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Rudyard Kipling
The jungle book
MOWGLIS 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 oclock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his days rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, 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 spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.
It was the jackal Tabaqui, the Dish-licker and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee the madness and run.
Enter, then, and look, said Father Wolf sti?y, but there is no food here.
For a wolf, no, said Tabaqui, but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose? He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.
All thanks for this good meal, he said, licking his lips. How beautiful are the noble children! How large are their eyes! And so young too! Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings are men from the beginning.
Now, Tabaqui knew as well as anyone else that there is nothing so unlucky as to compliment children to their faces. It pleased him to see Mother and Father Wolf look uncomfortable.
Tabaqui sat still, rejoicing in the mischief that he had made, and then he said spitefully:
Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.
Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.
He has no right! Father Wolf began angrily By the Law of the Jungle he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will frighten every head of game within ten miles, and I I have to kill for two, these days.
His mother did not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing, said Mother Wolf quietly. He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!
Shall I tell him of your gratitude? said Tabaqui.
Out! snapped Father Wolf. Out and hunt with thy master. Thou hast done harm enough for one night.
I go, said Tabaqui quietly. Ye can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I might have saved myself the message.
Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he heard the dry, angry, snarly, singsong whine of a tiger who has caught nothing and does not care if all the jungle knows it.
The fool! said Father Wolf. To begin a nights work with that noise! Does he think that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?
Hsh. It is neither bullock nor buck he hunts tonight, said Mother Wolf. It is Man. The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to come from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders woodcutters and gypsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.
Man! said Father Wolf, showing all his white teeth. Faugh! Are there not enough beetles and frogs in the tanks that he must eat Man, and on our ground too!
The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason, forbids every beast to eat Man except when he is killing to show his children how to kill, and then he must hunt outside the hunting grounds of his pack or tribe. The real reason for this is that man-killing means, sooner or later, the arrival of white men on elephants, with guns, and hundreds of brown men with gongs and rockets and torches. Then everybody in the jungle su?ers. The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him. They say too and it is true that man-eaters become mangy, and lose their teeth.
The purr grew louder, and ended in the full-throated Aaarh! of the tigers charge.
Then there was a howl an untigerish howl from Shere Khan. He has missed, said Mother Wolf. What is it?
Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan muttering and mumbling savagely as he tumbled about in the scrub.
The fool has had no more sense than to jump at a woodcutters camp?re, and has burned his feet, said Father Wolf with a grunt. Tabaqui is with him.
Something is coming uphill, said Mother Wolf, twitching one ear. Get ready.
The bushes rustled a little in the thicket, and Father Wolf dropped with his haunches under him, ready for his leap. Then, if you had been watching, you would have seen the most wonderful thing in the world the wolf checked in mid-spring. He made his bound before he saw what it was he was jumping at, and then he tried to stop himself. The result was that he shot up straight into the air for four or ?ve feet, landing almost where he left ground.
Man! he snapped. A mans cub. Look!
Directly in front of him, holding on by a low branch, stood a naked brown baby who could just walk as soft and as dimpled a little atom as ever came to a wolfs cave at night. He looked up into Father Wolfs face, and laughed.
Is that a mans cub? said Mother Wolf. I have never seen one. Bring it here.
A Wolf accustomed to moving his own cubs can, if necessary, mouth an egg without breaking it, and though Father Wolfs jaws closed right on the childs back not a tooth even scratched the skin as he laid it down among the cubs.
How little! How naked, and how bold! said Mother Wolf softly. The baby was pushing his way between the cubs to get close to the warm hide. Ahai! He is taking his meal with the others. And so this is a mans cub. Now, was there ever a wolf that could boast of a mans cub among her children?
I have heard now and again of such a thing, but never in our Pack or in my time, said Father Wolf. He is altogether without hair, and I could kill him with a touch of my foot. But see, he looks up and is not afraid.
The moonlight was blocked out of the mouth of the cave, for Shere Khans great square head and shoulders were thrust into the entrance. Tabaqui, behind him, was squeaking: My lord, my lord, it went in here!
Shere Khan does us great honor, said Father Wolf, but his eyes were very angry. What does Shere Khan need?
My quarry. A mans cub went this way, said Shere Khan. Its parents have run o?. Give it to me.
Shere Khan had jumped at a woodcutters camp?re, as Father Wolf had said, and was furious from the pain of his burned feet. But Father Wolf knew that the mouth of the cave was too narrow for a tiger to come in by. Even where he was, Shere Khans shoulders and forepaws were cramped for want of room, as a mans would be if he tried to ?ght in a barrel.
The Wolves are a free people, said Father Wolf. They take orders from the Head of the Pack, and not from any striped cattle-killer. The mans cub is ours to kill if we choose.
Ye choose and ye do not choose! What talk is this of choosing? By the bull that I killed, am I to stand nosing into your dogs den for my fair dues? It is I, Shere Khan, who speak!
The tigers roar ?lled the cave with thunder. Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons in the darkness, facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan.
And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The mans cub is mine, Lungri mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs frog-eater ?sh-killer he shall hunt thee! Now get hence, or by the Sambhur that I killed (I eat no starved cattle), back thou goest to thy mother, burned beast of the jungle, lamer than ever thou camest into the world! Go!
Father Wolf looked on amazed. He had almost forgotten the days when he won Mother Wolf in fair ?ght from ?ve other wolves, when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for compliments sake. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would ?ght to the death. So he backed out of the cave mouth growling, and when he was clear he shouted:
Each dog barks in his own yard! We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs. The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!
Mother Wolf threw herself down panting among the cubs, and Father Wolf said to her gravely:
Shere Khan speaks this much truth. The cub must be shown to the Pack. Wilt thou still keep him, Mother?
Keep him! she gasped. He came naked, by night, alone and very hungry; yet he was not afraid! Look, he has pushed one of my babes to one side already. And that lame butcher would have killed him and would have run o? to the Waingunga while the villagers here hunted through all our lairs in revenge! Keep him? Assuredly I will keep him. Lie still, little frog. O thou Mowgli for Mowgli the Frog I will call thee the time will come when thou wilt hunt Shere Khan as he has hunted thee.
But what will our Pack say? said Father Wolf.
The Law of the Jungle lays down very clearly that any wolf may, when he marries, withdraw from the Pack he belongs to. But as soon as his cubs are old enough to stand on their feet he must bring them to the Pack Council, which is generally held once a month at full moon, in order that the other wolves may identify them. After that inspection the cubs are free to run where they please, and until they have killed their ?rst buck no excuse is accepted if a grown wolf of the Pack kills one of them. The punishment is death where the murderer can be found; and if you think for a minute you will see that this must be so.
Father Wolf waited till his cubs could run a little, and then on the night of the Pack Meeting took them and Mowgli and Mother Wolf to the Council Rock a hilltop covered with stones and boulders where a hundred wolves could hide. Akela, the great gray Lone Wolf, who led all the Pack by strength and cunning, lay out at full length on his rock, and below him sat forty or more wolves of every size and color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle a buck alone to young black three-year-olds who thought they could. The Lone Wolf had led them for a year now. He had fallen twice into a wolf trap in his youth, and once he had been beaten and left for dead; so he knew the manners and customs of men.
There was very little talking at the Rock. The cubs tumbled over each other in the center of the circle where their mothers and fathers sat, and now and again a senior wolf would go quietly up to a cub, look at him carefully, and return to his place on noiseless feet. Sometimes a mother would push her cub far out into the moonlight to be sure that he had not been overlooked. Akela from his rock would cry: Ye know the Law ye know the Law. Look well, O Wolves! And the anxious mothers would take up the call: Look look well, O Wolves!
At last and Mother Wolfs neck bristles lifted as the time came Father Wolf pushed Mowgli the Frog, as they called him, into the center, where he sat laughing and playing with some pebbles that glistened in the moonlight.
Akela never raised his head from his paws, but went on with the monotonous cry: Look well! A mu?ed roar came up from behind the rocks the voice of Shere Khan crying: The cub is mine. Give him to me. What have the Free People to do with a mans cub?
Akela never even twitched his ears. All he said was: Look well, O Wolves! What have the Free People to do with the orders of any save the Free People? Look well!
There was a chorus of deep growls, and a young wolf in his fourth year ?ung back Shere Khans question to Akela: What have the Free People to do with a mans cub?
Now, the Law of the Jungle lays down that if there is any dispute as to the right of a cub to be accepted by the Pack, he must be spoken for by at least two members of the Pack who are not his father and mother.
Who speaks for this cub? said Akela. Among the Free People who speaks? There was no answer and Mother Wolf got ready for what she knew would be her last ?ght, if things came to ?ghting.
Then the only other creature who is allowed at the Pack Council Baloo, the sleepy brown bear who teaches the wolf cubs the Law of the Jungle: old Baloo, who can come and go where he pleases because he eats only nuts and roots and honey rose upon his hind quarters and grunted.
The mans cub the mans cub? he said. I speak for the mans cub. There is no harm in a mans cub. I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth. Let him run with the Pack, and be entered with the others. I myself will teach him.
We need yet another, said Akela. Baloo has spoken, and he is our teacher for the young cubs. Who speaks besides Baloo?
A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild bu?alo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.
O Akela, and ye the Free People, he purred, I have no right in your assembly, but the Law of the Jungle says that if there is a doubt which is not a killing matter in regard to a new cub, the life of that cub may be bought at a price. And the Law does not say who may or may not pay that price. Am I right?
Good! Good! said the young wolves, who are always hungry. Listen to Bagheera. The cub can be bought for a price. It is the Law.
Knowing that I have no right to speak here, I ask your leave.
Speak then, cried twenty voices.
To kill a naked cub is shame. Besides, he may make better sport for you when he is grown. Baloo has spoken in his behalf. Now to Baloos word I will add one bull, and a fat one, newly killed, not half a mile from here, if ye will accept the mans cub according to the Law. Is it di?cult?
There was a clamor of scores of voices, saying: What matter? He will die in the winter rains. He will scorch in the sun. What harm can a naked frog do us? Let him run with the Pack. Where is the bull, Bagheera? Let him be accepted. And then came Akelas deep bay, crying: Look well look well, O Wolves!
Mowgli was still deeply interested in the pebbles, and he did not notice when the wolves came and looked at him one by one. At last they all went down the hill for the dead bull, and only Akela, Bagheera, Baloo, and Mowglis own wolves were left. Shere Khan roared still in the night, for he was very angry that Mowgli had not been handed over to him.
Ay, roar well, said Bagheera, under his whiskers, for the time will come when this naked thing will make thee roar to another tune, or I know nothing of man.
It was well done, said Akela. Men and their cubs are very wise. He may be a help in time.
Truly, a help in time of need; for none can hope to lead the Pack forever, said Bagheera.
Akela said nothing. He was thinking of the time that comes to every leader of every pack when his strength goes from him and he gets feebler and feebler, till at last he is killed by the wolves and a new leader comes up to be killed in his turn.
Take him away, he said to Father Wolf, and train him as be?ts one of the Free People.
And that is how Mowgli was entered into the Seeonee Wolf Pack for the price of a bull and on Baloos good word.
Now you must be content to skip ten or eleven whole years, and only guess at all the wonderful life that Mowgli led among the wolves, because if it were written out it would fill ever so many books. He grew up with the cubs, though they, of course, were grown wolves almost before he was a child. And Father Wolf taught him his business, and the meaning of things in the jungle, till every rustle in the grass, every breath of the warm night air, every note of the owls above his head, every scratch of a bats claws as it roosted for a while in a tree, and every splash of every little ?sh jumping in a pool meant just as much to him as the work of his o?ce means to a business man. When he was not learning he sat out in the sun and slept, and ate and went to sleep again. When he felt dirty or hot he swam in the forest pools; and when he wanted honey (Baloo told him that honey and nuts were just as pleasant to eat as raw meat) he climbed up for it, and that Bagheera showed him how to do.
Bagheera would lie out on a branch and call, Come along, Little Brother, and at ?rst Mowgli would cling like the sloth, but afterward he would fling himself through the branches almost as boldly as the gray ape. He took his place at the Council Rock, too, when the Pack met, and there he discovered that if he stared hard at any wolf, the wolf would be forced to drop his eyes, and so he used to stare for fun.
