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Mowgli
Now
Rann
the
Kite
brings
home
the
night
That
Mang
the
Bat
sets
free
--
The
herds
are
shut
in
byre
and
hut
For
loosed
till
dawn
are
we
.
This
is
the
hour
of
pride
and
power
,
Talon
and
tush
and
claw
.
Oh
,
hear
the
call
!
--
Good
hunting
all
That
keep
the
Jungle
Law
!
Night-Song
in
the
Jungle
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
.
"
Augrh
!
"
said
Father
Wolf
.
"
It
is
time
to
hunt
again
.
"
He
was
going
to
spring
down
hill
when
a
little
shadow
with
a
bushy
tail
crossed
the
threshold
and
whined
:
"
Good
luck
go
with
you
,
O
Chief
of
the
Wolves
.
And
good
luck
and
strong
white
teeth
go
with
noble
children
that
they
may
never
forget
the
hungry
in
this
world
.
"
