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"He put his Nose into the Ink" 178

"Rikki-tikki was awake on the Pillow" 179

"He came to Breakfast riding on Teddy's Shoulder" 180

"'We are very miserable,' said Darzee" 181

"'I am Nag,' said the Cobra: 'Look, and be afraid.'
But at the Bottom of his cold Heart HE was
afraid" 183

"He jumped up in the Air, and just under him
whizzed by the Head of Nagaina" 187

"In the Dark he ran up against Chuchundra,
the Muskrat" 192

"Then Rikki-tikki was battered to and fro as
a Rat is shaken by a Dog" 197

Darzee's Wife pretends to have a broken Wing 201

"Nagaina flew down the Path with Rikki-tikki
behind her" 207

"It is all over" 210

"Kala Nag was the best-loved Elephant in the
Service" 219

"'He is afraid of me,' said Little Toomai, and
he made Kala Nag lift up his Feet one
after the other" 223

"He would get his Torch and wave it, and yell
with the Best" 229

"'Not green Corn, Protector of the Poor,—Melons,'
said Little Toomai" 235

"Little Toomai looked down upon Scores and
Scores of broad Backs" 251

"'To Toomai of the Elephants. Barrao!'" 259

"A Camel had blundered into my Tent" 267

"'Anybody can be forgiven for being scared in the
Night,' said the Troop-horse" 275

"'The Man was lying on the Ground, and I
stretched myself not to tread on him, and
he slashed up at me'" 279

"Then I heard an old, grizzled, long-haired Central
Asian Chief asking Questions of a native
Officer" 297

THE JUNGLE BOOK

MOWGLI'S BROTHERS

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 the 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"; and he was going to spring downhill 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 the noble children, that they may never forget the hungry in this world."

"'GOOD LUCK GO WITH YOU, O CHIEF OF THE WOLVES.'"

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. They are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than any one else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of any one, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it