At other times he would pick the long thorns out of the pads of his friends, for wolves su?er terribly from thorns and burs in their coats. He would go down the hillside into the cultivated lands by night, and look very curiously at the villagers in their huts, but he had a mistrust of men because Bagheera showed him a square box with a drop gate so cunningly hidden in the jungle that he nearly walked into it, and told him that it was a trap.
He loved better than anything else to go with Bagheera into the dark warm heart of the forest, to sleep all through the drowsy day, and at night see how Bagheera did his killing. Bagheera killed right and left as he felt hungry, and so did Mowgli with one exception. As soon as he was old enough to understand things, Bagheera told him that he must never touch cattle because he had been bought into the Pack at the price of a bulls life. All the jungle is thine, said Bagheera, and thou canst kill everything that thou art strong enough to kill; but for the sake of the bull that bought thee thou must never kill or eat any cattle young or old. That is the Law of the Jungle. Mowgli obeyed faithfully.
And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat.
Mother Wolf told him once or twice that Shere Khan was not a creature to be trusted, and that some day he must kill Shere Khan. But though a young wolf would have remembered that advice every hour, Mowgli forgot it because he was only a boy though he would have called himself a wolf if he had been able to speak in any human tongue.
Shere Khan was always crossing his path in the jungle, for as Akela grew older and feebler the lame tiger had come to be great friends with the younger wolves of the Pack, who followed him for scraps, a thing Akela would never have allowed if he had dared to push his authority to the proper bounds. Then Shere Khan would ?atter them and wonder that such fine young hunters were content to be led by a dying wolf and a mans cub. They tell me, Shere Khan would say, that at Council ye dare not look him between the eyes. And the young wolves would growl and bristle.
Bagheera, who had eyes and ears everywhere, knew something of this, and once or twice he told Mowgli in so many words that Shere Khan would kill him some day. Mowgli would laugh and answer: I have the Pack and I have thee; and Baloo, though he is so lazy, might strike a blow or two for my sake. Why should I be afraid?
It was one very warm day that a new notion came to Bagheera born of something that he had heard. Perhaps Ikki the Porcupine had told him; but he said to Mowgli when they were deep in the jungle, as the boy lay with his head on Bagheeras beautiful black skin, Little Brother, how often have I told thee that Shere Khan is thy enemy?
As many times as there are nuts on that palm, said Mowgli, who, naturally, could not count. What of it? I am sleepy, Bagheera, and Shere Khan is all long tail and loud talk like Mao, the Peacock.
But this is no time for sleeping. Baloo knows it; I know it; the Pack know it; and even the foolish, foolish deer know. Tabaqui has told thee too.
Ho! ho! said Mowgli. Tabaqui came to me not long ago with some rude talk that I was a naked mans cub and not ?t to dig pig-nuts. But I caught Tabaqui by the tail and swung him twice against a palm-tree to teach him better manners.
That was foolishness, for though Tabaqui is a mischief-maker, he would have told thee of something that concerned thee closely. Open those eyes, Little Brother. Shere Khan dare not kill thee in the jungle. But remember, Akela is very old, and soon the day comes when he cannot kill his buck, and then he will be leader no more. Many of the wolves that looked thee over when thou wast brought to the Council ?rst are old too, and the young wolves believe, as Shere Khan has taught them, that a man-cub has no place with the Pack. In a little time thou wilt be a man.
And what is a man that he should not run with his brothers? said Mowgli. I was born in the jungle. I have obeyed the Law of the Jungle, and there is no wolf of ours from whose paws I have not pulled a thorn. Surely they are my brothers!
Bagheera stretched himself at full length and half shut his eyes. Little Brother, said he, feel under my jaw.
Mowgli put up his strong brown hand, and just under Bagheeras silky chin, where the giant rolling muscles were all hid by the glossy hair, he came upon a little bald spot.
There is no one in the jungle that knows that I, Bagheera, carry that mark the mark of the collar; and yet, Little Brother, I was born among men, and it was among men that my mother died in the cages of the kings palace at Oodeypore. It was because of this that I paid the price for thee at the Council when thou wast a little naked cub. Yes, I too was born among men. I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera the Panther and no mans plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away. And because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan. Is it not so?
Yes, said Mowgli, all the jungle fear Bagheera all except Mowgli.
Oh, thou art a mans cub, said the Black Panther very tenderly. And even as I returned to my jungle, so thou must go back to men at last to the men who are thy brothers if thou art not killed in the Council.
But why but why should any wish to kill me? said Mowgli.
Look at me, said Bagheera. And Mowgli looked at him steadily between the eyes. The big panther turned his head away in half a minute.
That is why, he said, shifting his paw on the leaves. Not even I can look thee between the eyes, and I was born among men, and I love thee, Little Brother. The others they hate thee because their eyes cannot meet thine; because thou art wise; because thou hast pulled out thorns from their feet because thou art a man.
I did not know these things, said Mowgli sullenly, and he frowned under his heavy black eyebrows.
What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike ?rst and then give tongue. By thy very carelessness they know that thou art a man. But be wise. It is in my heart that when Akela misses his next kill and at each hunt it costs him more to pin the buck the Pack will turn against him and against thee. They will hold a jungle Council at the Rock, and then and then I have it! said Bagheera, leaping up. Go thou down quickly to the mens huts in the valley, and take some of the Red Flower which they grow there, so that when the time comes thou mayest have even a stronger friend than I or Baloo or those of the Pack that love thee. Get the Red Flower.
By Red Flower Bagheera meant ?re, only no creature in the jungle will call ?re by its proper name. Every beast lives in deadly fear of it, and invents a hundred ways of describing it.
The Red Flower? said Mowgli. That grows outside their huts in the twilight. I will get some.
There speaks the mans cub, said Bagheera proudly. Remember that it grows in little pots. Get one swiftly, and keep it by thee for time of need.
Good! said Mowgli. I go. But art thou sure, O my Bagheera he slipped his arm around the splendid neck and looked deep into the big eyes art thou sure that all this is Shere Khans doing?
By the Broken Lock that freed me, I am sure, Little Brother.
Then, by the Bull that bought me, I will pay Shere Khan full tale for this, and it may be a little over, said Mowgli, and he bounded away.
That is a man. That is all a man, said Bagheera to himself, lying down again. Oh, Shere Khan, never was a blacker hunting than that frog-hunt of thine ten years ago!
Mowgli was far and far through the forest, running hard, and his heart was hot in him. He came to the cave as the evening mist rose, and drew breath, and looked down the valley. The cubs were out, but Mother Wolf, at the back of the cave, knew by his breathing that something was troubling her frog.
What is it, Son? she said.
Some bats chatter of Shere Khan, he called back. I hunt among the plowed fields tonight, and he plunged downward through the bushes, to the stream at the bottom of the valley. There he checked, for he heard the yell of the Pack hunting, heard the bellow of a hunted Sambhur, and the snort as the buck turned at bay. Then there were wicked, bitter howls from the young wolves: Akela! Akela! Let the Lone Wolf show his strength. Room for the leader of the Pack! Spring, Akela!
The Lone Wolf must have sprung and missed his hold, for Mowgli heard the snap of his teeth and then a yelp as the Sambhur knocked him over with his fore foot.
He did not wait for anything more, but dashed on;
and the yells grew fainter behind him as he ran into the croplands where the villagers lived.
Bagheera spoke truth, he panted, as he nestled down in some cattle fodder by the window of a hut. To-morrow is one day both for Akela and for me.
Then he pressed his face close to the window and watched the ?re on the hearth. He saw the husbandmans wife get up and feed it in the night with black lumps. And when the morning came and the mists were all white and cold, he saw the mans child pick up a wicker pot plastered inside with earth, ?ll it with lumps of red-hot charcoal, put it under his blanket, and go out to tend the cows in the byre.
Is that all? said Mowgli. If a cub can do it, there is nothing to fear. So he strode round the corner and met the boy, took the pot from his hand, and disappeared into the mist while the boy howled with fear.
They are very like me, said Mowgli, blowing into the pot as he had seen the woman do. This thing will die if I do not give it things to eat; and he dropped twigs and dried bark on the red stu?. Halfway up the hill he met Bagheera with the morning dew shining like moonstones on his coat.
Akela has missed, said the Panther. They would have killed him last night, but they needed thee also. They were looking for thee on the hill.
I was among the plowed lands. I am ready. See! Mowgli held up the ?re-pot.
Good! Now, I have seen men thrust a dry branch into that stu?, and presently the Red Flower blossomed at the end of it. Art thou not afraid?
No. Why should I fear? I remember now if it is not a dream how, before I was a Wolf, I lay beside the Red Flower, and it was warm and pleasant.
All that day Mowgli sat in the cave tending his ?re pot and dipping dry branches into it to see how they looked. He found a branch that satis?ed him, and in the evening when Tabaqui came to the cave and told him rudely enough that he was wanted at the Council Rock, he laughed till Tabaqui ran away. Then Mowgli went to the Council, still laughing.
Akela the Lone Wolf lay by the side of his rock as a sign that the leadership of the Pack was open, and Shere Khan with his following of scrap-fed wolves walked to and fro openly being ?attered. Bagheera lay close to Mowgli, and the ?re pot was between Mowglis knees. When they were all gathered together, Shere Khan began to speak a thing he would never have dared to do when Akela was in his prime.
He has no right, whispered Bagheera. Say so. He is a dogs son. He will be frightened.
Mowgli sprang to his feet. Free People, he cried, does Shere Khan lead the Pack? What has a tiger to do with our leadership?
Seeing that the leadership is yet open, and being asked to speak Shere Khan began.
By whom? said Mowgli. Are we all jackals, to fawn on this cattle butcher? The leadership of the Pack is with the Pack alone.
There were yells of Silence, thou mans cub! Let him speak. He has kept our Law; and at last the seniors of the Pack thundered: Let the Dead Wolf speak.
When a leader of the Pack has missed his kill, he is called the Dead Wolf as long as he lives, which is not long, as a rule.
Akela raised his old head wearily:
Free People, and ye too, jackals of Shere Khan, for twelve seasons I have led ye to and from the kill, and in all that time not one has been trapped or maimed. Now I have missed my kill. Ye know how that plot was made. Ye know how ye brought me up to an untried buck to make my weakness known. It was cleverly done. Your right is to kill me here on the Council Rock, now. Therefore, I ask, who comes to make an end of the Lone Wolf? For it is my right, by the Law of the Jungle, that ye come one by one.
There was a long hush, for no single wolf cared to ?ght Akela to the death. Then Shere Khan roared: Bah! What have we to do with this toothless fool? He is doomed to die! It is the man-cub who has lived too long. Free People, he was my meat from the ?rst. Give him to me. I am weary of this man-wolf folly. He has troubled the jungle for ten seasons. Give me the man-cub, or I will hunt here always, and not give you one bone. He is a man, a mans child, and from the marrow of my bones I hate him!
Then more than half the Pack yelled: A man! A man! What has a man to do with us? Let him go to his own place.
And turn all the people of the villages against us? clamored Shere Khan. No, give him to me. He is a man, and none of us can look him between the eyes.
Akela lifted his head again and said, He has eaten our food. He has slept with us. He has driven game for us. He has broken no word of the Law of the Jungle.
Also, I paid for him with a bull when he was accepted. The worth of a bull is little, but Bagheeras honor is something that he will perhaps ?ght for, said Bagheera in his gentlest voice.
A bull paid ten years ago! the Pack snarled. What do we care for bones ten years old?
Or for a pledge? said Bagheera, his white teeth bared under his lip. Well are ye called the Free People!
No mans cub can run with the people of the jungle, howled Shere Khan. Give him to me!
He is our brother in all but blood, Akela went on, and ye would kill him here! In truth, I have lived too long. Some of ye are eaters of cattle, and of others I have heard that, under Shere Khans teaching, ye go by dark night and snatch children from the villagers doorstep. Therefore I know ye to be cowards, and it is to cowards I speak. It is certain that I must die, and my life is of no worth, or I would o?er that in the man-cubs place. But for the sake of the Honor of the Pack, a little matter that by being without a leader ye have forgotten, I promise that if ye let the man-cub go to his own place, I will not, when my time comes to die, bare one tooth against ye. I will die without ?ghting. That will at least save the Pack three lives. More I cannot do; but if ye will, I can save ye the shame that comes of killing a brother against whom there is no fault a brother spoken for and bought into the Pack according to the Law of the Jungle.
He is a man a man a man! snarled the Pack. And most of the wolves began to gather round Shere Khan, whose tail was beginning to switch.
