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"
All
except
the
wolves
that
were
burned
with
the
Red
Flower
.
Now
,
listen
.
Shere
Khan
has
gone
away
to
hunt
far
off
till
his
coat
grows
again
,
for
he
is
badly
singed
.
When
he
returns
he
swears
that
he
will
lay
thy
bones
in
the
Waingunga
.
"
"
There
are
two
words
to
that
.
I
also
have
made
a
little
promise
.
But
news
is
always
good
.
I
am
tired
to-night
--
very
tired
with
new
things
,
Gray
Brother
--
but
bring
me
the
news
always
.
"
"
Thou
wilt
not
forget
that
thou
art
a
wolf
?
Men
will
not
make
thee
forget
?
"
said
Gray
Brother
anxiously
.
"
Never
.
I
will
always
remember
that
I
love
thee
and
all
in
our
cave
.
But
also
I
will
always
remember
that
I
have
been
cast
out
of
the
Pack
.
"
"
And
that
thou
mayest
be
cast
out
of
another
pack
.
Men
are
only
men
,
Little
Brother
,
and
their
talk
is
like
the
talk
of
frogs
in
a
pond
.
When
I
come
down
here
again
,
I
will
wait
for
thee
in
the
bamboos
at
the
edge
of
the
grazing-ground
.
"
For
three
months
after
that
night
Mowgli
hardly
ever
left
the
village
gate
,
he
was
so
busy
learning
the
ways
and
customs
of
men
.
First
he
had
to
wear
a
cloth
round
him
,
which
annoyed
him
horribly
;
and
then
he
had
to
learn
about
money
,
which
he
did
not
in
the
least
understand
,
and
about
plowing
,
of
which
he
did
not
see
the
use
.
Then
the
little
children
in
the
village
made
him
very
angry
.
Luckily
,
the
Law
of
the
Jungle
had
taught
him
to
keep
his
temper
,
for
in
the
jungle
life
and
food
depend
on
keeping
your
temper
;
but
when
they
made
fun
of
him
because
he
would
not
play
games
or
fly
kites
,
or
because
he
mispronounced
some
word
,
only
the
knowledge
that
it
was
unsportsmanlike
to
kill
little
naked
cubs
kept
him
from
picking
them
up
and
breaking
them
in
two
.
He
did
not
know
his
own
strength
in
the
least
.
In
the
jungle
he
knew
he
was
weak
compared
with
the
beasts
,
but
in
the
village
people
said
that
he
was
as
strong
as
a
bull
.
And
Mowgli
had
not
the
faintest
idea
of
the
difference
that
caste
makes
between
man
and
man
.
When
the
potter
's
donkey
slipped
in
the
clay
pit
,
Mowgli
hauled
it
out
by
the
tail
,
and
helped
to
stack
the
pots
for
their
journey
to
the
market
at
Khanhiwara
.
That
was
very
shocking
,
too
,
for
the
potter
is
a
low-caste
man
,
and
his
donkey
is
worse
.
When
the
priest
scolded
him
,
Mowgli
threatened
to
put
him
on
the
donkey
too
,
and
the
priest
told
Messua
's
husband
that
Mowgli
had
better
be
set
to
work
as
soon
as
possible
;
and
the
village
head-man
told
Mowgli
that
he
would
have
to
go
out
with
the
buffaloes
next
day
,
and
herd
them
while
they
grazed
.
No
one
was
more
pleased
than
Mowgli
;
and
that
night
,
because
he
had
been
appointed
a
servant
of
the
village
,
as
it
were
,
he
went
off
to
a
circle
that
met
every
evening
on
a
masonry
platform
under
a
great
fig-tree
.
It
was
the
village
club
,
and
the
head-man
and
the
watchman
and
the
barber
,
who
knew
all
the
gossip
of
the
village
,
and
old
Buldeo
,
the
village
hunter
,
who
had
a
Tower
musket
,
met
and
smoked
.
The
monkeys
sat
and
talked
in
the
upper
branches
,
and
there
was
a
hole
under
the
platform
where
a
cobra
lived
,
and
he
had
his
little
platter
of
milk
every
night
because
he
was
sacred
;
and
the
old
men
sat
around
the
tree
and
talked
,
and
pulled
at
the
big
huqas
(
the
water-pipes
)
till
far
into
the
night
.
They
told
wonderful
tales
of
gods
and
men
and
ghosts
;
and
Buldeo
told
even
more
wonderful
ones
of
the
ways
of
beasts
in
the
jungle
,
till
the
eyes
of
the
children
sitting
outside
the
circle
bulged
out
of
their
heads
.
Most
of
the
tales
were
about
animals
,
for
the
jungle
was
always
at
their
door
.
The
deer
and
the
wild
pig
grubbed
up
their
crops
,
and
now
and
again
the
tiger
carried
off
a
man
at
twilight
,
within
sight
of
the
village
gates
.
Mowgli
,
who
naturally
knew
something
about
what
they
were
talking
of
,
had
to
cover
his
face
not
to
show
that
he
was
laughing
,
while
Buldeo
,
the
Tower
musket
across
his
knees
,
climbed
on
from
one
wonderful
story
to
another
,
and
Mowgli
's
shoulders
shook
.
