The Jungle Book
What of the hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry ye went to kill?
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that ye hurry by?
Brother, I go to my lair--to die.
Now we must go back to the first tale. When Mowgli left the wolf's cave after the
fight with the Pack at the Council Rock, he went down to the plowed lands where
the villagers lived, but he would not stop there because it was too near to the
jungle, and he knew that he had made at least one bad enemy at the Council. So
he hurried on, keeping to the rough road that ran down the valley, and followed it
at a steady jog-trot for nearly twenty miles, till he came to a country that he did
not know. The valley opened out into a great plain dotted over with rocks and cut
up by ravines. At one end stood a little village, and at the other the thick jungle
came down in a sweep to the grazing-grounds, and stopped there as though it
had been cut off with a hoe. All over the plain, cattle and buffaloes were grazing,
and when the little boys in charge of the herds saw Mowgli they shouted and ran
away, and the yellow pariah dogs that hang about every Indian village barked.
Mowgli walked on, for he was feeling hungry, and when he came to the village
gate he saw the big thorn-bush that was drawn up before the gate at twilight,
pushed to one side.
"Umph!" he said, for he had come across more than one such barricade in his
night rambles after things to eat. "So men are afraid of the People of the Jungle
here also." He sat down by the gate, and when a man came out he stood up,
opened his mouth, and pointed down it to show that he wanted food. The man
stared, and ran back up the one street of the village shouting for the priest, who