Now the business is in thy hands, said Bagheera to Mowgli. We can do no more except ?ght.
Mowgli stood upright the ?re pot in his hands. Then he stretched out his arms, and yawned in the face of the Council; but he was furious with rage and sorrow, for, wol?ike, the wolves had never told him how they hated him.
Listen you! he cried. There is no need for this dogs jabber. Ye have told me so often tonight that I am a man (and indeed I would have been a wolf with you to my lifes end) that I feel your words are true. So I do not call ye my brothers any more, but sag [dogs], as a man should. What ye will do, and what ye will not do, is not yours to say. That matter is with me; and that we may see the matter more plainly, I, the man, have brought here a little of the Red Flower which ye, dogs, fear.
He ?ung the ?re pot on the ground, and some of the red coals lit a tuft of dried moss that ?ared up, as all the Council drew back in terror before the leaping ?ames.
Mowgli thrust his dead branch into the ?re till the twigs lit and crackled, and whirled it above his head among the cowering wolves.
Thou art the master, said Bagheera in an undertone. Save Akela from the death. He was ever thy friend.
Akela, the grim old wolf who had never asked for mercy in his life, gave one piteous look at Mowgli as the boy stood all naked, his long black hair tossing over his shoulders in the light of the blazing branch that made the shadows jump and quiver.
Good! said Mowgli, staring round slowly. I see that ye are dogs. I go from you to my own people if they be my own people. The jungle is shut to me, and I must forget your talk and your companionship. But I will be more merciful than ye are. Because I was all but your brother in blood, I promise that when I am a man among men I will not betray ye to men as ye have betrayed me. He kicked the ?re with his foot, and the sparks ?ew up. There shall be no war between any of us in the Pack. But here is a debt to pay before I go. He strode forward to where Shere Khan sat blinking stupidly at the ?ames, and caught him by the tuft on his chin. Bagheera followed in case of accidents. Up, dog! Mowgli cried. Up, when a man speaks, or I will set that coat ablaze!
Shere Khans ears lay ?at back on his head, and he shut his eyes, for the blazing branch was very near.
This cattle-killer said he would kill me in the Council because he had not killed me when I was a cub. Thus and thus, then, do we beat dogs when we are men. Stir a whisker, Lungri, and I ram the Red Flower down thy gullet! He beat Shere Khan over the head with the branch, and the tiger whimpered and whined in an agony of fear.
Pah! Singed jungle cat go now! But remember when next I come to the Council Rock, as a man should come, it will be with Shere Khans hide on my head. For the rest, Akela goes free to live as he pleases. Ye will not kill him, because that is not my will. Nor do I think that ye will sit here any longer, lolling out your tongues as though ye were somebodies, instead of dogs whom I drive out thus! Go!
The fire was burning furiously at the end of the branch, and Mowgli struck right and left round the circle, and the wolves ran howling with the sparks burning their fur. At last there were only Akela, Bagheera, and perhaps ten wolves that had taken Mowglis part. Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him, as he had never been hurt in his life before, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.
What is it? What is it? he said. I do not wish to leave the jungle, and I do not know what this is. Am I dying, Bagheera?
No, Little Brother. That is only tears such as men use, said Bagheera. Now I know thou art a man, and a mans cub no longer. The jungle is shut indeed to thee henceforward. Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears. So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life before.
Now, he said, I will go to men. But ?rst I must say farewell to my mother. And he went to the cave where she lived with Father Wolf, and he cried on her coat, while the four cubs howled miserably.
Ye will not forget me? said Mowgli.
Never while we can follow a trail, said the cubs. Come to the foot of the hill when thou art a man, and we will talk to thee; and we will come into the croplands to play with thee by night.
Come soon! said Father Wolf. Oh, wise little frog, come again soon; for we be old, thy mother and I.
Come soon, said Mother Wolf, little naked son of mine. For, listen, child of man, I loved thee more than ever I loved my cubs.
I will surely come, said Mowgli. And when I come it will be to lay out Shere Khans hide upon the Council Rock. Do not forget me! Tell them in the jungle never to forget me!
The dawn was beginning to break when Mowgli went down the hillside alone, to meet those mysterious things that are called men.
HUNTING-SONG OF THE SEEONEE PACK
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.
This I, scouting alone, beheld,
Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back
To carry the word to the waiting pack,
And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track
Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled
Once, twice and again!
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark!
Eyes that can see in the dark the dark!
Tongue give tongue to it! Hark! O hark!
Once, twice and again!
KAAS HUNTING
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns
are the Bu?alos pride
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is
known by the gloss of his hide.
If ye ?nd that the Bullock can toss you, or the
heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us: we knew
it ten seasons before.
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail
them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be
the Bear is their mother.
There is none like to me! says the Cub in
the pride of his earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is
small. Let him think and be still.
Maxims of Baloo
All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on Shere Khan the tiger. It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil, for the young wolves will only learn as much of the Law of the Jungle as applies to their own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as they can repeat the Hunting Verse Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate. But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal more than this. Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli recited the days lesson to Baloo. The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run. So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them ?fty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them. None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are very ready to fly at an intruder. Then, too, Mowgli was taught the Strangers Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it is answered, whenever one of the Jungle-People hunts outside his own grounds. It means, translated, Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry. And the answer is, Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure.
All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a hundred times. But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when Mowgli had been cu?ed and run o? in a temper, A mans cub is a mans cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.
But think how small he is, said the Black Panther, who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. How can his little head carry all thy long talk?
Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets.
Softly! What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet? Bagheera grunted. His face is all bruised today by thy softness. Ugh.
Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance, Baloo answered very earnestly. I am now teaching him the Master Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, except his own pack. He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating?
Well, look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub. He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon. But what are those Master Words? I am more likely to give help than to ask it Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue, ripping-chisel talons at the end of it still I should like to know.
I will call Mowgli and he shall say them if he will. Come, Little Brother!
My head is ringing like a bee tree, said a sullen little voice over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant, adding as he reached the ground: I come for Bagheera and not for thee, fat old Baloo!
That is all one to me, said Baloo, though he was hurt and grieved. Tell Bagheera, then, the Master Words of the Jungle that I have taught thee this day.
Master Words for which people? said Mowgli, delighted to show o?. The jungle has many tongues. I know them all.
A little thou knowest, but not much. See, O Bagheera, they never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings. Say the word for the Hunting-People, then great scholar.
We be of one blood, ye and I, said Mowgli, giving the words the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use.
Good. Now for the birds.
Mowgli repeated, with the Kites whistle at the end of the sentence.
Now for the Snake-People, said Bagheera.
The answer was a perfectly indescribable hiss, and Mowgli kicked up his feet behind, clapped his hands together to applaud himself, and jumped on to Bagheeras back, where he sat sideways, drumming with his heels on the glossy skin and making the worst faces he could think of at Baloo.
There there! That was worth a little bruise, said the brown bear tenderly. Some day thou wilt remember me. Then he turned aside to tell Bagheera how he had begged the Master Words from Hathi the Wild Elephant, who knows all about these things, and how Hathi had taken Mowgli down to a pool to get the Snake Word from a water-snake, because Baloo could not pronounce it, and how Mowgli was now reasonably safe against all accidents in the jungle, because neither snake, bird, nor beast would hurt him.
No one then is to be feared, Baloo wound up, patting his big furry stomach with pride.
Except his own tribe, said Bagheera, under his breath; and then aloud to Mowgli, Have a care for my ribs, Little Brother! What is all this dancing up and down?
Mowgli had been trying to make himself heard by pulling at Bagheeras shoulder fur and kicking hard. When the two listened to him he was shouting at the top of his voice, And so I shall have a tribe of my own, and lead them through the branches all day long.
What is this new folly, little dreamer of dreams? said Bagheera.
Yes, and throw branches and dirt at old Baloo, Mowgli went on. They have promised me this. Ah!
Whoof! Baloos big paw scooped Mowgli off Bagheeras back, and as the boy lay between the big fore-paws he could see the Bear was angry.
Mowgli, said Baloo, thou hast been talking with the Bandar-log the Monkey People.
Mowgli looked at Bagheera to see if the Panther was angry too, and Bagheeras eyes were as hard as jade stones.
Thou hast been with the Monkey People the gray apes the people without a law the eaters of everything. That is great shame.
When Baloo hurt my head, said Mowgli (he was still on his back), I went away, and the gray apes came down from the trees and had pity on me. No one else cared. He snu?ed a little.
The pity of the Monkey People! Baloo snorted. The stillness of the mountain stream! The cool of the summer sun! And then, man-cub?
And then, and then, they gave me nuts and pleasant things to eat, and they they carried me in their arms up to the top of the trees and said I was their blood brother except that I had no tail, and should be their leader some day.
They have no leader, said Bagheera. They lie. They have always lied.
They were very kind and bade me come again. Why have I never been taken among the Monkey People? They stand on their feet as I do. They do not hit me with their hard paws. They play all day. Let me get up! Bad Baloo, let me up! I will play with them again.
Listen, man-cub, said the Bear, and his voice rumbled like thunder on a hot night. I have taught thee all the Law of the Jungle for all the peoples of the jungle except the Monkey-Folk who live in the trees. They have no law. They are outcasts. They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen, and peep, and wait up above in the branches. Their way is not our way. They are without leaders. They have no remembrance. They boast and chatter and pretend that they are a great people about to do great a?airs in the jungle, but the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter and all is forgotten. We of the jungle have no dealings with them. We do not drink where the monkeys drink; we do not go where the monkeys go; we do not hunt where they hunt; we do not die where they die. Hast thou ever heard me speak of the Bandar-log till today?
No, said Mowgli in a whisper, for the forest was very still now Baloo had ?nished.
The Jungle-People put them out of their mouths and out of their minds. They are very many, evil, dirty, shameless, and they desire, if they have any ?xed desire, to be noticed by the Jungle People. But we do not notice them even when they throw nuts and ?lth on our heads.
He had hardly spoken when a shower of nuts and twigs spattered down through the branches; and they could hear coughings and howlings and angry jumpings high up in the air among the thin branches.
The Monkey-People are forbidden, said Baloo, forbidden to the Jungle-People. Remember.
Forbidden, said Bagheera, but I still think Baloo should have warned thee against them.
I I? How was I to guess he would play with such dirt. The Monkey People! Faugh!
A fresh shower came down on their heads and the two trotted away, taking Mowgli with them. What Baloo had said about the monkeys was perfectly true. They belonged to the tree-tops, and as beasts very seldom look up, there was no occasion for the monkeys and the Jungle-People to cross each others path. But whenever they found a sick wolf, or a wounded tiger, or bear, the monkeys would torment him, and would throw sticks and nuts at any beast for fun and in the hope of being noticed. Then they would howl and shriek senseless songs, and invite the Jungle-People to climb up their trees and fight them, or would start furious battles over nothing among themselves, and leave the dead monkeys where the Jungle-People could see them.
They were always just going to have a leader, and laws and customs of their own, but they never did, because their memories would not hold over from day to day, and so they compromised things by making up a saying, What the Bandar-log think now the jungle will think later, and that comforted them a great deal. None of the beasts could reach them, but on the other hand none of the beasts would notice them, and that was why they were so pleased when Mowgli came to play with them, and they heard how angry Baloo was.
They never meant to do any more the Bandar-log never mean anything at all; but one of them invented what seemed to him a brilliant idea, and he told all the others that Mowgli would be a useful person to keep in the tribe, because he could weave sticks together for protection from the wind; so, if they caught him, they could make him teach them. Of course Mowgli, as a woodcutters child, inherited all sorts of instincts, and used to make little huts of fallen branches without thinking how he came to do it. The Monkey-People, watching in the trees, considered his play most wonderful. This time, they said, they were really going to have a leader and become the wisest people in the jungle so wise that everyone else would notice and envy them. Therefore they followed Baloo and Bagheera and Mowgli through the jungle very quietly till it was time for the midday nap, and Mowgli, who was very much ashamed of himself, slept between the Panther and the Bear, resolving to have no more to do with the Monkey People.
