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There was nothing strange in the building of the bridge," said the Mugger. "But that which goes across, pulling the roofed carts! That is strange," the Adjutant repeated. "It is, past any doubt, a new breed of bullock. Some day it will not be able to keep its foothold up yonder, and will fall as the men did. The old Mugger will then be ready."
"Whatever it is, it is white-face work," said the Adjutant; "and for my own part, I would not lie out upon a place so near to it as this bar." "You do not know the English as I do," said the Mugger. "There was a white-face here when the bridge was built, and he would take a boat in the evenings and shuffle with his feet on the bottom-boards, and whisper: 'Is he here? Is he there?
They have killed and made new towns on my banks," said the Mugger. "It is but the shifting of a little dirt. Let the dirt dig in the dirt if it pleases the dirt," answered the Elephant. "But afterwards?" said the Tiger. "Afterwards they will see that Mother Gunga can avenge no insult, and they fall away from her first, and later from us all, one by one.
There is now a problem of excess population of the mugger crocodiles at the Croc Bank partly because they breed twice as much at the croc bank compared to in the wild and also due to their high survival rate.
"Be certain that it is only for a little. The Heavenly Ones have heard thee, and presently justice will be done. Go now, mother, to the flood again. Men and cattle are thick on the waters the banks fall the villages melt because of thee." "But the bridge the bridge stands." The Mugger turned grunting into the undergrowth as Krishna rose. "It is ended," said the Tigress, viciously.
I asked Pat the reason of this curious arrangement, and was told that if we were lucky enough to secure a mugger, the loose strands would entangle themselves amongst his formidable teeth, whereas were the rope in one strand only he might bite it through; the knottings at intervals were to give greater strength to the line. We now got our bait ready. On this occasion it was a live tame duck.
But when the Mugger came back, and found only empty egg-shells he was fearfully angry. He roared and he raged, and he howled and he yelled, till the whole island shook, and his tears ran down his cheeks and pattered on the sand like rain.
He lay with his chin in the shallows, keeping his place by an almost invisible rippling of his tail, and well the Jackal knew that one stroke of that same tail in the water would carry the Mugger up the bank with the rush of a steam-engine. "Auspiciously met, Protector of the Poor!" he fawned, backing at every word. "A delectable voice was heard, and we came in the hopes of sweet conversation.
Indra is too high, but Shiv, thou knowest how the land is threaded with their fire-carriages." "Yea, I know," said the Bull. "Their Gods instructed them in the matter." A laugh ran round the circle. "Their Gods! What should their Gods know? They were born yesterday, and those that made them are scarcely yet cold," said the Mugger. "To-morrow their Gods will die." "Ho!" said Peroo.
Since the railway bridge was built my people at my village have ceased to love me; and that is breaking my heart." "Ah, shame!" said the Jackal. "So noble a heart, too! But men are all alike, to my mind." "Nay, there are very great differences indeed," the Mugger answered gently. "Some are as lean as boat-poles. Others again are fat as young ja dogs. Never would I causelessly revile men.
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