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Mowgli
,
who
had
been
trained
under
the
Law
of
the
Jungle
,
did
not
like
or
understand
this
kind
of
life
.
The
monkeys
dragged
him
into
the
Cold
Lairs
late
in
the
afternoon
,
and
instead
of
going
to
sleep
,
as
Mowgli
would
have
done
after
a
long
journey
,
they
joined
hands
and
danced
about
and
sang
their
foolish
songs
.
One
of
the
monkeys
made
a
speech
and
told
his
companions
that
Mowgli
's
capture
marked
a
new
thing
in
the
history
of
the
Bandar-log
,
for
Mowgli
was
going
to
show
them
how
to
weave
sticks
and
canes
together
as
a
protection
against
rain
and
cold
.
Mowgli
picked
up
some
creepers
and
began
to
work
them
in
and
out
,
and
the
monkeys
tried
to
imitate
;
but
in
a
very
few
minutes
they
lost
interest
and
began
to
pull
their
friends
'
tails
or
jump
up
and
down
on
all
fours
,
coughing
.
"
I
wish
to
eat
,
"
said
Mowgli
.
"
I
am
a
stranger
in
this
part
of
the
jungle
.
Bring
me
food
,
or
give
me
leave
to
hunt
here
.
"
Twenty
or
thirty
monkeys
bounded
away
to
bring
him
nuts
and
wild
pawpaws
.
But
they
fell
to
fighting
on
the
road
,
and
it
was
too
much
trouble
to
go
back
with
what
was
left
of
the
fruit
.
Mowgli
was
sore
and
angry
as
well
as
hungry
,
and
he
roamed
through
the
empty
city
giving
the
Strangers
'
Hunting
Call
from
time
to
time
,
but
no
one
answered
him
,
and
Mowgli
felt
that
he
had
reached
a
very
bad
place
indeed
.
"
All
that
Baloo
has
said
about
the
Bandar-log
is
true
,
"
he
thought
to
himself
.
"
They
have
no
Law
,
no
Hunting
Call
,
and
no
leaders
--
nothing
but
foolish
words
and
little
picking
thievish
hands
.
So
if
I
am
starved
or
killed
here
,
it
will
be
all
my
own
fault
.
But
I
must
try
to
return
to
my
own
jungle
.
Baloo
will
surely
beat
me
,
but
that
is
better
than
chasing
silly
rose
leaves
with
the
Bandar-log
.
"
No
sooner
had
he
walked
to
the
city
wall
than
the
monkeys
pulled
him
back
,
telling
him
that
he
did
not
know
how
happy
he
was
,
and
pinching
him
to
make
him
grateful
.
He
set
his
teeth
and
said
nothing
,
but
went
with
the
shouting
monkeys
to
a
terrace
above
the
red
sandstone
reservoirs
that
were
half-full
of
rain
water
.
There
was
a
ruined
summer-house
of
white
marble
in
the
center
of
the
terrace
,
built
for
queens
dead
a
hundred
years
ago
.
The
domed
roof
had
half
fallen
in
and
blocked
up
the
underground
passage
from
the
palace
by
which
the
queens
used
to
enter
.
But
the
walls
were
made
of
screens
of
marble
tracery
--
beautiful
milk-white
fretwork
,
set
with
agates
and
cornelians
and
jasper
and
lapis
lazuli
,
and
as
the
moon
came
up
behind
the
hill
it
shone
through
the
open
work
,
casting
shadows
on
the
ground
like
black
velvet
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
,
"
they
shouted
.
"
Now
as
you
are
a
new
listener
and
can
carry
our
words
back
to
the
Jungle-People
so
that
they
may
notice
us
in
future
,
we
will
tell
you
all
about
our
most
excellent
selves
.
"
Mowgli
made
no
objection
,
and
the
monkeys
gathered
by
hundreds
and
hundreds
on
the
terrace
to
listen
to
their
own
speakers
singing
the
praises
of
the
Bandar-log
,
and
whenever
a
speaker
stopped
for
want
of
breath
they
would
all
shout
together
:
"
This
is
true
;
we
all
say
so
.
"
Mowgli
nodded
and
blinked
,
and
said
"
Yes
"
when
they
asked
him
a
question
,
and
his
head
spun
with
the
noise
.
"
Tabaqui
the
Jackal
must
have
bitten
all
these
people
,
"
he
said
to
himself
,
"
and
now
they
have
madness
.
Certainly
this
is
dewanee
,
the
madness
.
Do
they
never
go
to
sleep
?
Now
there
is
a
cloud
coming
to
cover
that
moon
.
If
it
were
only
a
big
enough
cloud
I
might
try
to
run
away
in
the
darkness
.
But
I
am
tired
.
"
That
same
cloud
was
being
watched
by
two
good
friends
in
the
ruined
ditch
below
the
city
wall
,
for
Bagheera
and
Kaa
,
knowing
well
how
dangerous
the
Monkey-People
were
in
large
numbers
,
did
not
wish
to
run
any
risks
.
The
monkeys
never
fight
unless
they
are
a
hundred
to
one
,
and
few
in
the
jungle
care
for
those
odds
.
"
I
will
go
to
the
west
wall
,
"
Kaa
whispered
,
"
and
come
down
swiftly
with
the
slope
of
the
ground
in
my
favor
.
They
will
not
throw
themselves
upon
my
back
in
their
hundreds
,
but
--
"
"
I
know
it
,
"
said
Bagheera
.
"
Would
that
Baloo
were
here
,
but
we
must
do
what
we
can
.
When
that
cloud
covers
the
moon
I
shall
go
to
the
terrace
.
They
hold
some
sort
of
council
there
over
the
boy
.
"