The next thing he remembered was feeling hands on his legs and arms hard, strong, little hands and then a swash of branches in his face, and then he was staring down through the swaying boughs as Baloo woke the jungle with his deep cries and Bagheera bounded up the trunk with every tooth bared. The Bandar-log howled with triumph and scu?ed away to the upper branches where Bagheera dared not follow, shouting: He has noticed us! Bagheera has noticed us. All the Jungle-People admire us for our skill and our cunning. Then they began their ?ight; and the ?ight of the Monkey-People through tree-land is one of the things nobody can describe. They have their regular roads and crossroads, up hills and down hills, all laid out from ?fty to seventy or a hundred feet above ground, and by these they can travel even at night if necessary.
Two of the strongest monkeys caught Mowgli under the arms and swung o? with him through the treetops, twenty feet at a bound. Had they been alone they could have gone twice as fast, but the boys weight held them back. Sick and giddy as Mowgli was he could not help enjoying the wild rush, though the glimpses of earth far down below frightened him, and the terrible check and jerk at the end of the swing over nothing but empty air brought his heart between his teeth.
His escort would rush him up a tree till he felt the thinnest topmost branches crackle and bend under them, and then with a cough and a whoop would ?ing themselves into the air outward and downward, and bring up, hanging by their hands or their feet to the lower limbs of the next tree. Sometimes he could see for miles and miles across the still green jungle, as a man on the top of a mast can see for miles across the sea, and then the branches and leaves would lash him across the face, and he and his two guards would be almost down to earth again.
So, bounding and crashing and whooping and yelling, the whole tribe of Bandar-log swept along the tree-roads with Mowgli their prisoner.
For a time he was afraid of being dropped. Then he grew angry but knew better than to struggle, and then he began to think. The ?rst thing was to send back word to Baloo and Bagheera, for, at the pace the monkeys were going, he knew his friends would be left far behind. It was useless to look down, for he could only see the topsides of the branches, so he stared upward and saw, far away in the blue, Rann the Kite balancing and wheeling as he kept watch over the jungle waiting for things to die. Rann saw that the monkeys were carrying something, and dropped a few hundred yards to ?nd out whether their load was good to eat. He whistled with surprise when he saw Mowgli being dragged up to a treetop and heard him give the Kite call for We be of one blood, thou and I. The waves of the branches closed over the boy, but Rann balanced away to the next tree in time to see the little brown face come up again. Mark my trail! Mowgli shouted. Tell Baloo of the Seeonee Pack and Bagheera of the Council Rock.
In whose name, Brother? Rann had never seen Mowgli before, though of course he had heard of him.
Mowgli, the Frog. Man-cub they call me! Mark my trail!
The last words were shrieked as he was being swung through the air, but Rann nodded and rose up till he looked no bigger than a speck of dust, and there he hung, watching with his telescope eyes the swaying of the treetops as Mowglis escort whirled along.
They never go far, he said with a chuckle. They never do what they set out to do. Always pecking at new things are the Bandar-log. This time, if I have any eye-sight, they have pecked down trouble for themselves, for Baloo is no ?edgling and Bagheera can, as I know, kill more than goats.
So he rocked on his wings, his feet gathered up under him, and waited.
Meantime, Baloo and Bagheera were furious with rage and grief. Bagheera climbed as he had never climbed before, but the thin branches broke beneath his weight, and he slipped down, his claws full of bark.
Why didst thou not warn the man-cub? he roared to poor Baloo, who had set o? at a clumsy trot in the hope of overtaking the monkeys. What was the use of half slaying him with blows if thou didst not warn him?
Haste! O haste! We we may catch them yet! Baloo panted.
At that speed! It would not tire a wounded cow. Teacher of the Law cub-beater a mile of that rolling to and fro would burst thee open. Sit still and think! Make a plan. This is no time for chasing. They may drop him if we follow too close.
Arrula! Whoo! They may have dropped him already, being tired of carrying him. Who can trust the Bandar-log? Put dead bats on my head! Give me black bones to eat! Roll me into the hives of the wild bees that I may be stung to death, and bury me with the Hyaena, for I am most miserable of bears! Arulala! Wahooa! O Mowgli, Mowgli! Why did I not warn thee against the Monkey-Folk instead of breaking thy head? Now perhaps I may have knocked the days lesson out of his mind, and he will be alone in the jungle without the Master Words.
Baloo clasped his paws over his ears and rolled to and fro moaning.
At least he gave me all the Words correctly a little time ago, said Bagheera impatiently. Baloo, thou hast neither memory nor respect. What would the jungle think if I, the Black Panther, curled myself up like Ikki the Porcupine, and howled?
What do I care what the jungle thinks? He may be dead by now.
Unless and until they drop him from the branches in sport, or kill him out of idleness, I have no fear for the man-cub. He is wise and well taught, and above all he has the eyes that make the Jungle-People afraid. But (and it is a great evil) he is in the power of the Bandar-log, and they, because they live in trees, have no fear of any of our people. Bagheera licked one forepaw thoughtfully.
Fool that I am! Oh, fat, brown, root-digging fool that I am, said Baloo, uncoiling himself with a jerk, it is true what Hathi the Wild Elephant says: `To each his own fear; and they, the Bandar-log, fear Kaa the Rock Snake. He can climb as well as they can. He steals the young monkeys in the night. The whisper of his name makes their wicked tails cold. Let us go to Kaa.
What will he do for us? He is not of our tribe, being footless and with most evil eyes, said Bagheera.
He is very old and very cunning. Above all, he is always hungry, said Baloo hopefully. Promise him many goats.
He sleeps for a full month after he has once eaten. He may be asleep now, and even were he awake what if he would rather kill his own goats? Bagheera, who did not know much about Kaa, was naturally suspicious.
Then in that case, thou and I together, old hunter, might make him see reason. Here Baloo rubbed his faded brown shoulder against the Panther, and they went o? to look for Kaa the Rock Python.
They found him stretched out on a warm ledge in the afternoon sun, admiring his beautiful new coat, for he had been in retirement for the last ten days changing his skin, and now he was very splendid darting his big blunt-nosed head along the ground, and twisting the thirty feet of his body into fantastic knots and curves, and licking his lips as he thought of his dinner to come.
He has not eaten, said Baloo, with a grunt of relief, as soon as he saw the beautifully mottled brown and yellow jacket. Be careful, Bagheera! He is always a little blind after he has changed his skin, and very quick to strike.
Kaa was not a poison snake in fact he rather despised the poison snakes as cowards but his strength lay in his hug, and when he had once lapped his huge coils round anybody there was no more to be said. Good hunting! cried Baloo, sitting up on his haunches. Like all snakes of his breed Kaa was rather deaf, and did not hear the call at ?rst. Then he curled up ready for any accident, his head lowered.
Good hunting for us all, he answered. Oho, Baloo, what dost thou do here? Good hunting, Bagheera. One of us at least needs food. Is there any news of game afoot? A doe now, or even a young buck? I am as empty as a dried well.
We are hunting, said Baloo carelessly. He knew that you must not hurry Kaa. He is too big.
Give me permission to come with you, said Kaa. A blow more or less is nothing to thee, Bagheera or Baloo, but I I have to wait and wait for days in a wood-path and climb half a night on the mere chance of a young ape. Psshaw! The branches are not what they were when I was young. Rotten twigs and dry boughs are they all.
Maybe thy great weight has something to do with the matter, said Baloo.
I am a fair length a fair length, said Kaa with a little pride. But for all that, it is the fault of this new-grown timber. I came very near to falling on my last hunt very near indeed and the noise of my slipping, for my tail was not tight wrapped around the tree, waked the Bandar-log, and they called me most evil names.
Footless, yellow earth-worm, said Bagheera under his whiskers, as though he were trying to remember something.
Sssss! Have they ever called me that? said Kaa.
Something of that kind it was that they shouted to us last moon, but we never noticed them. They will say anything even that thou hast lost all thy teeth, and wilt not face anything bigger than a kid, because (they are indeed shameless, these Bandar-log) because thou art afraid of the he-goats horns, Bagheera went on sweetly.
Now a snake, especially a wary old python like Kaa, very seldom shows that he is angry, but Baloo and Bagheera could see the big swallowing muscles on either side of Kaas throat ripple and bulge.
The Bandar-log have shifted their grounds, he said quietly. When I came up into the sun today I heard them whooping among the tree-tops.
It it is the Bandar-log that we follow now, said Baloo, but the words stuck in his throat, for that was the first time in his memory that one of the Jungle-People had owned to being interested in the doings of the monkeys.
Beyond doubt then it is no small thing that takes two such hunters leaders in their own jungle I am certain on the trail of the Bandar-log, Kaa replied courteously, as he swelled with curiosity.
Indeed, Baloo began, I am no more than the old and sometimes very foolish Teacher of the Law to the Seeonee wolf-cubs, and Bagheera here
Is Bagheera, said the Black Panther, and his jaws shut with a snap, for he did not believe in being humble. The trouble is this, Kaa. Those nut-stealers and pickers of palm leaves have stolen away our man-cub of whom thou hast perhaps heard.
I heard some news from Ikki (his quills make him presumptuous) of a man-thing that was entered into a wolf pack, but I did not believe. Ikki is full of stories half heard and very badly told.
But it is true. He is such a man-cub as never was, said Baloo. The best and wisest and boldest of man-cubs my own pupil, who shall make the name of Baloo famous through all the jungles; and besides, I we love him, Kaa.
Ts! Ts! said Kaa, weaving his head to and fro. I also have known what love is. There are tales I could tell that
That need a clear night when we are all well fed to praise properly, said Bagheera quickly. Our man-cub is in the hands of the Bandar-log now, and we know that of all the Jungle-People they fear Kaa alone.
They fear me alone. They have good reason, said Kaa. Chattering, foolish, vain vain, foolish, and chattering, are the monkeys. But a man-thing in their hands is in no good luck. They grow tired of the nuts they pick, and throw them down. They carry a branch half a day, meaning to do great things with it, and then they snap it in two. That man-thing is not to be envied. They called me also `yellow ?sh was it not?
Worm worm earth-worm, said Bagheera, as well as other things which I cannot now say for shame.
We must remind them to speak well of their master. Aaa-ssp! We must help their wandering memories. Now, whither went they with the cub?
The jungle alone knows. Toward the sunset, I believe, said Baloo. We had thought that thou wouldst know, Kaa.
I? How? I take them when they come in my way, but I do not hunt the Bandar-log, or frogs or green scum on a water-hole, for that matter.
Up, Up! Up, Up! Hillo! Illo! Illo, look up, Baloo of the Seeonee Wolf Pack!
Baloo looked up to see where the voice came from, and there was Rann the Kite, sweeping down with the sun shining on the upturned flanges of his wings. It was near Ranns bedtime, but he had ranged all over the jungle looking for the Bear and had missed him in the thick foliage.
What is it? said Baloo.
I have seen Mowgli among the Bandar-log. He bade me tell you. I watched. The Bandar-log have taken him beyond the river to the monkey city to the Cold Lairs. They may stay there for a night, or ten nights, or an hour. I have told the bats to watch through the dark time. That is my message. Good hunting, all you below!
Full gorge and a deep sleep to you, Rann, cried Bagheera. I will remember thee in my next kill, and put aside the head for thee alone, O best of kites!
It is nothing. It is nothing. The boy held the Master Word. I could have done no less, and Rann circled up again to his roost.
He has not forgotten to use his tongue, said Baloo with a chuckle of pride. To think of one so young remembering the Master Word for the birds too while he was being pulled across trees!
It was most ?rmly driven into him, said Bagheera. But I am proud of him, and now we must go to the Cold Lairs.
They all knew where that place was, but few of the Jungle People ever went there, because what they called the Cold Lairs was an old deserted city, lost and buried in the jungle, and beasts seldom use a place that men have once used. The wild boar will, but the hunting tribes do not. Besides, the monkeys lived there as much as they could be said to live anywhere, and no self-respecting animal would come within eyeshot of it except in times of drought, when the half-ruined tanks and reservoirs held a little water.
It is half a nights journey at full speed, said Bagheera, and Baloo looked very serious. I will go as fast as I can, he said anxiously.
We dare not wait for thee. Follow, Baloo. We must go on the quick-foot Kaa and I.
Feet or no feet, I can keep abreast of all thy four, said Kaa shortly.
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Rudyard Kipling
The jungle book
MOWGLIS 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 oclock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his days rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, 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 spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this world.
It was the jackal Tabaqui, the Dish-licker and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee the madness and run.
Enter, then, and look, said Father Wolf sti?y, but there is no food here.
For a wolf, no, said Tabaqui, but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and choose? He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.
