. The second jungle book. THE UNDERTAKERS When ye say to Tabaqui, My Brother ! when ye call the Hyena to meat,Ye may cry the Full Truce with Jacala — the Belly that runs on four feet. Jungle Law. |ESPECT the Aged! It was a thick voice—amuddy voice that would havemade you shudder—a voiceHke something soft breakingin two. There was a quaverin it, a croak and a whine. Respect the aged ! O com-panions of the River—respectthe aged !Nothing could be seen on the broad reach of theriver except a little fleet of square-sailed, wooden-pinned barges, loaded with building-stone, that hadjust come under th
. The second jungle book. THE UNDERTAKERS When ye say to Tabaqui, My Brother ! when ye call the Hyena to meat,Ye may cry the Full Truce with Jacala — the Belly that runs on four feet. Jungle Law. |ESPECT the Aged! It was a thick voice—amuddy voice that would havemade you shudder—a voiceHke something soft breakingin two. There was a quaverin it, a croak and a whine. Respect the aged ! O com-panions of the River—respectthe aged !Nothing could be seen on the broad reach of theriver except a little fleet of square-sailed, wooden-pinned barges, loaded with building-stone, that hadjust come under the railway bridge, and were drivingdown-stream. They put their clumsy helms over toavoid the sand-bar made by the scour of the bridge-piers, and as they passed, three abreast, the horriblevoice began again :. THE UNDERTAKERS S7 O BraJunins of the River—respect the aged andinfirni ! A boatman turned where he sat on the gunwale,lifted up his hand, said something that was not ablessing, and the boats creaked on through the twi-light. The broad Indian river, that looked more likea chain of little lakes than a stream, was as smoothas glass, reflecting the sandy-red sky in mid-channel,but splashed with patches of yellow and dusky purplenear and under the low banks. Little creeks raninto it in the wet season, but now their dr\^ mouthshung clear above water-line. On the left shore,almost under the railway bridge, stood a mud andbrick and thatch and stick village, whose mainstreet, full of cattle going back to their byres, ranstraight to the river, and ended in a sort of rudebrick pier-head, where people who wanted to washcould wade in step by step. That was the Ghaut ofthe village of Mugger-Ghaut. Night was falling fast over the fields of lentilsand rice and cotton in the low-lying grounds yearl
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