings For the sin of cattle stealing It was some hours later As we rode back along the hardened dirt road To similar town But leeched tome of the king's magnanimous offer He was so pleased sir That he took me aside The king himself And offered to sell us one of his villages For twenty pounds sterlin Well that shouldn't cut very deeply into your pension leech I'm surprised you didn't strike a bargain with him Oh no I'd buy no villages in the Himalayas So long as one red-ed flares Between them climbing glaciers And the dark birch forest No, no sir I know that breed Who's has he again? I remember once when I was a very little girl I was running along the sidewalk To catch up with the ice cream wagon Being very intent on catching the wagon I wasn't really watching where I was running And my foot happened to catch on a pavement stone That was a little higher than the rest Down I went My knees were skinned My hands were skinned And to make matters worse The ice cream wagon turned the corner and was gone It was quite a catastrophe And I was very, very unhappy As I went running home to my mother and father I was tearful and wounded But I knew my mother and father could fix things up Every child has something like that happen And most children know instinctively That mother and father are ready, willing And in most cases, able to remedy the situation Well, why is it then that we sometimes forget To do that when we grow up? Our heavenly father's always there Always ready to help us with our problems And if we would only remember To take our problems to God Acknowledge our dependence on him And ask his help Our lives would be so much less complicated Just a few minutes each day to ask for God's help And to thank him for his blessings can be most fruitful We do it at my house Every day we gather for the good old custom of family prayer We find it very beneficial And then too, the family that prays together Stays together More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of The Wood Family Theatre has brought you Namgye Dula, starring Robert Newton Ruth Hussie was your hostess Others in our cast were Jane Novello, Bill Woodson, Jack Crucian and Tudor Owen This adaptation of Namgye Dula by John T. Kelly Was performed with the permission of the estate of Rudyard Kipling Through the cooperation of Doubleday & Company Music was composed and conducted by Harry Zimmerman And the production was directed and transcribed for Family Theatre By Joseph F. Mansfield This is Tony LaFranco expressing the wish of Family Theatre That the blessing of God may be upon you and your home And inviting you to be with us next week When Family Theatre will present Safe at Home Starring Barbara Hale, Bill Williams and Betty Lynn Join us, won't you? Family Theatre is broadcast throughout the world And originates in the Hollywood Studios, the world's largest network This is the Mutual Broadcasting System