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Title: The second jungle book
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Kipling, Rudyard, 1865-1936
Subjects: Animals, Legends and stories of
Publisher: London New York : Macmillan
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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THE SPRING RUNNING Man goes to Man ! Cry the challenge through the Jungle ! He that was our Brother goes away.Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle, Answer, who shall turn him—who shall stay ? Man goes to Man ! He is weeping in the Jungle : He that was our Brother sorrows sore !Man goes to Man ! (Oh, we loved him in the Jungle !) To the Man-trail where we may not follow more. - ■^^ fri.iL second year after the great fight with Red Dogand the death of Akela,Mowgli must have beennearly seventeen years old.He looked older, for hardexercise, the best of goodeating, and baths wheneverhe felt in the least hotor dusty had given himstrength and growth farbeyond his age. He couldswing by one hand from atop branch for half an hourat a time, when he hadoccasion to look along theHe could stop a young buck in mid-
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tree-roads. THE SPRING RUNNING 209 gallop and throw him sideways by the head. Hecould even jerk over the big blue wild boars thatlived in the Marshes of the North. The JunglePeople, who used to fear him for his wits, feared himnow for his mere strength, and when he moved quietlyon his own affairs the whisper of his coming clearedthe wood paths. And yet the look in his eyes wasalways gentle. Even when he fought his eyes neverblazed as Bagheeras did. They only grew more andmore interested and excited, and that was one of thethings that Bagheera himself did not understand. He asked Mowgli about it, and the boy laughedand said, When I miss the kill I am angry. WhenI must go empty for two days I am very angry. Donot my eyes talk then ? The mouth is hungry, said Bagheera, but theeyes say nothing. Hunting, eating, or swimming, itis all one — like a stone in wet or dry weather.Mowgli looked at him lazily from under his long eye-lashes, and, as usual, the panthers head dropped.Bagheera knew

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