The Jungle Book

, and it is un­sports­man­like to touch him. They say too—and it is true—that man-eaters be­come mangy, and lose their teeth.
The purr grew louder, and ended in the full-throated “Aaarh!” of the tiger’s charge.
Then there was a howl—an untiger­ish howl—from Shere Khan. “He has missed,” said Mother Wolf. “What is it?”
Father Wolf ran out a few paces and heard Shere Khan mut­ter­ing and mum­bling sav­agely, as he tum­bled about in the scrub.
“The fool has had no more sense than to jump at a wood­cut­ters’ camp­fi

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for­gets that he was ever afraid of any­one, and runs through

Then the lit­tle chil­dren in the vil­lage made him very an­gry. Luck­ily, the Law of the Jun­gle had taught him to keep his tem­p

where they would shake the rose-trees and the or­anges in sport to see the fruit and flow­ers fall.

“The Jun­gle Peo­ple put them out of their mouths and out of their minds. They are very many, evil, dirty, shame­less, and they de­sire, if they have any fixed de­sire, to be no­ticed by the Jun­gle Peo­ple. But we do not no­tice them even when they throw nuts and filth on our heads.”

“Lis­ten, man-cub,” said the bear, and his voice rum­bled like thun­der on a hot night. “I have taught thee all the Law of the Jun­gle for all the Peo­ples of the Jun­gle—ex­cept the Mon­key Folk who live in the trees. They have no Law. They are out­castes. They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they over­hear when they lis­ten and peep and wait up above in the branches.

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Halfway up the hill he met Bagheera with the morn­ing dew shin­ing like moon­stones on his coat.

“All the jun­gle is thine,” said Bagheera, “and thou canst kill ev­ery­thing that thou art strong enough to kill; but for the sake of the bull that bought thee thou must never kill or eat any cat­tle young or old. That is the Law of the Jun­gle.”