I will reap your fields before you at the hands of a host; On a headland untilled, For the Karela, the bitter Karela, I have untied against you the club-footed vines— The house-beams shall fall, ROMULUS AND REMUS OH, LITTLE did the Wolf-Child care- What city should arise and bear A shiftless, westward-wandering tramp, But when his brother leaped the Wall And slew him for its sake. Swift was the blow-swift as the thought Which showed him in that hour How unbelief may bring to naught The early steps of Power. Forseeing Time's imperilled hopes He sent his brother to the Gods, CHAPTER HEADINGS THE JUNGLE BOOKS NOW Chil the Kite brings home the night The herds are shut in byre and hut This is the hour of pride and power, Talon and tush and claw. Oh hear the call!-Good hunting all Mowgli's Brothers. His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buf falo's pride. Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide. If ye find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore; Ye need not stop work to inform us. We knew it ten seasons before. Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother, For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother. "There is none like to me!" says the Cub in the pride of his earliest kill; But the Jungle is large and the Cub he is small. Let him think and be still. Kaa's Hunting. The stream is shrunk-the pool is dry, How Fear Came. What of the hunting, hunter bold? Brother, I go to my lair to die! "Tiger-Tiger!" Veil them, cover them, wall them round- Let us forget the sight and the sound, The smell and the touch of the breed! Fat black ash by the altar-stone, Here is the white-foot rain, And the does bring forth in the fields unsown, And the blind walls crumble, unknown, o'erthrown, Letting in the Jungle. These are the Four that are never content, that have never been filled since the Dews began Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the Ape, and the Eyes of Man. The King's Ankus. For our white and our excellent nights-for the nights of swift running, Fair ranging, far-seeing, good hunting, sure cunning! For the smells of the dawning, untainted, ere dew has de parted! For the rush through the mist, and the quarry blind-started! For the cry of our mates when the sambhur has wheeled and is standing at bay! For the risk and the riot of night! For the sleep at the lair-mouth by day! It is met, and we go to the fight. Red Dog. 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,— Man goes to Man! He is weeping in the Jungle: Man goes to Man! (Oh, we loved him in the Jungle!) To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more. At the hole where he went in Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin. "Nag, come up and dance with death!" Eye to eye and head to head, (Keep the measure, Nag.) This shall end when one is dead; (At thy pleasure, Nag.) Turn for turn and twist for twist (Run and hide thee, Nag.) Hah! The hooded Death has missed! (Woe betide thee, Nag !) "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi." Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, Where billow meets billow, then soft be thy pillow; The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee, The White Seal. You mustn't swim till you're six weeks old, |