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They
never
meant
to
do
any
more
--
the
Bandar-log
never
mean
anything
at
all
;
but
one
of
them
invented
what
seemed
to
him
a
brilliant
idea
,
and
he
told
all
the
others
that
Mowgli
would
be
a
useful
person
to
keep
in
the
tribe
,
because
he
could
weave
sticks
together
for
protection
from
the
wind
;
so
,
if
they
caught
him
,
they
could
make
him
teach
them
.
Of
course
Mowgli
,
as
a
woodcutter
's
child
,
inherited
all
sorts
of
instincts
,
and
used
to
make
little
huts
of
fallen
branches
without
thinking
how
he
came
to
do
it
.
The
Monkey-People
,
watching
in
the
trees
,
considered
his
play
most
wonderful
.
This
time
,
they
said
,
they
were
really
going
to
have
a
leader
and
become
the
wisest
people
in
the
jungle
--
so
wise
that
everyone
else
would
notice
and
envy
them
.
Therefore
they
followed
Baloo
and
Bagheera
and
Mowgli
through
the
jungle
very
quietly
till
it
was
time
for
the
midday
nap
,
and
Mowgli
,
who
was
very
much
ashamed
of
himself
,
slept
between
the
Panther
and
the
Bear
,
resolving
to
have
no
more
to
do
with
the
Monkey
People
.
The
next
thing
he
remembered
was
feeling
hands
on
his
legs
and
arms
--
hard
,
strong
,
little
hands
--
and
then
a
swash
of
branches
in
his
face
,
and
then
he
was
staring
down
through
the
swaying
boughs
as
Baloo
woke
the
jungle
with
his
deep
cries
and
Bagheera
bounded
up
the
trunk
with
every
tooth
bared
.
The
Bandar-log
howled
with
triumph
and
scuffled
away
to
the
upper
branches
where
Bagheera
dared
not
follow
,
shouting
:
"
He
has
noticed
us
!
Bagheera
has
noticed
us
.
All
the
Jungle-People
admire
us
for
our
skill
and
our
cunning
.
"
Then
they
began
their
flight
;
and
the
flight
of
the
Monkey-People
through
tree-land
is
one
of
the
things
nobody
can
describe
.
They
have
their
regular
roads
and
crossroads
,
up
hills
and
down
hills
,
all
laid
out
from
fifty
to
seventy
or
a
hundred
feet
above
ground
,
and
by
these
they
can
travel
even
at
night
if
necessary
.
Two
of
the
strongest
monkeys
caught
Mowgli
under
the
arms
and
swung
off
with
him
through
the
treetops
,
twenty
feet
at
a
bound
.
Had
they
been
alone
they
could
have
gone
twice
as
fast
,
but
the
boy
's
weight
held
them
back
.
Sick
and
giddy
as
Mowgli
was
he
could
not
help
enjoying
the
wild
rush
,
though
the
glimpses
of
earth
far
down
below
frightened
him
,
and
the
terrible
check
and
jerk
at
the
end
of
the
swing
over
nothing
but
empty
air
brought
his
heart
between
his
teeth
.
His
escort
would
rush
him
up
a
tree
till
he
felt
the
thinnest
topmost
branches
crackle
and
bend
under
them
,
and
then
with
a
cough
and
a
whoop
would
fling
themselves
into
the
air
outward
and
downward
,
and
bring
up
,
hanging
by
their
hands
or
their
feet
to
the
lower
limbs
of
the
next
tree
.
Sometimes
he
could
see
for
miles
and
miles
across
the
still
green
jungle
,
as
a
man
on
the
top
of
a
mast
can
see
for
miles
across
the
sea
,
and
then
the
branches
and
leaves
would
lash
him
across
the
face
,
and
he
and
his
two
guards
would
be
almost
down
to
earth
again
.
So
,
bounding
and
crashing
and
whooping
and
yelling
,
the
whole
tribe
of
Bandar-log
swept
along
the
tree-roads
with
Mowgli
their
prisoner
.
For
a
time
he
was
afraid
of
being
dropped
.
Then
he
grew
angry
but
knew
better
than
to
struggle
,
and
then
he
began
to
think
.
The
first
thing
was
to
send
back
word
to
Baloo
and
Bagheera
,
for
,
at
the
pace
the
monkeys
were
going
,
he
knew
his
friends
would
be
left
far
behind
.
It
was
useless
to
look
down
,
for
he
could
only
see
the
topsides
of
the
branches
,
so
he
stared
upward
and
saw
,
far
away
in
the
blue
,
Rann
the
Kite
balancing
and
wheeling
as
he
kept
watch
over
the
jungle
waiting
for
things
to
die
.
Rann
saw
that
the
monkeys
were
carrying
something
,
and
dropped
a
few
hundred
yards
to
find
out
whether
their
load
was
good
to
eat
.
He
whistled
with
surprise
when
he
saw
Mowgli
being
dragged
up
to
a
treetop
and
heard
him
give
the
Kite
call
for
--
"
We
be
of
one
blood
,
thou
and
I.
"
The
waves
of
the
branches
closed
over
the
boy
,
but
Chil
balanced
away
to
the
next
tree
in
time
to
see
the
little
brown
face
come
up
again
.
"
Mark
my
trail
!
"
Mowgli
shouted
.
"
Tell
Baloo
of
the
Seeonee
Pack
and
Bagheera
of
the
Council
Rock
.
"
"
In
whose
name
,
Brother
?
"
Rann
had
never
seen
Mowgli
before
,
though
of
course
he
had
heard
of
him
.
"
Mowgli
,
the
Frog
.
Man-cub
they
call
me
!
Mark
my
tra-il
!
"
The
last
words
were
shrieked
as
he
was
being
swung
through
the
air
,
but
Rann
nodded
and
rose
up
till
he
looked
no
bigger
than
a
speck
of
dust
,
and
there
he
hung
,
watching
with
his
telescope
eyes
the
swaying
of
the
treetops
as
Mowgli
's
escort
whirled
along
.
"
They
never
go
far
,
"
he
said
with
a
chuckle
.
"
They
never
do
what
they
set
out
to
do
.
Always
pecking
at
new
things
are
the
Bandar-log
.
This
time
,
if
I
have
any
eye-sight
,
they
have
pecked
down
trouble
for
themselves
,
for
Baloo
is
no
fledgling
and
Bagheera
can
,
as
I
know
,
kill
more
than
goats
.
"
So
he
rocked
on
his
wings
,
his
feet
gathered
up
under
him
,
and
waited
.
