Identifier: secondjunglebook00kipliala (find matches)
Title: The second jungle book
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
Subjects: Animals, Legends and stories of
Publisher: London New York : Macmillan
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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LETTING IN THE JUNGLE Veil them, cover them, wall them round, Blossom and creeper and weed ;Let us forget the sight and the sound, And the smell and the touch of the breed ! Fat black ash by the altarstoneHere is the white-foot rain !And the does bring forth in the fields unsown.And none may affright them again ; And the blind-walls crumble, unknown, oerthrown,And none may inhabit again ! )OU will remember, if you haveread the tales in the firstJungle Book, that afterMowgli had pinned ShareKhans hide to the CouncilRock, he told as many aswere left of the SeeoneePack that henceforward hewould hunt in the Junglealone ; and the four chil-dren of Mother and FatherWolf said that they would hunt with him. But it is
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^M^ LETTING IN THE JUNGLE 49 not easy to change all ones life at once—particularlyin the Jungle. The first thing Mowgli did, when thedisorderly Pack had slunk off, was to go to the home-cave, and sleep for a day and a night. Then he toldMother Wolf and Father Wolf as much as theycould understand of his adventures among men ; andwhen he made the morning sun flicker up and downthe blade of his skinning-knife—the same he hadskinned Shere Khan with—they said he had learnedsomething. Then Akela and Gray Brother had toexplain their share of the great buffalo-drive in theravine, and Baloo toiled up the hill to hear all aboutit, and Bagheera scratched himself all over with puredelight at the w^ay in which Mowgli had managedhis war. It was long after sunrise, but no one dreamed ofgoing to sleep, and from time to time, Mother Wolfwould throw up her head, and sniff a deep snuff ofsatisfaction as the wind brought her the smell of thetiger-skin on the Council Rock. But for Akela and Gray Bro

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