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Updated: June 14, 2025
By the Bull that bought me I made a promise a little promise. Only thy coat is lacking before I keep my word. With the knife, with the knife that men use, with the knife of the hunter, I will stoop down for my gift. Waters of the Waingunga, Shere Khan gives me his coat for the love that he bears me. Pull, Gray Brother! Pull, Akela! Heavy is the hide of Shere Khan. The Man Pack are angry.
Akela, or even Phao, would have silenced them; yet Mowgli was afraid. That is true sign I have eaten poison.... But what do they care in the Jungle? They sing and howl and fight, and run in companies under the moon, and I Hai-mai! I am dying in the marshes, of that poison which I have eaten." He was so sorry for himself that he nearly wept.
Mowgli laughed a little short ugly laugh, for a stone had hit him in the mouth. 'Run back, Messua. This is one of the foolish tales they tell under the big tree at dusk. I have at least paid for thy son's life. Farewell; and run quickly, for I shall send the herd in more swiftly than their brickbats. I am no wizard, Messua. Farewell! 'Now, once more, Akela, he cried. 'Bring the herd in.
You will remember that Mowgli had left the village with the heavy weight of Shere Khan's raw hide on his shoulders, while Akela and Gray Brother trotted behind, so that the triple trail was very clearly marked. Presently Buldeo came to where Akela, as you know, had gone back and mixed it all up.
In the other, the bulls and the young bulls snorted and stamped, but though they looked more imposing they were much less dangerous, for they had no calves to protect. No six men could have divided the herd so neatly. "What orders!" panted Akela. "They are trying to join again." Mowgli slipped on to Rama's back. "Drive the bulls away to the left, Akela.
Let him be accepted." And then came Akela's deep bay, crying: "Look well look well, O Wolves!" Mowgli was still deeply interested in the pebbles, and he did not notice when the wolves came and looked at him one by one. At last they all went down the hill for the dead bull, and only Akela, Bagheera, Baloo, and Mowgli's own wolves were left.
I also was a leader of the Free People." Very carefully and gently Mowgli lifted the bodies aside, and raised Akela to his feet, both arms round him, and the Lone Wolf drew a long breath, and began the Death Song that a leader of the Pack should sing when he dies.
Man goes to Man! He is weeping in the Jungle: He that was our Brother sorrows sore! Man goes to Man! The second year after the great fight with Red Dog and the death of Akela, Mowgli must have been nearly seventeen years old. He looked older, for hard exercise, the best of good eating, and baths whenever he felt in the least hot or dusty, had given him strength and growth far beyond his age.
"Or for a pledge?" said Bagheera, his white teeth bared under his lip. "Well are ye called the Free People!" "No man's cub can run with the people of the jungle," howled Shere Khan. "Give him to me!" "He is our brother in all but blood," Akela went on, "and ye would kill him here! In truth, I have lived too long.
When they were all gathered together, Shere Khan began to speak a thing he would never have dared to do when Akela was in his prime. 'He has no right, whispered Bagheera. 'Say so. He is a dog's son. He will be frightened. Mowgli sprang to his feet. 'Free People, he cried, does Shere Khan lead the Pack? What has a tiger to do with our leadership?
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