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THE JUNGLE BOOK
Contents
Mowgli's Brothers
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
Kaa's Hunting
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
"Tiger! Tiger!"
Mowgli's Song
The White Seal
Lukannon
"Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"
Darzee's Chant
Toomai of the Elephants
Shiv and the Grasshopper
Her Majesty's Servants
Parade Song of the Camp Animals

Mowgli'sBrothers
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'srest, 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 witha 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 fromthe 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

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disgracefulthing 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 stiffly, "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 nothingso 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 WaingungaRiver, 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. Thatis 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...