Identifier: junglebookkipl (find matches)
Title: The jungle book
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
Subjects: Animals
Publisher: New York : The Century Co.
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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them, and saw Shere Khans striped hide on therock, and the huge claws dangling at the endof the empty, dangling feet. It was then thatMowgli made up a song without any rhymes, asong that came up into his throat all by itself,and he shouted it aloud, leaping up and downon the rattling skin, and beating time with hisheels till he had no more breath left, whileGray Brother and Akela howled between theverses. Look well, O Wolves. Have I kept myword? said Mowgli when he had finished; andthe wolves bayed Yes, and one tattered wolfhowled: Lead us again, O Akela. Lead us again, OMan-cub, for we be sick of this lawlessness, andwe would be the Free People once more. Nay, purred Bagheera, that may not be.When ye are full-fed, the madness may comeupon ye again. Not for nothing are ye calledthe Free People. Ye fought for freedom, and itis yours. Eat it, O Wolves. Man Pack and Wolf Pack have cast meout, said Mowgli. Now I will hunt alone inthe jungle. And we will hunt with thee, said the fourcubs.
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THEY CLAMBERED UP ON THE COUNCIL ROCK TOGETHER, ANDMOWGLI SPREAD THE SKIN OUT ON THE FLAT STONE. TIGER! TIGER! 131 So Mowgli went away and hunted with thefour cubs in the jungle from that day on. Buthe was not always alone, because years afterwardhe became a man and married. But that is a story for grown-ups. MOWGLFS SONG THAT HE SANG AT THE COUNCIL ROCK WHEN HEDANCED ON SHERE KHANS HIDE The Song of Mowgli — I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done.Shere Khan said he would kill —would kill! At the gates in the twilight he would kill Mowgli, the Frog!He ate and he drank. Drink deep, Shere Khan, for when wilt thou drink again ? Sleep and dream of the kill.i am alone on the grazing-grounds. Gray Brother, come to me! Come to me, Lone Wolf, for there is big game afoot.Bring up the great bull-buffaloes, the blue-skinned herd-bulls with the angry eyes. Drive them to and fro as I order.Sleepest thou still, Shere Khan ? Wake, O wake f Here come I, and the bull

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