Oneeveninghecrossedthehighestpasshehadmettillthen——ithadbeenatwo-day’sclimb——andcameoutonalineofsnow-peaksthatbandedallthehorizon——mountainsfromfifteentotwentythousandfeethigh，lookingalmostnearenoughtohitwithastone，thoughtheywerefiftyorsixtymilesaway。Thepasswascrownedwithdense，darkforest——deodar，walnut，wildcherry，wildolive，andwildpear，butmostlydeodar，whichistheHimalayancedar；andundertheshadowofthedeodarsstoodadesertedshrinetoKali——whoisDurga，whoisSitala，whoissometimesworshippedagainstthesmallpox。
　　PurunDasssweptthestonefloorclean，smiledatthegrinningstatue，madehimselfalittlemudfireplaceatthebackoftheshrine，spreadhisantelopeskinonabedoffreshpine-needles，tuckedhisbairagi——hisbrass-handledcrutch——underhisarmpit，andsatdowntorest。
　　Immediatelybelowhimthehillsidefellaway，cleanandclearedforfifteenhundredfeet，wherealittlevillageofstone-walledhouses，withroofsofbeatenearth，clungtothesteeptilt。
　　Allrounditthetinyterracedfieldslayoutlikeapronsofpatchworkonthekneesofthemountain，andcowsnobiggerthanbeetlesgrazedbetweenthesmoothstonecirclesofthethreshing-floors。Lookingacrossthevalley，theeyewasdeceivedbythesizeofthings，andcouldnotatfirstrealisethatwhatseemedtobelowscrub，ontheoppositemountain-
　　flank，wasintruthaforestofhundred-footpines。PurunBhagatsawaneagleswoopacrossthegigantichollow，butthegreatbirddwindledtoadotereitwashalf-wayover。Afewbandsofscatteredcloudsstrungupanddownthevalley，catchingonashoulderofthehills，orrisingupanddyingoutwhentheywerelevelwiththeheadofthepass。And"HereshallIfindpeace，"
　　saidPurunBhagat。
　　Now，aHill-manmakesnothingofafewhundredfeetupordown，andassoonasthevillagerssawthesmokeinthedesertedshrine，thevillagepriestclimbeduptheterracedhillsidetowelcomethestranger。
　　WhenhemetPurunBhagat’seyes——theeyesofamanusedtocontrolthousands——hebowedtotheearth，tookthebegging-bowlwithoutaword，andreturnedtothevillage，saying，"Wehaveatlastaholyman。NeverhaveIseensuchaman。HeisofthePlains——butpale-coloured——aBrahminoftheBrahmins。"Thenallthehousewivesofthevillagesaid，"Thinkyouhewillstaywithus？"andeachdidherbesttocookthemostsavourymealfortheBhagat。Hill-foodisverysimple，butwithbuckwheatandIndiancorn，andriceandredpepper，andlittlefishoutofthestreaminthevalley，andhoneyfromtheflue-likehivesbuiltinthestonewalls，anddriedapricots，andturmeric，andwildginger，andbannocksofflour，adevoutwomancanmakegoodthings，anditwasafullbowlthatthepriestcarriedtotheBhagat。Washegoingtostay？askedthepriest。Wouldheneedachela——
　　adisciple——tobegforhim？Hadheablanketagainstthecoldweather？Wasthefoodgood？
　　PurunBhagatate，andthankedthegiver。Itwasinhismindtostay。Thatwassufficient，saidthepriest。Letthebegging-bowlbeplacedoutsidetheshrine，inthehollowmadebythosetwotwistedroots，anddailyshouldtheBhagatbefed；forthevillagefelthonouredthatsuchaman——helookedtimidlyintotheBhagat’sface——shouldtarryamongthem。
　　ThatdaysawtheendofPurunBhagat’swanderings。Hehadcometotheplaceappointedforhim——thesilenceandthespace。Afterthis，timestopped，andhe，sittingatthemouthoftheshrine，couldnottellwhetherhewerealiveordead；amanwithcontrolofhislimbs，orapartofthehills，andtheclouds，andtheshiftingrainandsunlight。HewouldrepeataNamesoftlytohimselfahundredhundredtimes，till，ateachrepetition，heseemedtomovemoreandmoreoutofhisbody，sweepinguptothedoorsofsometremendousdiscovery；but，justasthedoorwasopening，hisbodywoulddraghimback，and，withgrief，hefelthewaslockedupagaininthefleshandbonesofPurunBhagat。
　　Everymorningthefilledbegging-bowlwaslaidsilentlyinthecrutchoftherootsoutsidetheshrine。Sometimesthepriestbroughtit；sometimesaLadakhitrader，lodginginthevillage，andanxioustogetmerit，trudgedupthepath；but，moreoften，itwasthewomanwhohadcookedthemealovernight；andshewouldmurmur，hardlyaboveherbreath。"Speakformebeforethegods，Bhagat。Speakforsuchaone，thewifeofso-and-so！"
　　Nowandthensomeboldchildwouldbeallowedthehonour，andPurunBhagatwouldhearhimdropthebowlandrunasfastashislittlelegscouldcarryhim，buttheBhagatnevercamedowntothevillage。Itwaslaidoutlikeamapathisfeet。Hecouldseetheeveninggatherings，heldonthecircleofthethreshing-
　　floors，becausethatwastheonlylevelground；couldseethewonderfulunnamedgreenoftheyoungrice，theindigobluesoftheIndiancorn，thedock-likepatchesofbuckwheat，and，initsseason，theredbloomoftheamaranth，whosetinyseeds，beingneithergrainnorpulse，makeafoodthatcanbelawfullyeatenbyHindusintimeoffasts。
　　Whentheyearturned，theroofsofthehutswerealllittlesquaresofpurestgold，foritwasontheroofsthattheylaidouttheircobsofthecorntodry。Hivingandharvest，rice-sowingandhusking，passedbeforehiseyes，allembroidereddownthereonthemany-sidedplotsoffields，andhethoughtofthemall，andwonderedwhattheyallledtoatthelonglast。
