Rudyard Kipling 
Kim 

He sat, in defiance of municipal orders, astride the gun Zam Zammah on her brick platform opposite the old Ajaib-Gher-the Wonder House, as the natives call the Lahore Museum. Who hold Zam-Zammah, that ‚fire-breathing dragon‘, hold the Punjab, for the great green-bronze piece is always first of the conqueror’s loot.
There was some justification for Kim-he had kicked Lala Dinanath’s boy off the trunnions-since the English held the Punjab and Kim was English. Though he was burned black as any native; though he spoke the vernacular by preference, and his mother tongue in a clipped uncertain sing-song; though he consorted on terms of perfect equality with the small boys of the bazar; Kim was white-a poor white of the very poorest.