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The Jungle Book

Mowgli's Brothers
Now Rann the Kite brings home the night
That Mang the Bat sets free--
The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw.
Oh, hear the call!--Good hunting all
That keep the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle
It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father
Wolf woke up from his day's 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
 
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