　　EveninpopulatedIndiaamancannotadaysitstillbeforethewildthingsrunoverhimasthoughhewerearock；andinthatwildernessverysoonthewildthings，whoknewKali’sShrinewell，camebacktolookattheintruder。Thelangurs，thebiggray-whiskeredmonkeysoftheHimalayas，were，naturally，thefirst，fortheyarealivewithcuriosity；andwhentheyhadupsetthebegging-bowl，androlleditroundthefloor，andtriedtheirteethonthebrass-handledcrutch，andmadefacesattheantelopeskin，theydecidedthatthehumanbeingwhosatsostillwasharmless。Atevening，theywouldleapdownfromthepines，andbegwiththeirhandsforthingstoeat，andthenswingoffingracefulcurves。Theylikedthewarmthofthefire，too，andhuddledroundittillPurunBhagathadtopushthemasidetothrowonmorefuel；andinthemorning，asoftenasnot，hewouldfindafurryapesharinghisblanket。
　　Alldaylong，oneorotherofthetribewouldsitbyhisside，staringoutatthesnows，crooningandlookingunspeakablywiseandsorrowful。
　　Afterthemonkeyscamethebarasingh，thatbigdeerwhichislikeourreddeer，butstronger。HewishedtoruboffthevelvetofhishornsagainstthecoldstonesofKali’sstatue，andstampedhisfeetwhenhesawthemanattheshrine。ButPurunBhagatnevermoved，and，littlebylittle，theroyalstagedgedupandnuzzledhisshoulder。PurunBhagatslidonecoolhandalongthehotantlers，andthetouchsoothedthefrettedbeast，whobowedhishead，andPurunBhagatverysoftlyrubbedandravelledoffthevelvet。Afterward，thebarasinghbroughthisdoeandfawn——gentlethingsthatmumbledontheholyman’sblanket——orwouldcomealoneatnight，hiseyesgreeninthefire-flicker，totakehisshareoffreshwalnuts。Atlast，themusk-deer，theshyestandalmostthesmallestofthedeerlets，came，too，herbigrabbityearserect；evenbrindled，silentmushick-nabhamustneedsfindoutwhatthelightintheshrinemeant，anddropouthermoose-likenoseintoPurunBhagat’slap，comingandgoingwiththeshadowsofthefire。PurunBhagatcalledthemall"mybrothers，"andhislowcallof"Bhai！Bhai！"
　　woulddrawthemfromtheforestatnooniftheywerewithinearshot。TheHimalayanblackbear，moodyandsuspicious——Sona，whohastheV-shapedwhitemarkunderhischin——passedthatwaymorethanonce；andsincetheBhagatshowednofear，Sonashowednoanger，butwatchedhim，andcamecloser，andbeggedashareofthecaresses，andadoleofbreadorwildberries。Often，inthestilldawns，whentheBhagatwouldclimbtotheverycrestofthepasstowatchthereddaywalkingalongthepeaksofthesnows，hewouldfindSonashufflingandgruntingathisheels，thrusting，acuriousfore-pawunderfallentrunks，andbringingitawaywithaWHOOFofimpatience；orhisearlystepswouldwakeSonawherehelaycurledup，andthegreatbrute，risingerect，wouldthinktofight，tillheheardtheBhagat’svoiceandknewhisbestfriend。
　　Nearlyallhermitsandholymenwholiveapartfromthebigcitieshavethereputationofbeingabletoworkmiracleswiththewildthings，butallthemiracleliesinkeepingstill，innevermakingahastymovement，and，foralongtime，atleast，inneverlookingdirectlyatavisitor。Thevillagerssawtheoutlineofthebarasinghstalkinglikeashadowthroughthedarkforestbehindtheshrine；sawtheminaul，theHimalayanpheasant，blazinginherbestcoloursbeforeKali’sstatue；
　　andthelangursontheirhaunches，inside，playingwiththewalnutshells。Someofthechildren，too，hadheardSonasingingtohimself，bear-fashion，behindthefallenrocks，andtheBhagat’sreputationasmiracle-workerstoodfirm。
　　Yetnothingwasfartherfromhismindthanmiracles。HebelievedthatallthingswereonebigMiracle，andwhenamanknowsthatmuchheknowssomethingtogoupon。Heknewforacertaintythattherewasnothinggreatandnothinglittleinthisworld：anddayandnighthestrovetothinkouthiswayintotheheartofthings，backtotheplacewhencehissoulhadcome。
　　Sothinking，hisuntrimmedhairfelldownabouthisshoulders，thestoneslabatthesideoftheantelopeskinwasdentedintoalittleholebythefootofhisbrass-handledcrutch，andtheplacebetweenthetree-trunks，wherethebegging-bowlresteddayafterday，sunkandworeintoahollowalmostassmoothasthebrownshellitself；andeachbeastknewhisexactplaceatthefire。Thefieldschangedtheircolourswiththeseasons；thethreshing-floorsfilledandemptied，andfilledagainandagain；
　　andagainandagain，whenwintercame，thelangursfriskedamongthebranchesfeatheredwithlightsnow，tillthemother-monkeysbroughttheirsad-eyedlittlebabiesupfromthewarmervalleyswiththespring。Therewerefewchangesinthevillage。Thepriestwasolder，andmanyofthelittlechildrenwhousedtocomewiththebegging-dishsenttheirownchildrennow；andwhenyouaskedofthevillagershowlongtheirholymanhadlivedinKali’sShrineattheheadofthepass，theyanswered，"Always。"
　　ThencamesuchsummerrainsashadnotbeenknownintheHillsformanyseasons。Throughthreegoodmonthsthevalleywaswrappedincloudandsoakingmist——steady，unrelentingdownfall，breakingoffintothunder-showerafterthunder-shower。Kali’sShrinestoodabovetheclouds，forthemostpart，andtherewasawholemonthinwhichtheBhagatnevercaughtaglimpseofhisvillage。Itwaspackedawayunderawhitefloorofcloudthatswayedandshiftedandrolledonitselfandbulgedupward，butneverbrokefromitspiers——thestreamingflanksofthevalley。
　　Allthattimeheheardnothingbutthesoundofamillionlittlewaters，overheadfromthetrees，andunderfootalongtheground，soakingthroughthepine-needles，drippingfromthetonguesofdraggledfern，andspoutinginnewly-tornmuddychannelsdowntheslopes。Thenthesuncameout，anddrewforththegoodincenseofthedeodarsandtherhododendrons，andthatfar-off，cleansmellwhichtheHillpeoplecall"thesmellofthesnows。"
