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The Jungle Book a classic tale of Mowgli - a boy who is abandoned in the jungle A public domain book formatted for easy use by planet pdf. RUDYARD KIPLING. The Jungle Book. Retold by. Ralph Mowat. Illustrated by. Kanako Damerum and Yuzuru Takasaki. Jungle Book 13/1/07 1. The Jungle Book. The story. A wolf family finds a young boy wandering in the jungle and adopts him, giving him the name Mowgli. He becomes part of the wolf .
Now he must wash his mouth with water; now he must blow smoke; and when all that is done he has still his story to tell. They are very wise people — men. And — I grow as lazy as they!
Just as he was at the window he felt a touch on his foot. I have cut those ties, and she goes with her man through the Jungle. I am old, but not yet toothless. Wait here, but do not let her see. When his talk is finished, they say they will assuredly come here with the Red — with fire and burn you both. And then? They be white, and it is said that they govern all the land, and do not suffer people to burn or beat each other without witnesses.
If we can get thither to-night, we live. Otherwise we die. No man passes the gates to-night. But what does HE do? The stuff that passes from hand to hand and never grows warmer. Do they need it outside this place also? The man stared angrily.
We are too bruised to walk far, and the village will follow us in an hour. Mowgli helped Messua through the window, and the cool night air revived her, but the Jungle in the starlight looked very dark and terrible. They nodded. Remember, now, not to be afraid. And there is no need to go quickly. Only — only there may be some small singing in the Jungle behind you and before. Neither man nor beast shall stay you till you come within eye-shot of Khanhiwara.
There will be a watch about you. Man, ghost, or wolf of the Jungle, I believe. Thou wilt know and understand. Go now, and slowly, for there is no need of any haste. The gates are shut. They shall pay me twice over for my crops untilled and my buffaloes unfed. I will have a great justice. Give tongue a little. I would call Bagheera. That call will follow up to Khanhiwara. It is Favour of the Jungle.
Did they not sing sweetly to Buldeo? Too well! They made even ME forget my pride, and, by the Broken Lock that freed me, I went singing through the Jungle as though I were out wooing in the spring! Didst thou not hear us? Ask Buldeo if he liked the song. But where are the Four? I do not wish one of the Man—Pack to leave the gates to-night. Is it killing at last?
The singing and the sight of the men climbing up the trees have made me very ready. Who is Man that we should care for him — the naked brown digger, the hairless and toothless, the eater of earth? I have followed him all day — at noon — in the white sunlight. I herded him as the wolves herd buck. I am Bagheera! As I dance with my shadow, so danced I with those men. Who shall stay my stroke? Man-cub, with one blow of my paw I could beat thy head flat as a dead frog in the summer!
It is the fault of the night, and no fault of thine. But how dost THOU know? Mowgli gentled the panther for a few minutes longer, and he lay down like a cat before a fire, his paws tucked under his breast, and his eyes half shut. But I love thee, Little Brother.
They should come soon to drag the woman and her man out of the trap and put them into the Red Flower. They will find that trap sprung. Let them find ME there! Few would leave their houses after meeting me. It is not the first time I have been in a cage; and I do not think they will tie ME with cords.
Now I lie down. The Man—Pack shall not know what share I have in the sport. Make thine own hunt. I do not wish to see them. It broke in wild yells, and a rush up the street of men and women, waving clubs and bamboos and sickles and knives. Let us see if hot coins will make them confess! Burn the hut over their heads!
We will teach them to shelter wolf-devils! Nay, beat them first! More torches! Buldeo, heat the gun-barrels! It had been very firmly fastened, but the crowd tore it away bodily, and the light of the torches streamed into the room where, stretched at full length on the bed, his paws crossed and lightly hung down over one end, black as the Pit, and terrible as a demon, was Bagheera. There was one half-minute of desperate silence, as the front ranks of the crowd clawed and tore their way back from the threshold, and in that minute Bagheera raised his head and yawned — elaborately, carefully, and ostentatiously — as he would yawn when he wished to insult an equal.
