Opening of the book
THE JUNGLE BOOK
By Rudyard Kipling
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“Little Toomai laid himself down
close to the great neck lest a swinging
bough should sweep him to the
ground.”
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Mowgli and the lone wolf
Contents
Mowgli’s Brothers
Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack
Kaa’s Hunting
Road-Song of the Bandar-Log
“Tiger! Tiger!”
Mowgli’s Song
The White Seal
Lukannon
“Rikki-Tikki-Tavi”
Darzee’s Chant
Toomai of the Elephants
Shiv and the Grasshopper
Her Majesty’s Servants
Parade Song of the Camp Animals
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Mowgli’s Brothers
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 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 down hill 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.”
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“Good luck go with you, O chief of the
wolves.”
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 rubbishheaps. 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
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