　　Thehotsunshinelastedforaweek，andthentherainsgatheredtogetherfortheirlastdownpour，andthewaterfellinsheetsthatflayedofftheskinofthegroundandleapedbackinmud。
　　PurunBhagatheapedhisfirehighthatnight，forhewassurehisbrotherswouldneedwarmth；butneverabeastcametotheshrine，thoughhecalledandcalledtillhedroppedasleep，wonderingwhathadhappenedinthewoods。
　　Itwasintheblackheartofthenight，theraindrumminglikeathousanddrums，thathewasrousedbyapluckingathisblanket，and，stretchingout，feltthelittlehandofalangur。"Itisbetterherethaninthetrees，"hesaidsleepily，looseningafoldofblanket；"takeitandbewarm。"Themonkeycaughthishandandpulledhard。"Isitfood，then？"saidPurunBhagat。
　　"Waitawhile，andIwillpreparesome。"Ashekneeledtothrowfuelonthefirethelangurrantothedooroftheshrine，croonedandranbackagain，pluckingattheman’sknee。
　　"Whatisit？Whatisthytrouble，Brother？"saidPurunBhagat，forthelangur’seyeswerefullofthingsthathecouldnottell。"Unlessoneofthycastebeinatrap——andnonesettrapshere——Iwillnotgointothatweather。Look，Brother，eventhebarasinghcomesforshelter！"
　　Thedeer’santlersclashedashestrodeintotheshrine，clashedagainstthegrinningstatueofKali。HeloweredtheminPurunBhagat’sdirectionandstampeduneasily，hissingthroughhishalf-shutnostrils。
　　"Hai！Hai！Hai！"saidtheBhagat，snappinghisfingers，"IsTHIS
　　paymentforanight’slodging？"Butthedeerpushedhimtowardthedoor，andashedidsoPurunBhagatheardthesoundofsomethingopeningwithasigh，andsawtwoslabsofthefloordrawawayfromeachother，whilethestickyearthbelowsmackeditslips。
　　"NowIsee，"saidPurunBhagat。"Noblametomybrothersthattheydidnotsitbythefireto-night。Themountainisfalling。
　　Andyet——whyshouldIgo？"Hiseyefellontheemptybegging-
　　bowl，andhisfacechanged。"Theyhavegivenmegoodfooddailysince——sinceIcame，and，ifIamnotswift，to-morrowtherewillnotbeonemouthinthevalley。Indeed，Imustgoandwarnthembelow。Backthere，Brother！Letmegettothefire。"
　　ThebarasinghbackedunwillinglyasPurunBhagatdroveapinetorchdeepintotheflame，twirlingittillitwaswelllit。
　　"Ah！yecametowarnme，"hesaid，rising。"Betterthanthatweshalldo；betterthanthat。Out，now，andlendmethyneck，Brother，forIhavebuttwofeet。"
　　Heclutchedthebristlingwithersofthebarasinghwithhisrighthand，heldthetorchawaywithhisleft，andsteppedoutoftheshrineintothedesperatenight。Therewasnobreathofwind，buttherainnearlydrownedtheflareasthegreatdeerhurrieddowntheslope，slidingonhishaunches。AssoonastheywereclearoftheforestmoreoftheBhagat’sbrothersjoinedthem。Heheard，thoughhecouldnotsee，thelangurspressingabouthim，andbehindthemtheuhh！uhh！ofSona。Therainmattedhislongwhitehairintoropes；thewatersplashedbeneathhisbarefeet，andhisyellowrobeclungtohisfrailoldbody，buthesteppeddownsteadily，leaningagainstthebarasingh。Hewasnolongeraholyman，butSirPurunDass，K。C。I。E。，PrimeMinisterofnosmallState，amanaccustomedtocommand，goingouttosavelife。Downthesteep，plashypaththeypouredalltogether，theBhagatandhisbrothers，downanddowntillthedeer’sfeetclickedandstumbledonthewallofathreshing-floor，andhesnortedbecausehesmeltMan。Nowtheywereattheheadoftheonecrookedvillagestreet，andtheBhagatbeatwithhiscrutchonthebarredwindowsoftheblacksmith’shouse，ashistorchblazedupintheshelteroftheeaves。"Upandout！"criedPurunBhagat；andhedidnotknowhisownvoice，foritwasyearssincehehadspokenaloudtoaman。"Thehillfalls！Thehillisfalling！Upandout，oh，youwithin！"
　　"ItisourBhagat，"saidtheblacksmith’swife。Hestandsamonghisbeasts。Gatherthelittleonesandgivethecall。"
　　Itranfromhousetohouse，whilethebeasts，crampedinthenarrowway，surgedandhuddledroundtheBhagat，andSonapuffedimpatiently。
　　Thepeoplehurriedintothestreet——theywerenomorethanseventysoulsalltold——andintheglareofthetorchestheysawtheirBhagatholdingbacktheterrifiedbarasingh，whilethemonkeyspluckedpiteouslyathisskirts，andSonasatonhishaunchesandroared。
　　"Acrossthevalleyandupthenexthill！"shoutedPurunBhagat。
　　"Leavenonebehind！Wefollow！"
　　ThenthepeopleranasonlyHillfolkcanrun，fortheyknewthatinalandslipyoumustclimbforthehighestgroundacrossthevalley。Theyfled，splashingthroughthelittleriveratthebottom，andpanteduptheterracedfieldsonthefarside，whiletheBhagatandhisbrethrenfollowed。Upanduptheoppositemountaintheyclimbed，callingtoeachotherbyname——
　　theroll-callofthevillage——andattheirheelstoiledthebigbarasingh，weightedbythefailingstrengthofPurunBhagat。
　　Atlastthedeerstoppedintheshadowofadeeppinewood，fivehundredfeetupthehillside。Hisinstinct，thathadwarnedhimofthecomingslide，toldhimhewouldhesafehere。
　　PurunBhagatdroppedfaintingbyhisside，forthechilloftherainandthatfierceclimbwerekillinghim；butfirsthecalledtothescatteredtorchesahead，"Stayandcountyournumbers"；
　　then，whisperingtothedeerashesawthelightsgatherinacluster："Staywithme，Brother。Stay——till——I——go！"
