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Then he gave tongue: "I come from behind the rock upon my knees, dragging the thorn-pointed thing. Seeing no one, I run. I, Big Foot, run swiftly. The trail is clear. Let each follow his own. I run!" Bagheera swept on along the clearly-marked trail, and Mowgli followed the steps of the Gond. For some time there was silence in the Jungle. "Where art thou, Little Foot?" cried Bagheera.
Then WHY would they kill?" "Mowgli, go thou and sleep. Thou hast lived among men, and " "I remember. Men kill because they are not hunting; for idleness and pleasure. Wake again, Bagheera. For what use was this thorn-pointed thing made?" Bagheera half opened his eyes he was very sleepy with a malicious twinkle.
Haward laughed to himself; then, with his eyes raised to the depth on depth of blue, serene beyond the grating of thorn-pointed leaves, sent his spirit to his red brick house and silent, sunny garden, with the gate in the ivied wall, and the six steps down to the boat and the lapping water. The shadows lengthened, and a wind of the evening entered the wood.
When he waked among the very loud-voiced peoples that live in the trees, it was twilight once more, and he had been dreaming of the beautiful pebbles he had thrown away. "At least I will look at the thing again," he said, and slid down a creeper to the earth; but Bagheera was before him. Mowgli could hear him snuffing in the half light. "Where is the thorn-pointed thing?" cried Mowgli.
"All that is here I will give thee till thou goest away." "But I go now. This place is dark and cold, and I wish to take the thorn-pointed thing to the Jungle." "Look by thy foot! What is that there?" Mowgli picked up something white and smooth. "It is the bone of a man's head," he said quietly. "And here are two more." "They came to take the treasure away many years ago.
"Thuu, thou hast not done well. Run to and fro and make sport, Thuu!" "I am ashamed. Kill me!" hissed the White Cobra. "There has been too much talk of killing. We will go now. I take the thorn-pointed thing, Thuu, because I have fought and worsted thee." "See, then, that the thing does not kill thee at last. It is Death! Remember, it is Death!
Cry thy trail, Little Brother." "Now, I, Little Foot, come to the rock," said Mowgli, running up his trail. "Now, I sit down under the rock, leaning upon my right hand, and resting my bow between my toes. I wait long, for the mark of my feet is deep here." "I also," said Bagheera, hidden behind the rock. "I wait, resting the end of the thorn-pointed thing upon a stone.
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