. The jungle book. made kala nag lift up his feet oneafter the other 223 He would get his Torch and wave it, and yell with the Best 229 « Not green Corn, Protector of the Poor,—Mel-ons/ said Little Toomai 235 ; Little Toomai looked down upon Scores andScores of broad Backs 251 *To Toomai of the Elephants. Barrao! ... 259 A Camel had blundered into my Tent ..... 267 Anybody can be forgiven for being scared in the Night/said the Troop-horse 275 The Man was lying on the Ground, and I STRETCHED MYSELF NOT TO TREAD ON HIM, AND HE SLASHED UP AT ME 279 Then I heard an old, grizzled, long-haired Cen-t
. The jungle book. made kala nag lift up his feet oneafter the other 223 He would get his Torch and wave it, and yell with the Best 229 « Not green Corn, Protector of the Poor,—Mel-ons/ said Little Toomai 235 ; Little Toomai looked down upon Scores andScores of broad Backs 251 *To Toomai of the Elephants. Barrao! ... 259 A Camel had blundered into my Tent ..... 267 Anybody can be forgiven for being scared in the Night/said the Troop-horse 275 The Man was lying on the Ground, and I STRETCHED MYSELF NOT TO TREAD ON HIM, AND HE SLASHED UP AT ME 279 Then I heard an old, grizzled, long-haired Cen-tral Asian Chief asking Questions of a nativeOfficer ................. 297 THE JUNGLE BOOK 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 is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and , hear the call!—Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law ! Night-Song in the Jtingle f\-X-\ \f\ \ k- \ v \ v • •* v. MOWGLIS BROTHERS IT was seven oclock of a very warm evening inthe Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke upfrom his days rest, scratched himself, yawned,and spread out his paws one after the other toget rid of the sleepy feeling in the tips. MotherWolf lay with her big gray nose dropped acrossher four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moonshone into the mouth of the cave where they alllived. Augrh ! said Father Wolf, it is time tohunt again ; and he was going to spring down-hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossedthe threshold and whined: Good luck go withyou, O Chief of the Wolves; and good luck andstrong white teeth go with the noble children, 2 THE JUNGLE BOOK that they may never forget the hungry in thisworld. It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker —and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui becausehe runs about making mischief, and telling tales,and eating rags and pieces of leather from thevillage rubbish-heaps. They are afraid of himtoo, because
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