Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river, he heard the dry, angry, snarly, singsong whine of a tiger who has caught nothing and does not care if all the Jungle knows it.
The fool! said Father Wolf. To begin a nights work with that noise! Does he think that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?
Hsh! It is neither bullock or buck he hunts tonight, said Mother Wolf. It is man. The whine had changed to a sort of humming purr that seemed to come from every quarter of the compass. It was the noise that bewilders woodcutters and gipsies sleeping in the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.
Man! said Father Wolf, showing all his white teeth. Faugh! Are there not enough beetles and frogs in the tanks that he must eat Man, and on our ground too?
The Law of the Jungle, which never orders anything without a reason, forbids every beast to eat man except when he is killing to show his children how to kill, and then he must hunt outside the hunting- grounds of his pack or tribe. The real reason for this is that man-killing means, sooner or later, the arrival of white men on elephants, with guns, and hundreds of brown men with gongs and rockets and torches. Then everybody in the Jungle suffers. The reason the beasts give among themselves is that Man is the weakest and most defenceless of all living things, and it is unsportsmanlike to touch him. They say tooand it is truethat man-eaters become mangy, and lose their teeth.
The purr grew louder, and ended in the full-throated, Aaarh! of the tigers charge.
Then there was a howlan untigerish howlfrom 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 camp-fire, and has burned his feet, said Father Wolf, with a grunt. Tabaqui is with him.
Something is coming uphill, said Mother Wolf, twitching one ear. Get ready.
The bushes rustled a little in the thicket, and Father Wolf dropped with his haunches under him, ready for his leap. Then, if you had been watching, you would have seen the most wonderful thing in the worldthe wolf checked in mid-spring. He made his bound before he saw what it was he was jumping at, and then he tried to stop himself. The result was that he shot up straight into the air for four or five feet, landing almost where he left ground.
Man! he snapped. A mans cub. Look!
Directly in front of him, holding on by a low branch, stood a naked brown baby who could just walkas soft and as dimpled a little atom as ever came to a wolfs cave at night. He looked up into Father Wolfs face, and laughed.
Is that a mans cub? said Mother Wolf. I have never seen one. Bring it here.
A wolf accustomed to moving his own cubs can, if necessary, mouth an egg without breaking it, and though Father Wolfs jaws closed right on the childs back not a tooth even scratched the skin, as he laid it down among the cubs.
How little! How naked, andhow bold! said Mother Wolf softly. The baby was pushing his way between the cubs to get close to the warm hide. Ahai! He is taking his meal with the others. And so this is a mans cub. Now, was there ever a wolf that could boast of a mans cub among her children?
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