　　Therewasasighintheairthatgrewtoamutter，andamutterthatgrewtoaroar，andaroarthatpassedallsenseofhearing，andthehillsideonwhichthevillagersstoodwashitinthedarkness，androckedtotheblow。Thenanoteassteady，deep，andtrueasthedeepCoftheorgandrownedeverythingforperhapsfiveminutes，whiletheveryrootsofthepinesquiveredtoit。Itdiedaway，andthesoundoftherainfallingonmilesofhardgroundandgrasschangedtothemuffleddrumofwateronsoftearth。Thattolditsowntale。
　　Neveravillager——noteventhepriest——wasboldenoughtospeaktotheBhagatwhohadsavedtheirlives。Theycrouchedunderthepinesandwaitedtilltheday。Whenitcametheylookedacrossthevalleyandsawthatwhathadbeenforest，andterracedfield，andtrack-threadedgrazing-groundwasoneraw，red，fan-shapedsmear，withafewtreesflunghead-downonthescarp。
　　Thatredranhighupthehilloftheirrefuge，dammingbackthelittleriver，whichhadbeguntospreadintoabrick-colouredlake。Ofthevillage，oftheroadtotheshrine，oftheshrineitself，andtheforestbehind，therewasnotrace。Foronemileinwidthandtwothousandfeetinsheerdepththemountain-sidehadcomeawaybodily，planedcleanfromheadtoheel。
　　Andthevillagers，onebyone，creptthroughthewoodtopraybeforetheirBhagat。Theysawthebarasinghstandingoverhim，whofledwhentheycamenear，andtheyheardthelangurswailinginthebranches，andSonamoaningupthehill；buttheirBhagatwasdead，sittingcross-legged，hisbackagainstatree，hiscrutchunderhisarmpit，andhisfaceturnedtothenorth-east。
　　Thepriestsaid："Beholdamiracleafteramiracle，forinthisveryattitudemustallSunnyasisbeburied！Thereforewherehenowiswewillbuildthetempletoourholyman。"
　　Theybuiltthetemplebeforeayearwasended——alittlestone-
　　and-earthshrine——andtheycalledthehilltheBhagat’shill，andtheyworshiptherewithlightsandflowersandofferingstothisday。ButtheydonotknowthatthesaintoftheirworshipisthelateSirPurunDass，K。C。I。E。，D。C。L。，Ph。D。，etc。，oncePrimeMinisteroftheprogressiveandenlightenedStateofMohiniwala，andhonoraryorcorrespondingmemberofmorelearnedandscientificsocietiesthanwilleverdoanygoodinthisworldorthenext。
　　ASONGOFKABIR
　　Oh，lightwastheworldthatheweighedinhishands！
　　Oh，heavythetaleofhisfiefsandhislands！
　　Hehasgonefromtheguddeeandputontheshroud，Anddepartedinguiseofbairagiavowed！
　　NowthewhiteroadtoDelhiismatforhisfeet，Thesalandthekikarmustguardhimfromheat；
　　Hishomeisthecamp，andthewaste，andthecrowd——
　　HeisseekingtheWayasbairagiavowed！
　　HehaslookeduponMan，andhiseyeballsareclear（TherewasOne；thereisOne，andbutOne，saithKabir）；
　　TheRedMistofDoinghasthinnedtoacloud——
　　HehastakenthePathforbairagiavowed！
　　Tolearnanddiscernofhisbrothertheclod，Ofhisbrotherthebrute，andhisbrothertheGod。
　　Hehasgonefromthecouncilandputontheshroud（"Canyehear？"saithKabir），abairagiavowed！
　　LETTINGINTHEJUNGLE
　　Veilthem，coverthem，wallthemround——
　　Blossom，andcreeper，andweed——
　　Letusforgetthesightandthesound，Thesmellandthetouchofthebreed！
　　Fatblackashbythealtar-stone，Hereisthewhite-footrain，Andthedoesbringforthinthefieldsunsown，Andnoneshallaffrightthemagain；
　　Andtheblindwallscrumble，unknown，o’erthrownAndnoneshallinhabitagain！
　　YouwillrememberthatafterMowglihadpinnedShereKhan’shidetotheCouncilRock，hetoldasmanyaswereleftoftheSeeoneePackthathenceforwardhewouldhuntintheJunglealone；andthefourchildrenofMotherandFatherWolfsaidthattheywouldhuntwithhim。Butitisnoteasytochangeone’slifeallinaminute——particularlyintheJungle。ThefirstthingMowglidid，whenthedisorderlyPackhadslunkoff，wastogotothehome-cave，andsleepforadayandanight。ThenhetoldMotherWolfandFatherWolfasmuchastheycouldunderstandofhisadventuresamongmen；andwhenhemadethemorningsunflickerupanddownthebladeofhisskinning-knife，——thesamehehadskinnedShereKhanwith，——theysaidhehadlearnedsomething。
　　ThenAkelaandGrayBrotherhadtoexplaintheirshareofthegreatbuffalo-driveintheravine，andBalootoiledupthehilltohearallaboutit，andBagheerascratchedhimselfalloverwithpuredelightatthewayinwhichMowglihadmanagedhiswar。
　　Itwaslongaftersunrise，butnoonedreamedofgoingtosleep，andfromtimetotime，duringthetalk，MotherWolfwouldthrowupherhead，andsniffadeepsnuffofsatisfactionasthewindbroughtherthesmellofthetiger-skinontheCouncilRock。
　　"ButforAkelaandGrayBrotherhere，"Mowglisaid，attheend，"Icouldhavedonenothing。Oh，mother，mother！ifthouhadstseentheblackherd-bullspourdowntheravine，orhurrythroughthegateswhentheMan-Packflungstonesatme！"
　　"IamgladIdidnotseethatlast，"saidMotherWolfstiffly。
　　"ItisnotMYcustomtosuffermycubstobedriventoandfrolikejackals。_I_wouldhavetakenapricefromtheMan-Pack；
　　butIwouldhavesparedthewomanwhogavetheethemilk。Yes，Iwouldhavesparedheralone。"
　　"Peace，peace，Raksha！"saidFatherWolf，lazily。"OurFroghascomebackagain——sowisethathisownfathermustlickhisfeet；
　　andwhatisacut，moreorless，onthehead？LeaveMenalone。
　　"BalooandBagheerabothechoed："LeaveMenalone。"
　　Mowgli，hisheadonMotherWolf’sside，smiledcontentedly，andsaidthat，forhisownpart，heneverwishedtosee，orhear，orsmellManagain。
