Мауглі
Toomai of the Elephants
Thenthebranchesclosedoverhisheadagain,andKalaNagbegantogodownintothevalley—notquietlythistime,butasarunawaygungoesdownasteepbank—inonerush.Thehugelimbsmovedassteadilyaspistons,eightfeettoeachstride,andthewrinkledskinoftheelbowpointsrustled.Theundergrowthoneithersideofhimrippedwithanoiseliketorncanvas,andthesaplingsthatheheavedawayrightandleftwithhisshoulderssprangbackagainandbangedhimontheflank,andgreattrailsofcreepers,allmattedtogether,hungfromhistusksashethrewhisheadfromsidetosideandplowedouthispathway.ThenLittleToomailaidhimselfdownclosetothegreatnecklestaswingingboughshouldsweephimtotheground,andhewishedthathewerebackinthelinesagain.
Thegrassbegantogetsquashy,andKalaNag’sfeetsuckedandsquelchedasheputthemdown,andthenightmistatthebottomofthevalleychilledLittleToomai.Therewasasplashandatrample,andtherushofrunningwater,andKalaNagstrodethroughthebedofariver,feelinghiswayateachstep.Abovethenoiseofthewater,asitswirledroundtheelephant’slegs,LittleToomaicouldhearmoresplashingandsometrumpetingbothupstreamanddown—greatgruntsandangrysnortings,andallthemistabouthimseemedtobefullofrolling,wavyshadows.
"Ai!"hesaid,halfaloud,histeethchattering."Theelephant-folkareouttonight.Itisthedance,then!"
KalaNagswashedoutofthewater,blewhistrunkclear,andbegananotherclimb.