All thanks for this good meal, he said, licking his lips. How beautiful are the noble children! How large are their eyes! And so young too! Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings are men from the beginning.
Now, Tabaqui knew as well as anyone else that there is nothing so unlucky as to compliment children to their faces. It pleased him to see Mother and Father Wolf look uncomfortable.
Tabaqui sat still, rejoicing in the mischief that he had made, and then he said spitefully:
Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me.
Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.
He has no right! Father Wolf began angrily By the Law of the Jungle he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will frighten every head of game within ten miles, and I I have to kill for two, these days.
His mother did not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing, said Mother Wolf quietly. He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!
Shall I tell him of your gratitude? said Tabaqui.
Out! snapped Father Wolf. Out and hunt with thy master. Thou hast done harm enough for one night.
I go, said Tabaqui quietly. Ye can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I might have saved myself the message.
Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he heard the dry, angry, snarly, singsong whine of a tiger who has caught nothing and does not care if all the jungle knows it.
The fool! said Father Wolf. To begin a nights work with that noise! Does he think that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?
Hsh. It is neither bullock nor buck he hunts tonight, said Mother Wolf. It is Man. The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to come from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders woodcutters and gypsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.
Man! said Father Wolf, showing all his white teeth. Faugh! Are there not enough beetles and frogs in the tanks that he must eat Man, and on our ground too!
The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason, forbids every beast to eat Man except when he is killing to show his children how to kill, and then he must hunt outside the hunting grounds of his pack or tribe. The real reason for this is that man-killing means, sooner or later, the arrival of white men on elephants, with guns, and hundreds of brown men with gongs and rockets and torches. Then everybody in the jungle su?ers. The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenseless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him. They say too and it is true that man-eaters become mangy, and lose their teeth.
The purr grew louder, and ended in the full-throated Aaarh! of the tigers charge.
Then there was a howl an untigerish howl from Shere Khan. He has missed, said Mother Wolf. What is it?
Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan muttering and mumbling savagely as he tumbled about in the scrub.
The fool has had no more sense than to jump at a woodcutters camp?re, and has burned his feet, said Father Wolf with a grunt. Tabaqui is with him.
Something is coming uphill, said Mother Wolf, twitching one ear. Get ready.
The bushes rustled a little in the thicket, and Father Wolf dropped with his haunches under him, ready for his leap. Then, if you had been watching, you would have seen the most wonderful thing in the world the wolf checked in mid-spring. He made his bound before he saw what it was he was jumping at, and then he tried to stop himself. The result was that he shot up straight into the air for four or ?ve feet, landing almost where he left ground.
Man! he snapped. A mans cub. Look!
Directly in front of him, holding on by a low branch, stood a naked brown baby who could just walk as soft and as dimpled a little atom as ever came to a wolfs cave at night. He looked up into Father Wolfs face, and laughed.
Is that a mans cub? said Mother Wolf. I have never seen one. Bring it here.
A Wolf accustomed to moving his own cubs can, if necessary, mouth an egg without breaking it, and though Father Wolfs jaws closed right on the childs back not a tooth even scratched the skin as he laid it down among the cubs.
How little! How naked, and how bold! said Mother Wolf softly. The baby was pushing his way between the cubs to get close to the warm hide. Ahai! He is taking his meal with the others. And so this is a mans cub. Now, was there ever a wolf that could boast of a mans cub among her children?
I have heard now and again of such a thing, but never in our Pack or in my time, said Father Wolf. He is altogether without hair, and I could kill him with a touch of my foot. But see, he looks up and is not afraid.
The moonlight was blocked out of the mouth of the cave, for Shere Khans great square head and shoulders were thrust into the entrance. Tabaqui, behind him, was squeaking: My lord, my lord, it went in here!
Shere Khan does us great honor, said Father Wolf, but his eyes were very angry. What does Shere Khan need?
My quarry. A mans cub went this way, said Shere Khan. Its parents have run o?. Give it to me.
Shere Khan had jumped at a woodcutters camp?re, as Father Wolf had said, and was furious from the pain of his burned feet. But Father Wolf knew that the mouth of the cave was too narrow for a tiger to come in by. Even where he was, Shere Khans shoulders and forepaws were cramped for want of room, as a mans would be if he tried to ?ght in a barrel.
The Wolves are a free people, said Father Wolf. They take orders from the Head of the Pack, and not from any striped cattle-killer. The mans cub is ours to kill if we choose.
Ye choose and ye do not choose! What talk is this of choosing? By the bull that I killed, am I to stand nosing into your dogs den for my fair dues? It is I, Shere Khan, who speak!
The tigers roar ?lled the cave with thunder. Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons in the darkness, facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan.
And it is I, Raksha [The Demon], who answers. The mans cub is mine, Lungri mine to me! He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs frog-eater ?sh-killer he shall hunt thee! Now get hence, or by the Sambhur that I killed (I eat no starved cattle), back thou goest to thy mother, burned beast of the jungle, lamer than ever thou camest into the world! Go!
Father Wolf looked on amazed. He had almost forgotten the days when he won Mother Wolf in fair ?ght from ?ve other wolves, when she ran in the Pack and was not called The Demon for compliments sake. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would ?ght to the death. So he backed out of the cave mouth growling, and when he was clear he shouted:
Each dog barks in his own yard! We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs. The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves!
Mother Wolf threw herself down panting among the cubs, and Father Wolf said to her gravely:
Shere Khan speaks this much truth. The cub must be shown to the Pack. Wilt thou still keep him, Mother?
Keep him! she gasped. He came naked, by night, alone and very hungry; yet he was not afraid! Look, he has pushed one of my babes to one side already. And that lame butcher would have killed him and would have run o? to the Waingunga while the villagers here hunted through all our lairs in revenge! Keep him? Assuredly I will keep him. Lie still, little frog. O thou Mowgli for Mowgli the Frog I will call thee the time will come when thou wilt hunt Shere Khan as he has hunted thee.
But what will our Pack say? said Father Wolf.
The Law of the Jungle lays down very clearly that any wolf may, when he marries, withdraw from the Pack he belongs to. But as soon as his cubs are old enough to stand on their feet he must bring them to the Pack Council, which is generally held once a month at full moon, in order that the other wolves may identify them. After that inspection the cubs are free to run where they please, and until they have killed their ?rst buck no excuse is accepted if a grown wolf of the Pack kills one of them. The punishment is death where the murderer can be found; and if you think for a minute you will see that this must be so.
Father Wolf waited till his cubs could run a little, and then on the night of the Pack Meeting took them and Mowgli and Mother Wolf to the Council Rock a hilltop covered with stones and boulders where a hundred wolves could hide. Akela, the great gray Lone Wolf, who led all the Pack by strength and cunning, lay out at full length on his rock, and below him sat forty or more wolves of every size and color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle a buck alone to young black three-year-olds who thought they could. The Lone Wolf had led them for a year now. He had fallen twice into a wolf trap in his youth, and once he had been beaten and left for dead; so he knew the manners and customs of men.
There was very little talking at the Rock. The cubs tumbled over each other in the center of the circle where their mothers and fathers sat, and now and again a senior wolf would go quietly up to a cub, look at him carefully, and return to his place on noiseless feet. Sometimes a mother would push her cub far out into the moonlight to be sure that he had not been overlooked. Akela from his rock would cry: Ye know the Law ye know the Law. Look well, O Wolves! And the anxious mothers would take up the call: Look look well, O Wolves!
At last and Mother Wolfs neck bristles lifted as the time came Father Wolf pushed Mowgli the Frog, as they called him, into the center, where he sat laughing and playing with some pebbles that glistened in the moonlight.
Akela never raised his head from his paws, but went on with the monotonous cry: Look well! A mu?ed roar came up from behind the rocks the voice of Shere Khan crying: The cub is mine. Give him to me. What have the Free People to do with a mans cub?
Akela never even twitched his ears. All he said was: Look well, O Wolves! What have the Free People to do with the orders of any save the Free People? Look well!
There was a chorus of deep growls, and a young wolf in his fourth year ?ung back Shere Khans question to Akela: What have the Free People to do with a mans cub?
Now, the Law of the Jungle lays down that if there is any dispute as to the right of a cub to be accepted by the Pack, he must be spoken for by at least two members of the Pack who are not his father and mother.
Who speaks for this cub? said Akela. Among the Free People who speaks? There was no answer and Mother Wolf got ready for what she knew would be her last ?ght, if things came to ?ghting.
Then the only other creature who is allowed at the Pack Council Baloo, the sleepy brown bear who teaches the wolf cubs the Law of the Jungle: old Baloo, who can come and go where he pleases because he eats only nuts and roots and honey rose upon his hind quarters and grunted.
The mans cub the mans cub? he said. I speak for the mans cub. There is no harm in a mans cub. I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth. Let him run with the Pack, and be entered with the others. I myself will teach him.
We need yet another, said Akela. Baloo has spoken, and he is our teacher for the young cubs. Who speaks besides Baloo?
A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild bu?alo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.
O Akela, and ye the Free People, he purred, I have no right in your assembly, but the Law of the Jungle says that if there is a doubt which is not a killing matter in regard to a new cub, the life of that cub may be bought at a price. And the Law does not say who may or may not pay that price. Am I right?
Good! Good! said the young wolves, who are always hungry. Listen to Bagheera. The cub can be bought for a price. It is the Law.
Knowing that I have no right to speak here, I ask your leave.
Speak then, cried twenty voices.
To kill a naked cub is shame. Besides, he may make better sport for you when he is grown. Baloo has spoken in his behalf. Now to Baloos word I will add one bull, and a fat one, newly killed, not half a mile from here, if ye will accept the mans cub according to the Law. Is it di?cult?
There was a clamor of scores of voices, saying: What matter? He will die in the winter rains. He will scorch in the sun. What harm can a naked frog do us? Let him run with the Pack. Where is the bull, Bagheera? Let him be accepted. And then came Akelas deep bay, crying: Look well look well, O Wolves!
Mowgli was still deeply interested in the pebbles, and he did not notice when the wolves came and looked at him one by one. At last they all went down the hill for the dead bull, and only Akela, Bagheera, Baloo, and Mowglis own wolves were left. Shere Khan roared still in the night, for he was very angry that Mowgli had not been handed over to him.
Ay, roar well, said Bagheera, under his whiskers, for the time will come when this naked thing will make thee roar to another tune, or I know nothing of man.
It was well done, said Akela. Men and their cubs are very wise. He may be a help in time.
Truly, a help in time of need; for none can hope to lead the Pack forever, said Bagheera.
Akela said nothing. He was thinking of the time that comes to every leader of every pack when his strength goes from him and he gets feebler and feebler, till at last he is killed by the wolves and a new leader comes up to be killed in his turn.
Take him away, he said to Father Wolf, and train him as be?ts one of the Free People.
And that is how Mowgli was entered into the Seeonee Wolf Pack for the price of a bull and on Baloos good word.
Now you must be content to skip ten or eleven whole years, and only guess at all the wonderful life that Mowgli led among the wolves, because if it were written out it would fill ever so many books. He grew up with the cubs, though they, of course, were grown wolves almost before he was a child. And Father Wolf taught him his business, and the meaning of things in the jungle, till every rustle in the grass, every breath of the warm night air, every note of the owls above his head, every scratch of a bats claws as it roosted for a while in a tree, and every splash of every little ?sh jumping in a pool meant just as much to him as the work of his o?ce means to a business man. When he was not learning he sat out in the sun and slept, and ate and went to sleep again. When he felt dirty or hot he swam in the forest pools; and when he wanted honey (Baloo told him that honey and nuts were just as pleasant to eat as raw meat) he climbed up for it, and that Bagheera showed him how to do.
Bagheera would lie out on a branch and call, Come along, Little Brother, and at ?rst Mowgli would cling like the sloth, but afterward he would fling himself through the branches almost as boldly as the gray ape. He took his place at the Council Rock, too, when the Pack met, and there he discovered that if he stared hard at any wolf, the wolf would be forced to drop his eyes, and so he used to stare for fun.
At other times he would pick the long thorns out of the pads of his friends, for wolves su?er terribly from thorns and burs in their coats. He would go down the hillside into the cultivated lands by night, and look very curiously at the villagers in their huts, but he had a mistrust of men because Bagheera showed him a square box with a drop gate so cunningly hidden in the jungle that he nearly walked into it, and told him that it was a trap.
