Tiger! Tiger!

           Whatofthehunting,hunterbold? 

           Brother,thewatchwaslongandcold. 

           Whatofthequarryyewenttokill? 

           Brother,hecropsinthejunglestill. 

           Whereisthepowerthatmadeyourpride? 

           Brother,itebbsfrommyflankandside. 

           Whereisthehastethatyehurryby? 

           Brother,Igotomylair—todie. 

           Nowwemustgobacktothefirsttale.WhenMowglileftthewolf’scaveafterthefightwiththePackattheCouncilRock,hewentdowntotheplowedlandswherethevillagerslived,buthewouldnotstoptherebecauseitwastooneartothejungle,andheknewthathehadmadeatleastonebadenemyattheCouncil.Sohehurriedon,keepingtotheroughroadthatrandownthevalley,andfolloweditatasteadyjog-trotfornearlytwentymiles,tillhecametoacountrythathedidnotknow.Thevalleyopenedoutintoagreatplaindottedoverwithrocksandcutupbyravines.Atoneendstoodalittlevillage,andattheotherthethickjunglecamedowninasweeptothegrazing-grounds,andstoppedthereasthoughithadbeencutoffwithahoe.Allovertheplain,cattleandbuffaloesweregrazing,andwhenthelittleboysinchargeoftheherdssawMowglitheyshoutedandranaway,andtheyellowpariahdogsthathangabouteveryIndianvillagebarked.Mowgliwalkedon,forhewasfeelinghungry,andwhenhecametothevillagegatehesawthebigthorn-bushthatwasdrawnupbeforethegateattwilight,pushedtooneside. 

           "Umph!"hesaid,forhehadcomeacrossmorethanonesuchbarricadeinhisnightramblesafterthingstoeat.