"Never while we can follow a trail," said the cubs. "Come to
the foot of the hill when thou art a man, and we will talk to
thee; and we will come into the croplands to play with thee by
night."
"Come soon!" said Father Wolf. "Oh, wise little frog, come
again soon; for we be old, thy mother and I."
"Come soon," said Mother Wolf, "little naked son of mine. For,
listen, child of man, I loved thee more than ever I loved my
cubs."
"I will surely come," said Mowgli. "And when I come it will be
to lay out Shere Khan's hide upon the Council Rock. Do not
forget me! Tell them in the jungle never to forget me!"
The dawn was beginning to break when Mowgli went down
the hillside alone, to meet those mysterious things that are called
men.
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a doe leaped up, and a doe leaped up
From the pond in the wood where the wild deer sup.
This I, scouting alone, beheld,
Once, twice and again!
As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled
Once, twice and again!
And a wolf stole back, and a wolf stole back
To carry the word to the waiting pack,
And we sought and we found and we bayed on his track
Once, twice and again! As the dawn was breaking the Wolf Pack yelled
Once, twice and again!
Feet in the jungle that leave no mark!
Eyes that can see in the dark—the dark!
Tongue—give tongue to it! Hark! O hark!
Once, twice and again!
Kaa's Hunting
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the
Buffalo's pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the
gloss of his hide.
If ye find that the Bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed
Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us: we knew it ten seasons
before.
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister
and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is
their mother.
"There is none like to me!" says the Cub in the pride of his
earliest kill;
But the jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him
think and be still.
Maxims of Baloo
All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was
turned out of the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on
Shere Khan the tiger. It was in the days when Baloo was
teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown
bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil, for the young
wolves will only learn as much of the Law of the Jungle as
applies to their own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as
they can repeat the Hunting Verse—"Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in
their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks
of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom
we hate." But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal
more than this. Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would
come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting
on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli
recited the day's lesson to Baloo. The boy could climb almost as
well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run.
So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and
Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how
to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of
them fifty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when
he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn
the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among
them. None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are
very ready to fly at an intruder. Then, too, Mowgli was taught
the Strangers' Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it
is answered, whenever one of the Jungle-People hunts outside
his own grounds. It means, translated, "Give me leave to hunt
here because I am hungry." And the answer is, "Hunt then for
food, but not for pleasure."
All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by
heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a
hundred times. But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when
Mowgli had been cuffed and run off in a temper, "A man's cub is
a man's cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle."
"But think how small he is," said the Black Panther, who
would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. "How
can his little head carry all thy long talk?"
"Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That
is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very
softly, when he forgets."
"Softly! What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet?"
Bagheera grunted. "His face is all bruised today by thy—
softness. Ugh." "Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love
him than that he should come to harm through ignorance," Baloo
answered very earnestly. "I am now teaching him the Master
Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the
Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, except his own
pack. He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the
words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating?"
"Well, look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub. He is
no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon. But what are
those Master Words? I am more likely to give help than to ask
it"—Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue,
ripping-chisel talons at the end of it—"still I should like to
know."
"I will call Mowgli and he shall say them—if he will. Come,
Little Brother!"
"My head is ringing like a bee tree," said a sullen little voice
over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry
and indignant, adding as he reached the ground: "I come for
Bagheera and not for thee, fat old Baloo!"
"That is all one to me," said Baloo, though he was hurt and
grieved. "Tell Bagheera, then, the Master Words of the Jungle
that I have taught thee this day."
"Master Words for which people?" said Mowgli, delighted to
show off. "The jungle has many tongues. I know them all."
"A little thou knowest, but not much. See, O Bagheera, they
never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come
back to thank old Baloo for his teachings. Say the word for the
Hunting-People, then—great scholar."
"We be of one blood, ye and I," said Mowgli, giving the words
the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use.
"Good. Now for the birds."
Mowgli repeated, with the Kite's whistle at the end of the
sentence. "Now for the Snake-People," said Bagheera.
The answer was a perfectly indescribable hiss, and Mowgli
kicked up his feet behind, clapped his hands together to applaud
himself, and jumped on to Bagheera's back, where he sat
sideways, drumming with his heels on the glossy skin and
making the worst faces he could think of at Baloo.
"There—there! That was worth a little bruise," said the brown
bear tenderly. "Some day thou wilt remember me." Then he
turned aside to tell Bagheera how he had begged the Master
Words from Hathi the Wild Elephant, who knows all about these
things, and how Hathi had taken Mowgli down to a pool to get
the Snake Word from a water-snake, because Baloo could not
pronounce it, and how Mowgli was now reasonably safe against
all accidents in the jungle, because neither snake, bird, nor beast
would hurt him.
"No one then is to be feared," Baloo wound up, patting his big
furry stomach with pride.
"Except his own tribe," said Bagheera, under his breath; and
then aloud to Mowgli, "Have a care for my ribs, Little Brother!
What is all this dancing up and down?"
Mowgli had been trying to make himself heard by pulling at
Bagheera's shoulder fur and kicking hard. When the two listened
to him he was shouting at the top of his voice, "And so I shall
have a tribe of my own, and lead them through the branches all
day long."
"What is this new folly, little dreamer of dreams?" said
Bagheera.
"Yes, and throw branches and dirt at old Baloo," Mowgli went
on. "They have promised me this. Ah!"
"Whoof!" Baloo's big paw scooped Mowgli off Bagheera's back,
and as the boy lay between the big fore-paws he could see the
Bear was angry.....