He loved better than anything else to go with Bagheera into the dark warm heart of the forest, to sleep all through the drowsy day, and at night see how Bagheera did his killing. Bagheera killed right and left as he felt hungry, and so did Mowgli with one exception. As soon as he was old enough to understand things, Bagheera told him that he must never touch cattle because he had been bought into the Pack at the price of a bulls life. All the jungle is thine, said Bagheera, and thou canst kill everything that thou art strong enough to kill; but for the sake of the bull that bought thee thou must never kill or eat any cattle young or old. That is the Law of the Jungle. Mowgli obeyed faithfully.
And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat.
Mother Wolf told him once or twice that Shere Khan was not a creature to be trusted, and that some day he must kill Shere Khan. But though a young wolf would have remembered that advice every hour, Mowgli forgot it because he was only a boy though he would have called himself a wolf if he had been able to speak in any human tongue.
Shere Khan was always crossing his path in the jungle, for as Akela grew older and feebler the lame tiger had come to be great friends with the younger wolves of the Pack, who followed him for scraps, a thing Akela would never have allowed if he had dared to push his authority to the proper bounds. Then Shere Khan would ?atter them and wonder that such fine young hunters were content to be led by a dying wolf and a mans cub. They tell me, Shere Khan would say, that at Council ye dare not look him between the eyes. And the young wolves would growl and bristle.
Bagheera, who had eyes and ears everywhere, knew something of this, and once or twice he told Mowgli in so many words that Shere Khan would kill him some day. Mowgli would laugh and answer: I have the Pack and I have thee; and Baloo, though he is so lazy, might strike a blow or two for my sake. Why should I be afraid?
It was one very warm day that a new notion came to Bagheera born of something that he had heard. Perhaps Ikki the Porcupine had told him; but he said to Mowgli when they were deep in the jungle, as the boy lay with his head on Bagheeras beautiful black skin, Little Brother, how often have I told thee that Shere Khan is thy enemy?
As many times as there are nuts on that palm, said Mowgli, who, naturally, could not count. What of it? I am sleepy, Bagheera, and Shere Khan is all long tail and loud talk like Mao, the Peacock.
But this is no time for sleeping. Baloo knows it; I know it; the Pack know it; and even the foolish, foolish deer know. Tabaqui has told thee too.
Ho! ho! said Mowgli. Tabaqui came to me not long ago with some rude talk that I was a naked mans cub and not ?t to dig pig-nuts. But I caught Tabaqui by the tail and swung him twice against a palm-tree to teach him better manners.
That was foolishness, for though Tabaqui is a mischief-maker, he would have told thee of something that concerned thee closely. Open those eyes, Little Brother. Shere Khan dare not kill thee in the jungle. But remember, Akela is very old, and soon the day comes when he cannot kill his buck, and then he will be leader no more. Many of the wolves that looked thee over when thou wast brought to the Council ?rst are old too, and the young wolves believe, as Shere Khan has taught them, that a man-cub has no place with the Pack. In a little time thou wilt be a man.
And what is a man that he should not run with his brothers? said Mowgli. I was born in the jungle. I have obeyed the Law of the Jungle, and there is no wolf of ours from whose paws I have not pulled a thorn. Surely they are my brothers!
Bagheera stretched himself at full length and half shut his eyes. Little Brother, said he, feel under my jaw.
Mowgli put up his strong brown hand, and just under Bagheeras silky chin, where the giant rolling muscles were all hid by the glossy hair, he came upon a little bald spot.
There is no one in the jungle that knows that I, Bagheera, carry that mark the mark of the collar; and yet, Little Brother, I was born among men, and it was among men that my mother died in the cages of the kings palace at Oodeypore. It was because of this that I paid the price for thee at the Council when thou wast a little naked cub. Yes, I too was born among men. I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera the Panther and no mans plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away. And because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan. Is it not so?
Yes, said Mowgli, all the jungle fear Bagheera all except Mowgli.
Oh, thou art a mans cub, said the Black Panther very tenderly. And even as I returned to my jungle, so thou must go back to men at last to the men who are thy brothers if thou art not killed in the Council.
But why but why should any wish to kill me? said Mowgli.
Look at me, said Bagheera. And Mowgli looked at him steadily between the eyes. The big panther turned his head away in half a minute.
That is why, he said, shifting his paw on the leaves. Not even I can look thee between the eyes, and I was born among men, and I love thee, Little Brother. The others they hate thee because their eyes cannot meet thine; because thou art wise; because thou hast pulled out thorns from their feet because thou art a man.
I did not know these things, said Mowgli sullenly, and he frowned under his heavy black eyebrows.
What is the Law of the Jungle? Strike ?rst and then give tongue. By thy very carelessness they know that thou art a man. But be wise. It is in my heart that when Akela misses his next kill and at each hunt it costs him more to pin the buck the Pack will turn against him and against thee. They will hold a jungle Council at the Rock, and then and then I have it! said Bagheera, leaping up. Go thou down quickly to the mens huts in the valley, and take some of the Red Flower which they grow there, so that when the time comes thou mayest have even a stronger friend than I or Baloo or those of the Pack that love thee. Get the Red Flower.
By Red Flower Bagheera meant ?re, only no creature in the jungle will call ?re by its proper name. Every beast lives in deadly fear of it, and invents a hundred ways of describing it.
The Red Flower? said Mowgli. That grows outside their huts in the twilight. I will get some.
There speaks the mans cub, said Bagheera proudly. Remember that it grows in little pots. Get one swiftly, and keep it by thee for time of need.
Good! said Mowgli. I go. But art thou sure, O my Bagheera he slipped his arm around the splendid neck and looked deep into the big eyes art thou sure that all this is Shere Khans doing?
By the Broken Lock that freed me, I am sure, Little Brother.
Then, by the Bull that bought me, I will pay Shere Khan full tale for this, and it may be a little over, said Mowgli, and he bounded away.
That is a man. That is all a man, said Bagheera to himself, lying down again. Oh, Shere Khan, never was a blacker hunting than that frog-hunt of thine ten years ago!
Mowgli was far and far through the forest, running hard, and his heart was hot in him. He came to the cave as the evening mist rose, and drew breath, and looked down the valley. The cubs were out, but Mother Wolf, at the back of the cave, knew by his breathing that something was troubling her frog.
What is it, Son? she said.
Some bats chatter of Shere Khan, he called back. I hunt among the plowed fields tonight, and he plunged downward through the bushes, to the stream at the bottom of the valley. There he checked, for he heard the yell of the Pack hunting, heard the bellow of a hunted Sambhur, and the snort as the buck turned at bay. Then there were wicked, bitter howls from the young wolves: Akela! Akela! Let the Lone Wolf show his strength. Room for the leader of the Pack! Spring, Akela!
The Lone Wolf must have sprung and missed his hold, for Mowgli heard the snap of his teeth and then a yelp as the Sambhur knocked him over with his fore foot.
He did not wait for anything more, but dashed on;
and the yells grew fainter behind him as he ran into the croplands where the villagers lived.
Bagheera spoke truth, he panted, as he nestled down in some cattle fodder by the window of a hut. To-morrow is one day both for Akela and for me.
Then he pressed his face close to the window and watched the ?re on the hearth. He saw the husbandmans wife get up and feed it in the night with black lumps. And when the morning came and the mists were all white and cold, he saw the mans child pick up a wicker pot plastered inside with earth, ?ll it with lumps of red-hot charcoal, put it under his blanket, and go out to tend the cows in the byre.
Is that all? said Mowgli. If a cub can do it, there is nothing to fear. So he strode round the corner and met the boy, took the pot from his hand, and disappeared into the mist while the boy howled with fear.
They are very like me, said Mowgli, blowing into the pot as he had seen the woman do. This thing will die if I do not give it things to eat; and he dropped twigs and dried bark on the red stu?. Halfway up the hill he met Bagheera with the morning dew shining like moonstones on his coat.
Akela has missed, said the Panther. They would have killed him last night, but they needed thee also. They were looking for thee on the hill.
I was among the plowed lands. I am ready. See! Mowgli held up the ?re-pot.
Good! Now, I have seen men thrust a dry branch into that stu?, and presently the Red Flower blossomed at the end of it. Art thou not afraid?
No. Why should I fear? I remember now if it is not a dream how, before I was a Wolf, I lay beside the Red Flower, and it was warm and pleasant.
All that day Mowgli sat in the cave tending his ?re pot and dipping dry branches into it to see how they looked. He found a branch that satis?ed him, and in the evening when Tabaqui came to the cave and told him rudely enough that he was wanted at the Council Rock, he laughed till Tabaqui ran away. Then Mowgli went to the Council, still laughing.
Akela the Lone Wolf lay by the side of his rock as a sign that the leadership of the Pack was open, and Shere Khan with his following of scrap-fed wolves walked to and fro openly being ?attered. Bagheera lay close to Mowgli, and the ?re pot was between Mowglis knees. When they were all gathered together, Shere Khan began to speak a thing he would never have dared to do when Akela was in his prime.
He has no right, whispered Bagheera. Say so. He is a dogs son. He will be frightened.
Mowgli sprang to his feet. Free People, he cried, does Shere Khan lead the Pack? What has a tiger to do with our leadership?
Seeing that the leadership is yet open, and being asked to speak Shere Khan began.
By whom? said Mowgli. Are we all jackals, to fawn on this cattle butcher? The leadership of the Pack is with the Pack alone.
There were yells of Silence, thou mans cub! Let him speak. He has kept our Law; and at last the seniors of the Pack thundered: Let the Dead Wolf speak.
When a leader of the Pack has missed his kill, he is called the Dead Wolf as long as he lives, which is not long, as a rule.
Akela raised his old head wearily:
Free People, and ye too, jackals of Shere Khan, for twelve seasons I have led ye to and from the kill, and in all that time not one has been trapped or maimed. Now I have missed my kill. Ye know how that plot was made. Ye know how ye brought me up to an untried buck to make my weakness known. It was cleverly done. Your right is to kill me here on the Council Rock, now. Therefore, I ask, who comes to make an end of the Lone Wolf? For it is my right, by the Law of the Jungle, that ye come one by one.
There was a long hush, for no single wolf cared to ?ght Akela to the death. Then Shere Khan roared: Bah! What have we to do with this toothless fool? He is doomed to die! It is the man-cub who has lived too long. Free People, he was my meat from the ?rst. Give him to me. I am weary of this man-wolf folly. He has troubled the jungle for ten seasons. Give me the man-cub, or I will hunt here always, and not give you one bone. He is a man, a mans child, and from the marrow of my bones I hate him!
Then more than half the Pack yelled: A man! A man! What has a man to do with us? Let him go to his own place.
And turn all the people of the villages against us? clamored Shere Khan. No, give him to me. He is a man, and none of us can look him between the eyes.
Akela lifted his head again and said, He has eaten our food. He has slept with us. He has driven game for us. He has broken no word of the Law of the Jungle.
Also, I paid for him with a bull when he was accepted. The worth of a bull is little, but Bagheeras honor is something that he will perhaps ?ght for, said Bagheera in his gentlest voice.
A bull paid ten years ago! the Pack snarled. What do we care for bones ten years old?
Or for a pledge? said Bagheera, his white teeth bared under his lip. Well are ye called the Free People!
No mans cub can run with the people of the jungle, howled Shere Khan. Give him to me!
He is our brother in all but blood, Akela went on, and ye would kill him here! In truth, I have lived too long. Some of ye are eaters of cattle, and of others I have heard that, under Shere Khans teaching, ye go by dark night and snatch children from the villagers doorstep. Therefore I know ye to be cowards, and it is to cowards I speak. It is certain that I must die, and my life is of no worth, or I would o?er that in the man-cubs place. But for the sake of the Honor of the Pack, a little matter that by being without a leader ye have forgotten, I promise that if ye let the man-cub go to his own place, I will not, when my time comes to die, bare one tooth against ye. I will die without ?ghting. That will at least save the Pack three lives. More I cannot do; but if ye will, I can save ye the shame that comes of killing a brother against whom there is no fault a brother spoken for and bought into the Pack according to the Law of the Jungle.
He is a man a man a man! snarled the Pack. And most of the wolves began to gather round Shere Khan, whose tail was beginning to switch.
Now the business is in thy hands, said Bagheera to Mowgli. We can do no more except ?ght.
Mowgli stood upright the ?re pot in his hands. Then he stretched out his arms, and yawned in the face of the Council; but he was furious with rage and sorrow, for, wol?ike, the wolves had never told him how they hated him.
