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  1. The Phantom 'Rickshaw and Other Tales, also known as The Phantom 'Rickshaw & other Eerie Tales, is a collection of short stories by Rudyard Kipling, first published in 1888.

    • Rudyard Kipling
    • 1888
  2. 29 de dic. de 2008 · The rickshaw kept steady in front; and my red-whiskered friend seemed to derive great pleasure from my account of its exact whereabouts. “Eyes, Pansay—all Eyes, Brain, and Stomach. And the greatest of these three is Stomach. You’ve too much conceited Brain, too little Stomach, and thoroughly unhealthy Eyes.

  3. 1 de sept. de 2001 · The Phantom 'Rickshaw, and Other Ghost Stories Contents: The phantom 'rickshaw -- My own true ghost story -- The strange ride of Morrowbie Jukes -- The man who would be king -- The finest story in the world. Credits: Produced by David Reed, and David Widger Language: English: LoC Class: PR: Language and Literatures: English ...

  4. The phantom 'rickshaw, and other tales. Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936; Firestone, Archibald, former owner. DLC; Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC; Carpenter Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC; Colt Kipling Collection (Library of Congress) DLC. Book digitized by Google from the library of Harvard University and uploaded to the ...

  5. 13 de abr. de 2023 · The Phantom Rickshaw and Other Tales. This transcription is of the first edition to be printed in England. Two earlier editions (1888 and 1889), containing the same four stories, were printed in Allahabad, India. The 1890 edition includes a facsimile of the cover from the 1888 edition.

  6. 25 de jul. de 2007 · Collection. cdl; americana. Contributor. University of California Libraries. Language. English. The phantom 'rickshaw -- My own true ghost story -- The strange ride of Morrowbie Jukes -- The man who would be king. Stewart. Addeddate.

  7. In the centre of the level road stood the black and white liveries, the yellow-panelled 'rickshaw and Mrs. Keith-Wessington. I pulled up, looked, rubbed my eyes, and, I believe, must have said something. The next thing I knew was that I was lying face downward on the road, with Kitty kneeling above me in tears.