　　"Butwhat，"saidAkela，cockingoneear——"butwhatifmendonotleavetheealone，LittleBrother？"
　　"WebeFIVE，"saidGrayBrother，lookingroundatthecompany，andsnappinghisjawsonthelastword。
　　"Wealsomightattendtothathunting，"saidBagheera，withalittleswitch-switchofhistail，lookingatBaloo。"Butwhythinkofmennow，Akela？"
　　"Forthisreason，"theLoneWolfanswered："whenthatyellowchief’shidewashungupontherock，Iwentbackalongourtrailtothevillage，steppinginmytracks，turningaside，andlyingdown，tomakeamixedtrailincaseoneshouldfollowus。
　　ButwhenIhadfouledthetrailsothatImyselfhardlyknewitagain，Mang，theBat，camehawkingbetweenthetrees，andhungupaboveme。SaidMang，"ThevillageoftheMan-Pack，wheretheycastouttheMan-cub，humslikeahornet’snest。"
　　"ItwasabigstonethatIthrew，"chuckledMowgli，whohadoftenamusedhimselfbythrowingripepaw-pawsintoahornet’snest，andracingofftothenearestpoolbeforethehornetscaughthim。
　　"IaskedofMangwhathehadseen。HesaidthattheRedFlowerblossomedatthegateofthevillage，andmensataboutitcarryingguns。Now_I_know，forIhavegoodcause，"——Akelalookeddownattheolddryscarsonhisflankandside，——"thatmendonotcarrygunsforpleasure。Presently，LittleBrother，amanwithagunfollowsourtrail——if，indeed，hebenotalreadyonit。"
　　"Butwhyshouldhe？Menhavecastmeout。Whatmoredotheyneed？"saidMowgliangrily。
　　"Thouartaman，LittleBrother，"Akelareturned。"ItisnotforUS，theFreeHunters，totelltheewhatthybrethrendo，orwhy。"
　　Hehadjusttimetosnatchuphispawastheskinning-knifecutdeepintothegroundbelow。MowglistruckquickerthananaveragehumaneyecouldfollowbutAkelawasawolf；andevenadog，whoisveryfarremovedfromthewildwolf，hisancestor，canbewakedoutofdeepsleepbyacart-wheeltouchinghisflank，andcanspringawayunharmedbeforethatwheelcomeson。
　　"Anothertime，"Mowglisaidquietly，returningtheknifetoitssheath，"speakoftheMan-PackandofMowgliinTWObreaths——
　　notone。"
　　"Phff！Thatisasharptooth，"saidAkela，snuffingattheblade’scutintheearth，"butlivingwiththeMan-Packhasspoiledthineeye，LittleBrother。Icouldhavekilledabuckwhilethouwaststriking。"
　　Bagheerasprangtohisfeet，thrustuphisheadasfarashecould，sniffed，andstiffenedthrougheverycurveinhisbody。
　　GrayBrotherfollowedhisexamplequickly，keepingalittletohislefttogetthewindthatwasblowingfromtheright，whileAkelaboundedfiftyyardsupwind，and，half-crouching，stiffenedtoo。Mowglilookedonenviously。Hecouldsmellthingsasveryfewhumanbeingscould，buthehadneverreachedthehair-trigger-likesensitivenessofaJunglenose；andhisthreemonthsinthesmokyvillagehadsethimbacksadly。However，hedampenedhisfinger，rubbeditonhisnose，andstooderecttocatchtheupperscent，which，thoughitisthefaintest，isthetruest。
　　"Man！"Akelagrowled，droppingonhishaunches。
　　"Buldeo！"saidMowgli，sittingdown。"Hefollowsourtrail，andyonderisthesunlightonhisgun。Look！"
　　Itwasnomorethanasplashofsunlight，forafractionofasecond，onthebrassclampsoftheoldTowermusket，butnothingintheJunglewinkswithjustthatflash，exceptwhenthecloudsraceoverthesky。Thenapieceofmica，oralittlepool，orevenahighly-polishedleafwillflashlikeaheliograph。Butthatdaywascloudlessandstill。
　　"Iknewmenwouldfollow，"saidAkelatriumphantly。"NotfornothinghaveIledthePack。"
　　Thefourcubssaidnothing，butrandownhillontheirbellies，meltingintothethornandunder-brushasamolemeltsintoalawn。
　　"Wheregoye，andwithoutword？"Mowglicalled。
　　"H’sh！Werollhisskullherebeforemid-day！"GrayBrotheranswered。
　　"Back！Backandwait！MandoesnoteatMan！"Mowglishrieked。
　　"Whowasawolfbutnow？WhodrovetheknifeatmeforthinkinghemightbeMan？"saidAkela，asthefourwolvesturnedbacksullenlyanddroppedtoheel。
　　"AmItogivereasonforallIchooseto，do？"saidMowglifuriously。
　　"ThatisMan！TherespeaksMan！"Bagheeramutteredunderhiswhiskers。"EvensodidmentalkroundtheKing’scagesatOodeypore。WeoftheJungleknowthatManiswisestofall。
　　Ifwetrustedourearsweshouldknowthatofallthingsheismostfoolish。"Raisinghisvoice，headded，"TheMan-cubisrightinthis。Menhuntinpacks。Tokillone，unlessweknowwhattheotherswilldo，isbadhunting。Come，letusseewhatthisManmeanstowardus。"
　　"Wewillnotcome，"GrayBrothergrowled。"Huntalone，LittleBrother。WEknowourownminds。Theskullwouldhavebeenreadytobringbynow。"
　　Mowglihadbeenlookingfromonetotheotherofhisfriends，hischestheavingandhiseyesfulloftears。Hestrodeforwardtothewolves，and，droppingononeknee，said："DoInotknowmymind？Lookatme！"
　　Theylookeduneasily，andwhentheireyeswandered，hecalledthembackagainandagain，tilltheirhairstoodupallovertheirbodies，andtheytrembledineverylimb，whileMowglistaredandstared。
　　"Now，"saidhe，"ofusfive，whichisleader？"
　　"Thouartleader，LittleBrother，"saidGrayBrother，andhelickedMowgli’sfoot。
　　"Follow，then，"saidMowgli，andthefourfollowedathisheelswiththeirtailsbetweentheirlegs。
　　"ThiscomesoflivingwiththeMan-Pack，"saidBagheera，slippingdownafterthem。"ThereismoreintheJunglenowthanJungleLaw，Baloo。"
　　Theoldbearsaidnothing，buthethoughtmanythings。