Listen you! he cried. There is no need for this dogs jabber. Ye have told me so often tonight that I am a man (and indeed I would have been a wolf with you to my lifes end) that I feel your words are true. So I do not call ye my brothers any more, but sag [dogs], as a man should. What ye will do, and what ye will not do, is not yours to say. That matter is with me; and that we may see the matter more plainly, I, the man, have brought here a little of the Red Flower which ye, dogs, fear.
He ?ung the ?re pot on the ground, and some of the red coals lit a tuft of dried moss that ?ared up, as all the Council drew back in terror before the leaping ?ames.
Mowgli thrust his dead branch into the ?re till the twigs lit and crackled, and whirled it above his head among the cowering wolves.
Thou art the master, said Bagheera in an undertone. Save Akela from the death. He was ever thy friend.
Akela, the grim old wolf who had never asked for mercy in his life, gave one piteous look at Mowgli as the boy stood all naked, his long black hair tossing over his shoulders in the light of the blazing branch that made the shadows jump and quiver.
Good! said Mowgli, staring round slowly. I see that ye are dogs. I go from you to my own people if they be my own people. The jungle is shut to me, and I must forget your talk and your companionship. But I will be more merciful than ye are. Because I was all but your brother in blood, I promise that when I am a man among men I will not betray ye to men as ye have betrayed me. He kicked the ?re with his foot, and the sparks ?ew up. There shall be no war between any of us in the Pack. But here is a debt to pay before I go. He strode forward to where Shere Khan sat blinking stupidly at the ?ames, and caught him by the tuft on his chin. Bagheera followed in case of accidents. Up, dog! Mowgli cried. Up, when a man speaks, or I will set that coat ablaze!
Shere Khans ears lay ?at back on his head, and he shut his eyes, for the blazing branch was very near.
This cattle-killer said he would kill me in the Council because he had not killed me when I was a cub. Thus and thus, then, do we beat dogs when we are men. Stir a whisker, Lungri, and I ram the Red Flower down thy gullet! He beat Shere Khan over the head with the branch, and the tiger whimpered and whined in an agony of fear.
Pah! Singed jungle cat go now! But remember when next I come to the Council Rock, as a man should come, it will be with Shere Khans hide on my head. For the rest, Akela goes free to live as he pleases. Ye will not kill him, because that is not my will. Nor do I think that ye will sit here any longer, lolling out your tongues as though ye were somebodies, instead of dogs whom I drive out thus! Go!
The fire was burning furiously at the end of the branch, and Mowgli struck right and left round the circle, and the wolves ran howling with the sparks burning their fur. At last there were only Akela, Bagheera, and perhaps ten wolves that had taken Mowglis part. Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him, as he had never been hurt in his life before, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.
What is it? What is it? he said. I do not wish to leave the jungle, and I do not know what this is. Am I dying, Bagheera?
No, Little Brother. That is only tears such as men use, said Bagheera. Now I know thou art a man, and a mans cub no longer. The jungle is shut indeed to thee henceforward. Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears. So Mowgli sat and cried as though his heart would break; and he had never cried in all his life before.
Now, he said, I will go to men. But ?rst I must say farewell to my mother. And he went to the cave where she lived with Father Wolf, and he cried on her coat, while the four cubs howled miserably.
Ye will not forget me? said Mowgli.
Never while we can follow a trail, said the cubs. Come to the foot of the hill when thou art a man, and we will talk to thee; and we will come into the croplands to play with thee by night.
Come soon! said Father Wolf. Oh, wise little frog, come again soon; for we be old, thy mother and I.
Come soon, said Mother Wolf, little naked son of mine. For, listen, child of man, I loved thee more than ever I loved my cubs.
I will surely come, said Mowgli. And when I come it will be to lay out Shere Khans hide upon the Council Rock. Do not forget me! Tell them in the jungle never to forget me!
The dawn was beginning to break when Mowgli went down the hillside alone, to meet those mysterious things that are called men.
HUNTING-SONG OF THE SEEONEE PACK
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.
This I, scouting alone, beheld,
Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back
To carry the word to the waiting pack,
And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track
Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled
Once, twice and again!
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark!
Eyes that can see in the dark the dark!
Tongue give tongue to it! Hark! O hark!
Once, twice and again!
KAAS HUNTING
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns
are the Bu?alos pride
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is
known by the gloss of his hide.
If ye ?nd that the Bullock can toss you, or the
heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us: we knew
it ten seasons before.
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail
them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be
the Bear is their mother.
There is none like to me! says the Cub in
the pride of his earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is
small. Let him think and be still.
Maxims of Baloo
All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on Shere Khan the tiger. It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil, for the young wolves will only learn as much of the Law of the Jungle as applies to their own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as they can repeat the Hunting Verse Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate. But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal more than this. Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli recited the days lesson to Baloo. The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run. So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them ?fty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them. None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are very ready to fly at an intruder. Then, too, Mowgli was taught the Strangers Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it is answered, whenever one of the Jungle-People hunts outside his own grounds. It means, translated, Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry. And the answer is, Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure.
All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a hundred times. But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when Mowgli had been cu?ed and run o? in a temper, A mans cub is a mans cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.
But think how small he is, said the Black Panther, who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. How can his little head carry all thy long talk?
Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets.
Softly! What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet? Bagheera grunted. His face is all bruised today by thy softness. Ugh.
Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance, Baloo answered very earnestly. I am now teaching him the Master Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, except his own pack. He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating?
Well, look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub. He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon. But what are those Master Words? I am more likely to give help than to ask it Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue, ripping-chisel talons at the end of it still I should like to know.
I will call Mowgli and he shall say them if he will. Come, Little Brother!
My head is ringing like a bee tree, said a sullen little voice over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant, adding as he reached the ground: I come for Bagheera and not for thee, fat old Baloo!
That is all one to me, said Baloo, though he was hurt and grieved. Tell Bagheera, then, the Master Words of the Jungle that I have taught thee this day.
Master Words for which people? said Mowgli, delighted to show o?. The jungle has many tongues. I know them all.
A little thou knowest, but not much. See, O Bagheera, they never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings. Say the word for the Hunting-People, then great scholar.
We be of one blood, ye and I, said Mowgli, giving the words the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use.
Good. Now for the birds.
Mowgli repeated, with the Kites whistle at the end of the sentence.
Now for the Snake-People, said Bagheera.
The answer was a perfectly indescribable hiss, and Mowgli kicked up his feet behind, clapped his hands together to applaud himself, and jumped on to Bagheeras back, where he sat sideways, drumming with his heels on the glossy skin and making the worst faces he could think of at Baloo.
There there! That was worth a little bruise, said the brown bear tenderly. Some day thou wilt remember me. Then he turned aside to tell Bagheera how he had begged the Master Words from Hathi the Wild Elephant, who knows all about these things, and how Hathi had taken Mowgli down to a pool to get the Snake Word from a water-snake, because Baloo could not pronounce it, and how Mowgli was now reasonably safe against all accidents in the jungle, because neither snake, bird, nor beast would hurt him.
No one then is to be feared, Baloo wound up, patting his big furry stomach with pride.
Except his own tribe, said Bagheera, under his breath; and then aloud to Mowgli, Have a care for my ribs, Little Brother! What is all this dancing up and down?
Mowgli had been trying to make himself heard by pulling at Bagheeras shoulder fur and kicking hard. When the two listened to him he was shouting at the top of his voice, And so I shall have a tribe of my own, and lead them through the branches all day long.
What is this new folly, little dreamer of dreams? said Bagheera.
Yes, and throw branches and dirt at old Baloo, Mowgli went on. They have promised me this. Ah!
Whoof! Baloos big paw scooped Mowgli off Bagheeras back, and as the boy lay between the big fore-paws he could see the Bear was angry.
Mowgli, said Baloo, thou hast been talking with the Bandar-log the Monkey People.
Mowgli looked at Bagheera to see if the Panther was angry too, and Bagheeras eyes were as hard as jade stones.
Thou hast been with the Monkey People the gray apes the people without a law the eaters of everything. That is great shame.
When Baloo hurt my head, said Mowgli (he was still on his back), I went away, and the gray apes came down from the trees and had pity on me. No one else cared. He snu?ed a little.
The pity of the Monkey People! Baloo snorted. The stillness of the mountain stream! The cool of the summer sun! And then, man-cub?
And then, and then, they gave me nuts and pleasant things to eat, and they they carried me in their arms up to the top of the trees and said I was their blood brother except that I had no tail, and should be their leader some day.
They have no leader, said Bagheera. They lie. They have always lied.
They were very kind and bade me come again. Why have I never been taken among the Monkey People? They stand on their feet as I do. They do not hit me with their hard paws. They play all day. Let me get up! Bad Baloo, let me up! I will play with them again.
Listen, man-cub, said the Bear, and his voice rumbled like thunder on a hot night. I have taught thee all the Law of the Jungle for all the peoples of the jungle except the Monkey-Folk who live in the trees. They have no law. They are outcasts. They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen, and peep, and wait up above in the branches. Their way is not our way. They are without leaders. They have no remembrance. They boast and chatter and pretend that they are a great people about to do great a?airs in the jungle, but the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter and all is forgotten. We of the jungle have no dealings with them. We do not drink where the monkeys drink; we do not go where the monkeys go; we do not hunt where they hunt; we do not die where they die. Hast thou ever heard me speak of the Bandar-log till today?
No, said Mowgli in a whisper, for the forest was very still now Baloo had ?nished.
The Jungle-People put them out of their mouths and out of their minds. They are very many, evil, dirty, shameless, and they desire, if they have any ?xed desire, to be noticed by the Jungle People. But we do not notice them even when they throw nuts and ?lth on our heads.
He had hardly spoken when a shower of nuts and twigs spattered down through the branches; and they could hear coughings and howlings and angry jumpings high up in the air among the thin branches.
The Monkey-People are forbidden, said Baloo, forbidden to the Jungle-People. Remember.
Forbidden, said Bagheera, but I still think Baloo should have warned thee against them.
I I? How was I to guess he would play with such dirt. The Monkey People! Faugh!
A fresh shower came down on their heads and the two trotted away, taking Mowgli with them. What Baloo had said about the monkeys was perfectly true. They belonged to the tree-tops, and as beasts very seldom look up, there was no occasion for the monkeys and the Jungle-People to cross each others path. But whenever they found a sick wolf, or a wounded tiger, or bear, the monkeys would torment him, and would throw sticks and nuts at any beast for fun and in the hope of being noticed. Then they would howl and shriek senseless songs, and invite the Jungle-People to climb up their trees and fight them, or would start furious battles over nothing among themselves, and leave the dead monkeys where the Jungle-People could see them.
They were always just going to have a leader, and laws and customs of their own, but they never did, because their memories would not hold over from day to day, and so they compromised things by making up a saying, What the Bandar-log think now the jungle will think later, and that comforted them a great deal. None of the beasts could reach them, but on the other hand none of the beasts would notice them, and that was why they were so pleased when Mowgli came to play with them, and they heard how angry Baloo was.
They never meant to do any more the Bandar-log never mean anything at all; but one of them invented what seemed to him a brilliant idea, and he told all the others that Mowgli would be a useful person to keep in the tribe, because he could weave sticks together for protection from the wind; so, if they caught him, they could make him teach them. Of course Mowgli, as a woodcutters child, inherited all sorts of instincts, and used to make little huts of fallen branches without thinking how he came to do it. The Monkey-People, watching in the trees, considered his play most wonderful. This time, they said, they were really going to have a leader and become the wisest people in the jungle so wise that everyone else would notice and envy them. Therefore they followed Baloo and Bagheera and Mowgli through the jungle very quietly till it was time for the midday nap, and Mowgli, who was very much ashamed of himself, slept between the Panther and the Bear, resolving to have no more to do with the Monkey People.
The next thing he remembered was feeling hands on his legs and arms hard, strong, little hands and then a swash of branches in his face, and then he was staring down through the swaying boughs as Baloo woke the jungle with his deep cries and Bagheera bounded up the trunk with every tooth bared. The Bandar-log howled with triumph and scu?ed away to the upper branches where Bagheera dared not follow, shouting: He has noticed us! Bagheera has noticed us. All the Jungle-People admire us for our skill and our cunning. Then they began their ?ight; and the ?ight of the Monkey-People through tree-land is one of the things nobody can describe. They have their regular roads and crossroads, up hills and down hills, all laid out from ?fty to seventy or a hundred feet above ground, and by these they can travel even at night if necessary.
