The Jungle Book
contributor: Eric Lease Morgan (Infomotions, Inc.)
creator: Kipling, Rudyard
date: 0000-00-00
extent: 290623
format: text/plain
language: en
publisher: Eris Etext Project
rights: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/GPL/2.0/
source: 1
subject: mowgli
subject: jungle
subject: bagheera
subject: man
subject: head
subject: nag
subject: book
subject: rudyard
subject: kipling
subject: brothers
subject: chil
subject: kite
subject: brings
subject: home
subject: night
subject: mang
subject: bat
subject: sets
subject: free
subject: herds
subject: shut
subject: byre
subject: hut
subject: loosed
subject: dawn
subject: english
subject: literature
type: text
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full text: 1894 THE JUNGLE BOOK by Rudyard Kipling MOWGLI'S BROTHERS Now Chil 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 downhill when a little shadow with a 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 from the 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 disgraceful thing 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 bu…