The Writings in Prose and Verse of Rudyard Kipling, Volume 7C. Scribner's Sons, 1897 - English literature |
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Abdul Gafur afraid Akela angry Bagheera Baloo Bandar-log beasts Black Panther branches buck buffaloes Buldeo bull called cave Chil Cobra Council Rock cried dark death deep deer dhole eyes Father Wolf fear feet fight foot Frog gheera Gisborne grass Gray Brother hand Hathi head heard herd hide howl hunter hunting Jungle Kaa's Karela Khan's Khanhiwara kill Kite knew knife laughed leaped Little Brother looked Man-cub Man-Pack man's cub Messua Messua's husband monkeys moon Mother mouth Mowgli Mysa naked Nathoo never night nilghai Pack ravine Red Dog Red Flower remember round rukh Sahib Sambhur Seeonee Shere Khan shouted skin sleep smell song stared stone stood Tabaqui talk tell thee things thou art thou hast tiger told trail trees turn village voice Waingunga wild wolves Won-tolla word
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Page 170 - Jungle swallowed up the walls," said Hathi. "And what more?" said Mowgli. " As much good ground as I can walk over in two nights from the east to the west, and from the north to the south as much as I can walk over in three nights, the Jungle took.
Page 103 - Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they; But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is — Obey ! •A SERVANT WHEN HE REIGNETH' (For three things the earth is disquieted, and for four which it cannot bear.
Page 55 - ... and the oranges in sport to see the fruit and flowers fall. They explored all the passages and dark tunnels in the palace and the hundreds of little dark rooms, but they never remembered what they had seen and what they had not, and so drifted about in ones and twos or crowds telling each other that they were doing as men did.
Page 297 - Its servants wrestle with wandering sand-torrents and shifting dunes: wattling them at the sides, damming them in front, and pegging them down atop with coarse grass and spindling pine after the rules of Nancy. They are responsible for all the timber in the State forests of the Himalayas, as well as for the denuded hillsides that the monsoons wash into dry gullies and aching ravines; each cut a mouth crying aloud what carelessness can do.
Page 1 - 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.
Page 39 - They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen and peep and wait up above in the branches. Their way is not our way. They are without leaders. They have no remembrance. They boast and chatter and pretend that they are a great people about to do great affairs in the jungle, but the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter, and all is forgotten.
Page 4 - ... of his pack or tribe. The real reason for this is that man-killing means, sooner or later, the arrival of white men on elephants, with guns, and hundreds of brown men with gongs and rockets and torches. Then everybody in the jungle suffers.
Page 72 - Here we sit in a branchy row, Thinking of beautiful things we know; Dreaming of deeds that we mean to do, All complete, in a minute or two — Something noble and grand and good, Won by merely wishing we could.
Page 58 - ... embroidery. Sore, sleepy, and hungry as he was, Mowgli could not help laughing when the Bandar-log began, twenty at a time, to tell him how great and wise and strong and gentle they were, and how foolish he was to wish to leave them. " We are great. We are free. We are wonderful. We are the most wonderful people in all the jungle ! We all say so, and so it must be true,
Page 98 - Tigers taught the Hairless One to kill — and ye know what harm that has since done to all our peoples — through the noose, and the pitfall, and the hidden trap, and the flying stick, and the stinging fly that comes out of white smoke [Hathi meant the rifle], and the Red Flower that drives us into the open. Yet for one night in the year the Hairless One fears the Tiger, as Tha promised, and never has the Tiger given him cause to be less afraid. Where he finds him, there he kills him, remembering...