Mowgli’s Brothers

           NowRanntheKitebringshomethenight 

           ThatMangtheBatsetsfree— 

           Theherdsareshutinbyreandhut 

           Forloosedtilldawnarewe. 

           Thisisthehourofprideandpower, 

           Talonandtushandclaw. 

           Oh,hearthecall!—Goodhuntingall 

           ThatkeeptheJungleLaw! 

           Night-SongintheJungle 

           Itwasseveno’clockofaverywarmeveningintheSeeoneehillswhenFatherWolfwokeupfromhisday’srest,scratchedhimself,yawned,andspreadouthispawsoneaftertheothertogetridofthesleepyfeelingintheirtips. MotherWolflaywithherbiggraynosedroppedacrossherfourtumbling,squealingcubs,andthemoonshoneintothemouthofthecavewheretheyalllived. "Augrh!"saidFatherWolf."Itistimetohuntagain." Hewasgoingtospringdownhillwhenalittleshadowwithabushytailcrossedthethresholdandwhined: "Goodluckgowithyou,OChiefoftheWolves. Andgoodluckandstrongwhiteteethgowithnoblechildrenthattheymayneverforgetthehungryinthisworld." 

           Itwasthejackal—Tabaqui,theDish-licker—andthewolvesofIndiadespiseTabaquibecauseherunsaboutmakingmischief,andtellingtales,andeatingragsandpiecesofleatherfromthevillagerubbish-heaps. Buttheyareafraidofhimtoo,becauseTabaqui,morethananyoneelseinthejungle,isapttogomad,andthenheforgetsthathewaseverafraidofanyone,andrunsthroughtheforestbitingeverythinginhisway. EventhetigerrunsandhideswhenlittleTabaquigoesmad,formadnessisthemostdisgracefulthingthatcanovertakeawildcreature.