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"
It
is
an
order
,
"
said
Mowgli
.
"
I
am
a
village
herd
for
a
while
.
What
news
of
Shere
Khan
?
"
"
He
has
come
back
to
this
country
,
and
has
waited
here
a
long
time
for
thee
.
Now
he
has
gone
off
again
,
for
the
game
is
scarce
.
But
he
means
to
kill
thee
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
said
Mowgli
.
"
So
long
as
he
is
away
do
thou
or
one
of
the
four
brothers
sit
on
that
rock
,
so
that
I
can
see
thee
as
I
come
out
of
the
village
.
When
he
comes
back
wait
for
me
in
the
ravine
by
the
dhak
tree
in
the
center
of
the
plain
.
We
need
not
walk
into
Shere
Khan
's
mouth
.
"
Then
Mowgli
picked
out
a
shady
place
,
and
lay
down
and
slept
while
the
buffaloes
grazed
round
him
.
Herding
in
India
is
one
of
the
laziest
things
in
the
world
.
The
cattle
move
and
crunch
,
and
lie
down
,
and
move
on
again
,
and
they
do
not
even
low
.
They
only
grunt
,
and
the
buffaloes
very
seldom
say
anything
,
but
get
down
into
the
muddy
pools
one
after
another
,
and
work
their
way
into
the
mud
till
only
their
noses
and
staring
china-blue
eyes
show
above
the
surface
,
and
then
they
lie
like
logs
.
The
sun
makes
the
rocks
dance
in
the
heat
,
and
the
herd
children
hear
one
kite
(
never
any
more
)
whistling
almost
out
of
sight
overhead
,
and
they
know
that
if
they
died
,
or
a
cow
died
,
that
kite
would
sweep
down
,
and
the
next
kite
miles
away
would
see
him
drop
and
follow
,
and
the
next
,
and
the
next
,
and
almost
before
they
were
dead
there
would
be
a
score
of
hungry
kites
come
out
of
nowhere
.
Then
they
sleep
and
wake
and
sleep
again
,
and
weave
little
baskets
of
dried
grass
and
put
grasshoppers
in
them
;
or
catch
two
praying
mantises
and
make
them
fight
;
or
string
a
necklace
of
red
and
black
jungle
nuts
;
or
watch
a
lizard
basking
on
a
rock
,
or
a
snake
hunting
a
frog
near
the
wallows
.
Then
they
sing
long
,
long
songs
with
odd
native
quavers
at
the
end
of
them
,
and
the
day
seems
longer
than
most
people
's
whole
lives
,
and
perhaps
they
make
a
mud
castle
with
mud
figures
of
men
and
horses
and
buffaloes
,
and
put
reeds
into
the
men
's
hands
,
and
pretend
that
they
are
kings
and
the
figures
are
their
armies
,
or
that
they
are
gods
to
be
worshiped
.
Then
evening
comes
and
the
children
call
,
and
the
buffaloes
lumber
up
out
of
the
sticky
mud
with
noises
like
gunshots
going
off
one
after
the
other
,
and
they
all
string
across
the
gray
plain
back
to
the
twinkling
village
lights
.
Day
after
day
Mowgli
would
lead
the
buffaloes
out
to
their
wallows
,
and
day
after
day
he
would
see
Gray
Brother
's
back
a
mile
and
a
half
away
across
the
plain
(
so
he
knew
that
Shere
Khan
had
not
come
back
)
,
and
day
after
day
he
would
lie
on
the
grass
listening
to
the
noises
round
him
,
and
dreaming
of
old
days
in
the
jungle
.
If
Shere
Khan
had
made
a
false
step
with
his
lame
paw
up
in
the
jungles
by
the
Waingunga
,
Mowgli
would
have
heard
him
in
those
long
,
still
mornings
.
At
last
a
day
came
when
he
did
not
see
Gray
Brother
at
the
signal
place
,
and
he
laughed
and
headed
the
buffaloes
for
the
ravine
by
the
dhk
tree
,
which
was
all
covered
with
golden-red
flowers
.
There
sat
Gray
Brother
,
every
bristle
on
his
back
lifted
.
"
He
has
hidden
for
a
month
to
throw
thee
off
thy
guard
.
He
crossed
the
ranges
last
night
with
Tabaqui
,
hot-foot
on
thy
trail
,
"
said
the
Wolf
,
panting
.
Mowgli
frowned
.
"
I
am
not
afraid
of
Shere
Khan
,
but
Tabaqui
is
very
cunning
.
"
"
Have
no
fear
,
"
said
Gray
Brother
,
licking
his
lips
a
little
.
"
I
met
Tabaqui
in
the
dawn
.
Now
he
is
telling
all
his
wisdom
to
the
kites
,
but
he
told
me
everything
before
I
broke
his
back
.
Shere
Khan
's
plan
is
to
wait
for
thee
at
the
village
gate
this
evening
--
for
thee
and
for
no
one
else
.
He
is
lying
up
now
,
in
the
big
dry
ravine
of
the
Waingunga
.
"