　　MowglicutacrossnoiselesslythroughtheJungle，atrightanglestoBuldeo’spath，till，partingtheundergrowth，hesawtheoldman，hismusketonhisshoulder，runningupthetrailofovernightatadog-trot。
　　YouwillrememberthatMowglihadleftthevillagewiththeheavyweightofShereKhan’srawhideonhisshoulders，whileAkelaandGrayBrothertrottedbehind，sothatthetripletrailwasveryclearlymarked。PresentlyBuldeocametowhereAkela，asyouknow，hadgonebackandmixeditallup。Thenhesatdown，andcoughedandgrunted，andmadelittlecastsroundandaboutintotheJungletopickitupagain，and，allthetimehecouldhavethrownastoneoverthosewhowerewatchinghim。
　　Noonecanbesosilentasawolfwhenhedoesnotcaretobeheard；andMowgli，thoughthewolvesthoughthemovedveryclumsily，couldcomeandgolikeashadow。Theyringedtheoldmanasaschoolofporpoisesringasteameratfullspeed，andastheyringedhimtheytalkedunconcernedly，fortheirspeechbeganbelowthelowestendofthescalethatuntrainedhumanbeingscanhear。[TheotherendisboundedbythehighsqueakofMang，theBat，whichverymanypeoplecannotcatchatall。Fromthatnoteallthebirdandbatandinsecttalktakeson。]
　　"Thisisbetterthananykill，"saidGrayBrother，asBuldeostoopedandpeeredandpuffed。"HelookslikealostpigintheJunglesbytheriver。Whatdoeshesay？"Buldeowasmutteringsavagely。
　　Mowglitranslated。"Hesaysthatpacksofwolvesmusthavedancedroundme。Hesaysthatheneversawsuchatrailinhislife。Hesaysheistired。"
　　"Hewillberestedbeforehepicksitupagain，"saidBagheeracoolly，asheslippedroundatree-trunk，inthegameofblindman’s-buffthattheywereplaying。"NOW，whatdoestheleanthingdo？"
　　"Eatorblowsmokeoutofhismouth。Menalwaysplaywiththeirmouths，"saidMowgli；andthesilenttrailerssawtheoldmanfillandlightandpuffatawater-pipe，andtheytookgoodnoteofthesmellofthetobacco，soastobesureofBuldeointhedarkestnight，ifnecessary。
　　Thenalittleknotofcharcoal-burnerscamedownthepath，andnaturallyhaltedtospeaktoBuldeo，whosefameasahunterreachedforatleasttwentymilesround。Theyallsatdownandsmoked，andBagheeraandtheotherscameupandwatchedwhileBuldeobegantotellthestoryofMowgli，theDevil-child，fromoneendtoanother，withadditionsandinventions。HowhehimselfhadreallykilledShereKhan；andhowMowglihadturnedhimselfintoawolf，andfoughtwithhimalltheafternoon，andchangedintoaboyagainandbewitchedBuldeo’srifle，sothatthebulletturnedthecorner，whenhepointeditatMowgli，andkilledoneofBuldeo’sownbuffaloes；andhowthevillage，knowinghimtobethebravesthunterinSeeonee，hadsenthimouttokillthisDevil-child。ButmeantimethevillagehadgotholdofMessuaandherhusband，whowereundoubtedlythefatherandmotherofthisDevil-child，andhadbarricadedthemintheirownhut，andpresentlywouldtorturethemtomakethemconfesstheywerewitchandwizard，andthentheywouldbeburnedtodeath。
　　"When？"saidthecharcoal-burners，becausetheywouldverymuchliketobepresentattheceremony。
　　Buldeosaidthatnothingwouldbedonetillhereturned，becausethevillagewishedhimtokilltheJungleBoyfirst。
　　AfterthattheywoulddisposeofMessuaandherhusband，anddividetheirlandsandbuffaloesamongthevillage。Messua’shusbandhadsomeremarkablyfinebuffaloes，too。Itwasanexcellentthingtodestroywizards，Buldeothought；andpeoplewhoentertainedWolf-childrenoutoftheJunglewereclearlytheworstkindofwitches。
　　But，saidthecharcoal-burners，whatwouldhappeniftheEnglishheardofit？TheEnglish，theyhadheard，wereaperfectlymadpeople，whowouldnotlethonestfarmerskillwitchesinpeace。
　　Why，saidBuldeo，thehead-manofthevillagewouldreportthatMessuaandherhusbandhaddiedofsnake-bite。THATwasallarranged，andtheonlythingnowwastokilltheWolf-child。
　　Theydidnothappentohaveseenanythingofsuchacreature？
　　Thecharcoal-burnerslookedroundcautiously，andthankedtheirstarstheyhadnot；buttheyhadnodoubtthatsobraveamanasBuldeowouldfindhimifanyonecould。Thesunwasgettingratherlow，andtheyhadanideathattheywouldpushontoBuldeo’svillageandseethatwickedwitch。Buldeosaidthat，thoughitwashisdutytokilltheDevil-child，hecouldnotthinkoflettingapartyofunarmedmengothroughtheJungle，whichmightproducetheWolf-demonatanyminute，withouthisescort。He，therefore，wouldaccompanythem，andifthesorcerer’schildappeared——well，hewouldshowthemhowthebesthunterinSeeoneedealtwithsuchthings。TheBrahmin，hesaid，hadgivenhimacharmagainstthecreaturethatmadeeverythingperfectlysafe。
　　"Whatsayshe？Whatsayshe？Whatsayshe？"thewolvesrepeatedeveryfewminutes；andMowglitranslateduntilhecametothewitchpartofthestory，whichwasalittlebeyondhim，andthenhesaidthatthemanandwomanwhohadbeensokindtohimweretrapped。
　　"DoesMantrapMan？"saidBagheera。
　　"Sohesays。Icannotunderstandthetalk。Theyareallmadtogether。WhathaveMessuaandhermantodowithmethattheyshouldbeputinatrap；andwhatisallthistalkabouttheRedFlower？Imustlooktothis。WhatevertheywoulddotoMessuatheywillnotdotillBuldeoreturns。Andso————"Mowglithoughthard，withhisfingersplayingroundthehaftoftheskinning-knife，whileBuldeoandthecharcoal-burnerswentoffveryvaliantlyinsinglefile。
　　"Igohot-footbacktotheMan-Pack，"Mowglisaidatlast。
　　"Andthose？"saidGrayBrother，lookinghungrilyafterthebrownbacksofthecharcoal-burners。
