THE JUNGLE BOOK
By Rudyard Kipling
“Little Toomai laid himself down close to the great necklest a swinging bough should sweep him to the ground.”
Mowgli and the lone wolf
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Mowgli’s Brothers
Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free—
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!—Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle
It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when FatherWolf woke up from his day’s rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out hispaws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. MotherWolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealingcubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived.“Augrh!” said Father Wolf. “It is time to hunt again.” He was going to springdown hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold andwhined: “Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strongwhite teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry inthis world.”
“Good luck go with you, O chief of the wolves.”
It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despiseTabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eatingrags and pieces of leather from the