Two of the strongest monkeys caught Mowgli under the arms and swung o? with him through the treetops, twenty feet at a bound. Had they been alone they could have gone twice as fast, but the boys weight held them back. Sick and giddy as Mowgli was he could not help enjoying the wild rush, though the glimpses of earth far down below frightened him, and the terrible check and jerk at the end of the swing over nothing but empty air brought his heart between his teeth.
His escort would rush him up a tree till he felt the thinnest topmost branches crackle and bend under them, and then with a cough and a whoop would ?ing themselves into the air outward and downward, and bring up, hanging by their hands or their feet to the lower limbs of the next tree. Sometimes he could see for miles and miles across the still green jungle, as a man on the top of a mast can see for miles across the sea, and then the branches and leaves would lash him across the face, and he and his two guards would be almost down to earth again.
So, bounding and crashing and whooping and yelling, the whole tribe of Bandar-log swept along the tree-roads with Mowgli their prisoner.
For a time he was afraid of being dropped. Then he grew angry but knew better than to struggle, and then he began to think. The ?rst thing was to send back word to Baloo and Bagheera, for, at the pace the monkeys were going, he knew his friends would be left far behind. It was useless to look down, for he could only see the topsides of the branches, so he stared upward and saw, far away in the blue, Rann the Kite balancing and wheeling as he kept watch over the jungle waiting for things to die. Rann saw that the monkeys were carrying something, and dropped a few hundred yards to ?nd out whether their load was good to eat. He whistled with surprise when he saw Mowgli being dragged up to a treetop and heard him give the Kite call for We be of one blood, thou and I. The waves of the branches closed over the boy, but Rann balanced away to the next tree in time to see the little brown face come up again. Mark my trail! Mowgli shouted. Tell Baloo of the Seeonee Pack and Bagheera of the Council Rock.
In whose name, Brother? Rann had never seen Mowgli before, though of course he had heard of him.
Mowgli, the Frog. Man-cub they call me! Mark my trail!
The last words were shrieked as he was being swung through the air, but Rann nodded and rose up till he looked no bigger than a speck of dust, and there he hung, watching with his telescope eyes the swaying of the treetops as Mowglis escort whirled along.
They never go far, he said with a chuckle. They never do what they set out to do. Always pecking at new things are the Bandar-log. This time, if I have any eye-sight, they have pecked down trouble for themselves, for Baloo is no ?edgling and Bagheera can, as I know, kill more than goats.
So he rocked on his wings, his feet gathered up under him, and waited.
Meantime, Baloo and Bagheera were furious with rage and grief. Bagheera climbed as he had never climbed before, but the thin branches broke beneath his weight, and he slipped down, his claws full of bark.
Why didst thou not warn the man-cub? he roared to poor Baloo, who had set o? at a clumsy trot in the hope of overtaking the monkeys. What was the use of half slaying him with blows if thou didst not warn him?
Haste! O haste! We we may catch them yet! Baloo panted.
At that speed! It would not tire a wounded cow. Teacher of the Law cub-beater a mile of that rolling to and fro would burst thee open. Sit still and think! Make a plan. This is no time for chasing. They may drop him if we follow too close.
Arrula! Whoo! They may have dropped him already, being tired of carrying him. Who can trust the Bandar-log? Put dead bats on my head! Give me black bones to eat! Roll me into the hives of the wild bees that I may be stung to death, and bury me with the Hyaena, for I am most miserable of bears! Arulala! Wahooa! O Mowgli, Mowgli! Why did I not warn thee against the Monkey-Folk instead of breaking thy head? Now perhaps I may have knocked the days lesson out of his mind, and he will be alone in the jungle without the Master Words.
Baloo clasped his paws over his ears and rolled to and fro moaning.
At least he gave me all the Words correctly a little time ago, said Bagheera impatiently. Baloo, thou hast neither memory nor respect. What would the jungle think if I, the Black Panther, curled myself up like Ikki the Porcupine, and howled?
What do I care what the jungle thinks? He may be dead by now.
Unless and until they drop him from the branches in sport, or kill him out of idleness, I have no fear for the man-cub. He is wise and well taught, and above all he has the eyes that make the Jungle-People afraid. But (and it is a great evil) he is in the power of the Bandar-log, and they, because they live in trees, have no fear of any of our people. Bagheera licked one forepaw thoughtfully.
Fool that I am! Oh, fat, brown, root-digging fool that I am, said Baloo, uncoiling himself with a jerk, it is true what Hathi the Wild Elephant says: `To each his own fear; and they, the Bandar-log, fear Kaa the Rock Snake. He can climb as well as they can. He steals the young monkeys in the night. The whisper of his name makes their wicked tails cold. Let us go to Kaa.
What will he do for us? He is not of our tribe, being footless and with most evil eyes, said Bagheera.
He is very old and very cunning. Above all, he is always hungry, said Baloo hopefully. Promise him many goats.
He sleeps for a full month after he has once eaten. He may be asleep now, and even were he awake what if he would rather kill his own goats? Bagheera, who did not know much about Kaa, was naturally suspicious.
Then in that case, thou and I together, old hunter, might make him see reason. Here Baloo rubbed his faded brown shoulder against the Panther, and they went o? to look for Kaa the Rock Python.
They found him stretched out on a warm ledge in the afternoon sun, admiring his beautiful new coat, for he had been in retirement for the last ten days changing his skin, and now he was very splendid darting his big blunt-nosed head along the ground, and twisting the thirty feet of his body into fantastic knots and curves, and licking his lips as he thought of his dinner to come.
He has not eaten, said Baloo, with a grunt of relief, as soon as he saw the beautifully mottled brown and yellow jacket. Be careful, Bagheera! He is always a little blind after he has changed his skin, and very quick to strike.
Kaa was not a poison snake in fact he rather despised the poison snakes as cowards but his strength lay in his hug, and when he had once lapped his huge coils round anybody there was no more to be said. Good hunting! cried Baloo, sitting up on his haunches. Like all snakes of his breed Kaa was rather deaf, and did not hear the call at ?rst. Then he curled up ready for any accident, his head lowered.
Good hunting for us all, he answered. Oho, Baloo, what dost thou do here? Good hunting, Bagheera. One of us at least needs food. Is there any news of game afoot? A doe now, or even a young buck? I am as empty as a dried well.
We are hunting, said Baloo carelessly. He knew that you must not hurry Kaa. He is too big.
Give me permission to come with you, said Kaa. A blow more or less is nothing to thee, Bagheera or Baloo, but I I have to wait and wait for days in a wood-path and climb half a night on the mere chance of a young ape. Psshaw! The branches are not what they were when I was young. Rotten twigs and dry boughs are they all.
Maybe thy great weight has something to do with the matter, said Baloo.
I am a fair length a fair length, said Kaa with a little pride. But for all that, it is the fault of this new-grown timber. I came very near to falling on my last hunt very near indeed and the noise of my slipping, for my tail was not tight wrapped around the tree, waked the Bandar-log, and they called me most evil names.
Footless, yellow earth-worm, said Bagheera under his whiskers, as though he were trying to remember something.
Sssss! Have they ever called me that? said Kaa.
Something of that kind it was that they shouted to us last moon, but we never noticed them. They will say anything even that thou hast lost all thy teeth, and wilt not face anything bigger than a kid, because (they are indeed shameless, these Bandar-log) because thou art afraid of the he-goats horns, Bagheera went on sweetly.
Now a snake, especially a wary old python like Kaa, very seldom shows that he is angry, but Baloo and Bagheera could see the big swallowing muscles on either side of Kaas throat ripple and bulge.
The Bandar-log have shifted their grounds, he said quietly. When I came up into the sun today I heard them whooping among the tree-tops.
It it is the Bandar-log that we follow now, said Baloo, but the words stuck in his throat, for that was the first time in his memory that one of the Jungle-People had owned to being interested in the doings of the monkeys.
Beyond doubt then it is no small thing that takes two such hunters leaders in their own jungle I am certain on the trail of the Bandar-log, Kaa replied courteously, as he swelled with curiosity.
Indeed, Baloo began, I am no more than the old and sometimes very foolish Teacher of the Law to the Seeonee wolf-cubs, and Bagheera here
Is Bagheera, said the Black Panther, and his jaws shut with a snap, for he did not believe in being humble. The trouble is this, Kaa. Those nut-stealers and pickers of palm leaves have stolen away our man-cub of whom thou hast perhaps heard.
I heard some news from Ikki (his quills make him presumptuous) of a man-thing that was entered into a wolf pack, but I did not believe. Ikki is full of stories half heard and very badly told.
But it is true. He is such a man-cub as never was, said Baloo. The best and wisest and boldest of man-cubs my own pupil, who shall make the name of Baloo famous through all the jungles; and besides, I we love him, Kaa.
Ts! Ts! said Kaa, weaving his head to and fro. I also have known what love is. There are tales I could tell that
That need a clear night when we are all well fed to praise properly, said Bagheera quickly. Our man-cub is in the hands of the Bandar-log now, and we know that of all the Jungle-People they fear Kaa alone.
They fear me alone. They have good reason, said Kaa. Chattering, foolish, vain vain, foolish, and chattering, are the monkeys. But a man-thing in their hands is in no good luck. They grow tired of the nuts they pick, and throw them down. They carry a branch half a day, meaning to do great things with it, and then they snap it in two. That man-thing is not to be envied. They called me also `yellow ?sh was it not?
Worm worm earth-worm, said Bagheera, as well as other things which I cannot now say for shame.
We must remind them to speak well of their master. Aaa-ssp! We must help their wandering memories. Now, whither went they with the cub?
The jungle alone knows. Toward the sunset, I believe, said Baloo. We had thought that thou wouldst know, Kaa.
I? How? I take them when they come in my way, but I do not hunt the Bandar-log, or frogs or green scum on a water-hole, for that matter.
Up, Up! Up, Up! Hillo! Illo! Illo, look up, Baloo of the Seeonee Wolf Pack!
Baloo looked up to see where the voice came from, and there was Rann the Kite, sweeping down with the sun shining on the upturned flanges of his wings. It was near Ranns bedtime, but he had ranged all over the jungle looking for the Bear and had missed him in the thick foliage.
What is it? said Baloo.
I have seen Mowgli among the Bandar-log. He bade me tell you. I watched. The Bandar-log have taken him beyond the river to the monkey city to the Cold Lairs. They may stay there for a night, or ten nights, or an hour. I have told the bats to watch through the dark time. That is my message. Good hunting, all you below!
Full gorge and a deep sleep to you, Rann, cried Bagheera. I will remember thee in my next kill, and put aside the head for thee alone, O best of kites!
It is nothing. It is nothing. The boy held the Master Word. I could have done no less, and Rann circled up again to his roost.
He has not forgotten to use his tongue, said Baloo with a chuckle of pride. To think of one so young remembering the Master Word for the birds too while he was being pulled across trees!
It was most ?rmly driven into him, said Bagheera. But I am proud of him, and now we must go to the Cold Lairs.
They all knew where that place was, but few of the Jungle People ever went there, because what they called the Cold Lairs was an old deserted city, lost and buried in the jungle, and beasts seldom use a place that men have once used. The wild boar will, but the hunting tribes do not. Besides, the monkeys lived there as much as they could be said to live anywhere, and no self-respecting animal would come within eyeshot of it except in times of drought, when the half-ruined tanks and reservoirs held a little water.
It is half a nights journey at full speed, said Bagheera, and Baloo looked very serious. I will go as fast as I can, he said anxiously.
We dare not wait for thee. Follow, Baloo. We must go on the quick-foot Kaa and I.
Feet or no feet, I can keep abreast of all thy four, said Kaa shortly.
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Редьярд Джозеф Киплинг
Тип: электронная книга
Жанр: Зарубежная классика
Язык: на английском языке
Издательство: КАРО
Дата публикации: 18.10.2024
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О книге: Предлагаем вниманию читателей «Книгу джунглей» знаменитого английского писателя и поэта Редьярда Киплинга. Ее герои – «человеческий детеныш» Маугли, пантера Багира, медведь Балу, питон Каа и другие – известны всем с детства. Книга адресована учащимся школ с углубленным изучением английского языка, гимназий и лицеев, а также студентам языковых вузов.