　　"Singthemhome，"saidMowgli，withagrin；Idonotwishthemtobeatthevillagegatestillitisdark。Canyeholdthem？"
　　GrayBrotherbaredhiswhiteteethincontempt。Wecanheadthemroundandroundincirclesliketetheredgoats——ifIknowMan。"
　　"ThatIdonotneed。Singtothemalittle，lesttheybelonelyontheroad，and，GrayBrother，thesongneednotbeofthesweetest。Gowiththem，Bagheera，andhelpmakethatsong。
　　Whennightisshutdown，meetmebythevillage——GrayBrotherknowstheplace。"
　　"ItisnolighthuntingtoworkforaMan-cub。WhenshallI
　　sleep？"saidBagheera，yawning，thoughhiseyesshowedthathewasdelightedwiththeamusement。"Metosingtonakedmen！
　　Butletustry。"
　　Heloweredhisheadsothatthesoundwouldtravel，andcriedalong，long，"Goodhunting"——amidnightcallintheafternoon，whichwasquiteawfulenoughtobeginwith。Mowglihearditrumble，andrise，andfall，anddieoffinacreepysortofwhinebehindhim，andlaughedtohimselfasheranthroughtheJungle。Hecouldseethecharcoal-burnershuddledinaknot；oldBuldeo’sgun-barrelwaving，likeabanana-leaf，toeverypointofthecompassatonce。ThenGrayBrothergavetheYa-la-hi！
　　Yalaha！callforthebuck-driving，whenthePackdrivesthenilghai，thebigbluecow，beforethem，anditseemedtocomefromtheveryendsoftheearth，nearer，andnearer，andnearer，tillitendedinashrieksnappedoffshort。Theotherthreeanswered，tillevenMowglicouldhavevowedthatthefullPackwasinfullcry，andthentheyallbrokeintothemagnificentMorning-songintheJungle，witheveryturn，andflourish，andgrace-notethatadeep-mouthedwolfofthePackknows。Thisisaroughrenderingofthesong，butyoumustimaginewhatitsoundslikewhenitbreakstheafternoonhushoftheJungle：——
　　OnemomentpastourbodiescastNoshadowontheplain；
　　Nowclearandblacktheystrideourtrack，Andwerunhomeagain。
　　Inmorninghush，eachrockandbushStandshard，andhigh，andraw：
　　ThengivetheCall："GoodresttoallThatkeepTheJungleLaw！"
　　NowhornandpeltourpeoplesmeltIncoverttoabide；
　　Now，crouchedandstill，tocaveandhillOurJungleBaronsglide。
　　Now，starkandplain，Man’soxenstrain，Thatdrawthenew-yokedplough；
　　Now，strippedanddread，thedawnisredAbovethelittalao。
　　Ho！Gettolair！Thesun’saflareBehindthebreathinggrass：
　　AndcrackingthroughtheyoungbambooThewarningwhisperspass。
　　Bydaymadestrange，thewoodswerangeWithblinkingeyeswescan；
　　Whiledowntheskiesthewildduckcries"TheDay——theDaytoMan！"
　　ThedewisdriedthatdrenchedourhideOrwashedaboutourway；
　　Andwherewedrank，thepuddledbankIscrispingintoclay。
　　ThetraitorDarkgivesupeachmarkOfstretchedorhoodedclaw；
　　ThenheartheCall："GoodresttoallThatkeeptheJungleLaw！"
　　Butnotranslationcangivetheeffectofit，ortheyelpingscorntheFourthrewintoeverywordofit，astheyheardthetreescrashwhenthemenhastilyclimbedupintothebranches，andBuldeobeganrepeatingincantationsandcharms。Thentheylaydownandslept，for，likeallwholivebytheirownexertions，theywereofamethodicalcastofmind；andnoonecanworkwellwithoutsleep。
　　Meantime，Mowgliwasputtingthemilesbehindhim，ninetothehour，swingingon，delightedtofindhimselfsofitafterallhiscrampedmonthsamongmen。TheoneideainhisheadwastogetMessuaandherhusbandoutofthetrap，whateveritwas；
　　forhehadanaturalmistrustoftraps。Lateron，hepromisedhimself，hewouldpayhisdebtstothevillageatlarge。
　　Itwasattwilightwhenhesawthewell-rememberedgrazing-
　　grounds，andthedhak-treewhereGrayBrotherhadwaitedforhimonthemorningthathekilledShereKhan。AngryashewasatthewholebreedandcommunityofMan，somethingjumpedupinhisthroatandmadehimcatchhisbreathwhenhelookedatthevillageroofs。Henoticedthateveryonehadcomeinfromthefieldsunusuallyearly，andthat，insteadofgettingtotheireveningcooking，theygatheredinacrowdunderthevillagetree，andchattered，andshouted。
　　"Menmustalwayshemakingtrapsformen，ortheyarenotcontent，"saidMowgli。"LastnightitwasMowgli——butthatnightseemsmanyRainsago。To-nightitisMessuaandherman。
　　To-morrow，andforverymanynightsafter，itwillbeMowgli’sturnagain。"
　　HecreptalongoutsidethewalltillhecametoMessua’shut，andlookedthroughthewindowintotheroom。TherelayMessua，gagged，andboundhandandfoot，breathinghard，andgroaning：
　　herhusbandwastiedtothegaily-paintedbedstead。Thedoorofthehutthatopenedintothestreetwasshutfast，andthreeorfourpeopleweresittingwiththeirbackstoit。
　　Mowgliknewthemannersandcustomsofthevillagersveryfairly。Hearguedthatsolongastheycouldeat，andtalk，andsmoke，theywouldnotdoanythingelse；butassoonastheyhadfedtheywouldbegintobedangerous。Buldeowouldbecominginbeforelong，andifhisescorthaddoneitsduty，Buldeowouldhaveaveryinterestingtaletotell。Sohewentinthroughthewindow，and，stoopingoverthemanandthewoman，cuttheirthongs，pullingoutthegags，andlookedroundthehutforsomemilk。
　　Messuawashalfwildwithpainandfear（shehadbeenbeatenandstonedallthemorning），andMowgliputhishandoverhermouthjustintimetostopascream。Herhusbandwasonlybewilderedandangry，andsatpickingdustandthingsoutofhistornbeard。
　　"Iknew——Iknewhewouldcome，"Messuasobbedatlast。"NowdoIKNOWthatheismyson！"andshehuggedMowglitoherheart。
