morning, noon
Standing beside him was a chap we called Umballa . He had been a street rat . A bit of impudence had caught the king 's fancy , and he brought up the boy , clothed , fed him , and sent him away down to Umballa to school . When the boy returned he talked Umballa morning , noon and night , till the soldiers began to call him that , and from them it passed on to the natives , all of whom disliked the upstart . Hanged if I can recall his real name . He was ugly and handsome at the same time ; suave , patient , courteous ; yet somehow or other I sensed the real man below -- the Tartar blood . I took a dislike to him , first off .