　　UptothattimeMowglihadbeenperfectlysteady，butnowhebegantotrembleallover，andthatsurprisedhimimmensely。
　　"Whyarethesethongs？Whyhavetheytiedthee？"heasked，afterapause。
　　"Tobeputtothedeathformakingasonofthee——whatelse？"
　　saidthemansullenly。"Look！Ibleed。"
　　Messuasaidnothing，butitwasatherwoundsthatMowglilooked，andtheyheardhimgrithisteethwhenhesawtheblood。
　　"Whoseworkisthis？"saidhe。"Thereisapricetopay。"
　　"Theworkofallthevillage。Iwastoorich。Ihadtoomanycattle。THEREFOREsheandIarewitches，becausewegavetheeshelter。"
　　"Idonotunderstand。LetMessuatellthetale。"
　　"Igavetheemilk，Nathoo；dostthouremember？"Messuasaidtimidly。"Becausethouwastmyson，whomthetigertook，andbecauseIlovedtheeverydearly。TheysaidthatIwasthymother，themotherofadevil，andthereforeworthyofdeath。"
　　"Andwhatisadevil？"saidMowgli。"DeathIhaveseen。"
　　Themanlookedupgloomily，butMessualaughed。"See！"shesaidtoherhusband，"Iknew——Isaidthathewasnosorcerer。Heismyson——myson！"
　　"Sonorsorcerer，whatgoodwillthatdous？"themananswered。
　　"Webeasdeadalready。"
　　"YonderistheroadtotheJungle"——Mowglipointedthroughthewindow。"Yourhandsandfeetarefree。Gonow。"
　　"WedonotknowtheJungle，myson，as——asthouknowest，"Messuabegan。"IdonotthinkthatIcouldwalkfar。"
　　"Andthemenandwomenwouldheuponourbacksanddragushereagain，"saidthehusband。
　　"H’m！"saidMowgli，andhetickledthepalmofhishandwiththetipofhisskinning-knife；"Ihavenowishtodoharmtoanyoneofthisvillage——YET。ButIdonotthinktheywillstaythee。
　　Inalittlewhiletheywillhavemuchelsetothinkupon。Ah！"
　　heliftedhisheadandlistenedtoshoutingandtramplingoutside。"SotheyhaveletBuldeocomehomeatlast？"
　　"Hewassentoutthismorningtokillthee，"Messuacried。
　　"Didstthoumeethim？"
　　"Yes——we——Imethim。Hehasataletotellandwhileheistellingitthereistimetodomuch。ButfirstIwilllearnwhattheymean。Thinkwhereyewouldgo，andtellmewhenIcomeback。"
　　Heboundedthroughthewindowandranalongagainoutsidethewallofthevillagetillhecamewithinear-shotofthecrowdroundthepeepul-tree。Buldeowaslyingontheground，coughingandgroaning，andeveryonewasaskinghimquestions。Hishairhadfallenabouthisshoulders；hishandsandlegswereskinnedfromclimbinguptrees，andhecouldhardlyspeak，buthefelttheimportanceofhispositionkeenly。Fromtimetotimehesaidsomethingaboutdevilsandsingingdevils，andmagicenchantment，justtogivethecrowdatasteofwhatwascoming。
　　Thenhecalledforwater。
　　"Bah！"saidMowgli。"Chatter——chatter！Talk，talk！Menareblood-brothersoftheBandar-log。Nowhemustwashhismouthwithwater；nowhemustblowsmoke；andwhenallthatisdonehehasstillhisstorytotell。Theyareverywisepeople——men。
　　TheywillleavenoonetoguardMessuatilltheirearsarestuffedwithBuldeo’stales。And——Igrowaslazyasthey！"
　　Heshookhimselfandglidedbacktothehut。Justashewasatthewindowhefeltatouchonhisfoot。
　　"Mother，"saidhe，forheknewthattonguewell，whatdostTHOUhere？"
　　"Iheardmychildrensingingthroughthewoods，andIfollowedtheoneIlovedbest。LittleFrog，Ihaveadesiretoseethatwomanwhogavetheemilk，"saidMotherWolf，allwetwiththedew。
　　"Theyhaveboundandmeantokillher。Ihavecutthoseties，andshegoeswithhermanthroughtheJungle。"
　　"Ialsowillfollow。Iamold，butnotyettoothless。"MotherWolfrearedherselfuponend，andlookedthroughthewindowintothedarkofthehut。
　　Inaminuteshedroppednoiselessly，andallshesaidwas：
　　"Igavetheethyfirstmilk；butBagheeraspeakstruth：
　　MangoestoManatthelast。"
　　"Maybe，"saidMowgli，withaveryunpleasantlookonhisface；
　　"butto-nightIamveryfarfromthattrail。Waithere，butdonotlethersee。"
　　"THOUwastneverafraidofME，LittleFrog，"saidMotherWolf，backingintothehighgrass，andblottingherselfout，assheknewhow。
　　"Andnow，"saidMowglicheerfully，asheswungintothehutagain，"theyareallsittingroundBuldeo，whoissayingthatwhichdidnothappen。Whenhistalkisfinished，theysaytheywillassuredlycomeherewiththeRed——withfireandburnyouboth。Andthen？"
　　"Ihavespokentomyman，"saidMessua。Khanhiwaraisthirtymilesfromhere，butatKhanhiwarawemayfindtheEnglish——"
　　"AndwhatPackarethey？"saidMowgli。
　　"Idonotknow。Theybewhite，anditissaidthattheygovernalltheland，anddonotsufferpeopletoburnorbeateachotherwithoutwitnesses。Ifwecangetthitherto-night，welive。Otherwisewedie。"
　　"Live，then。Nomanpassesthegatesto-night。ButwhatdoesHE
　　do？"Messua’shusbandwasonhishandsandkneesdigginguptheearthinonecornerofthehut。
　　"Itishislittlemoney，"saidMessua。"Wecantakenothingelse。"
　　"Ah，yes。Thestuffthatpassesfromhandtohandandnevergrowswarmer。Dotheyneeditoutsidethisplacealso？"
　　saidMowgli。
　　Themanstaredangrily。"Heisafool，andnodevil，"hemuttered。WiththemoneyIcanbuyahorse。Wearetoobruisedtowalkfar，andthevillagewillfollowusinanhour。"
　　"IsaytheywillNOTfollowtillIchoose；butahorseiswellthoughtof，forMessuaistired。"Herhusbandstoodupandknottedthelastoftherupeesintohiswaist-cloth。
　　MowglihelpedMessuathroughthewindow，andthecoolnightairrevivedher，buttheJungleinthestarlightlookedverydarkandterrible。
　　"YeknowthetrailtoKhanhiwara？"Mowgliwhispered。
　　Theynodded。