The fringed lips drew back and up; the red tongue curled; the lower jaw dropped and dropped till you could see half-way down the hot gullet; and the gigantic dog-teeth stood clear to the pit of the gums till they rang together, upper and under, with the snick of steel-faced wards shooting home round the edges of a safe.
Bagheera was quite right; the village would not stir till daylight. Mowgli sat still, and thought, and his face grew darker and darker. Watch them now till the day. I sleep. When he waked, Bagheera was at his side, and there was a newly-killed buck at his feet. Bagheera watched curiously while Mowgli went to work with his skinning-knife, ate and drank, and turned over with his chin in his hands. They found a horse before midnight of the night they were freed, and went very quickly.
Is not that well? Then they ate their food and ran back quickly to their houses. I was rolling in the dust before the gate at dawn, and I may have made also some small song to myself. Now, Little Brother, there is nothing more to do. Come hunting with me and Baloo.
He has new hives that he wishes to show, and we all desire thee back again as of old. Take off that look which makes even me afraid! The man and woman will not be put into the Red Flower, and all goes well in the Jungle. Is it not true? Let us forget the Man—Pack. Where does Hathi feed to-night?
Who can answer for the Silent One? But why? What is there Hathi can do which we cannot? Remember, he is the Master of the Jungle, and before the Man—Pack changed the look on thy face, he taught thee the Master-words of the Jungle. I have a Master-word for him now. Bid him come to Mowgli, the Frog: and if he does not hear at first, bid him come because of the Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore.
And Messua had been kind to him, and, so far as he knew anything about love, he loved Messua as completely as he hated the rest of mankind. But deeply as he loathed them, their talk, their cruelty, and their cowardice, not for anything the Jungle had to offer could he bring himself to take a human life, and have that terrible scent of blood back again in his nostrils.
Look where they come now! The mud of the river was still fresh on their flanks, and Hathi was thoughtfully chewing the green stem of a young plantain-tree that he had gouged up with his tusks. But every line in his vast body showed to Bagheera, who could see things when he came across them, that it was not the Master of the Jungle speaking to a Man-cub, but one who was afraid coming before one who was not.
His three sons rolled side by side, behind their father. Then came he, angry, by night to the fields of those hunters. And I remember now that he had three sons. These things happened many, many Rains ago, and very far away — among the fields of Bhurtpore. What came to those fields at the next reaping, Hathi?
We let in the Jungle upon five villages; and in those villages, and in their lands, the grazing-ground and the soft crop-grounds, there is not one man today who takes his food from the ground.
That was the Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore, which I and my three sons did; and now I ask, Man-cub, how the news of it came to thee? It was well done, Hathi with the white mark; but the second time it shall be done better, for the reason that there is a man to direct. Thou knowest the village of the Man—Pack that cast me out? They are idle, senseless, and cruel; they play with their mouths, and they do not kill the weaker for food, but for sport.
When they are full-fed they would throw their own breed into the Red Flower. This I have seen. It is not well that they should live here any more. I hate them! I have killed Shere Khan, and his hide rots on the Council Rock; but — but I do not know whither Shere Khan is gone, and my stomach is still empty.
Now I will take that which I can see and touch. Let in the Jungle upon that village, Hathi! He could understand, if the worst came to the worst, a quick rush down the village street, and a right and left blow into a crowd, or a crafty killing of men as they ploughed in the twilight; but this scheme for deliberately blotting out an entire village from the eyes of man and beast frightened him.
Now he saw why Mowgli had sent for Hathi. No one but the long-lived elephant could plan and carry through such a war. Let in the Jungle, Hathi! Drive in your peoples. Let the deer and the pig and the nilghai look to it.
My tusks were red at the Sack of the Fields of Bhurtpore, and I would not wake that smell again. I do not wish even their bones to lie on the clean earth. Let them go and find a fresh lair. They cannot stay here. I have seen and smelled the blood of the woman that gave me food — the woman whom they would have killed but for me. Only the smell of the new grass on their door-steps can take away that smell. It burns in my mouth.
Now I see. Thy war shall be our war. We will let in the jungle!
Master of the Jungle, when my strength goes, speak for me — speak for Baloo — speak for us all! We are cubs before thee!
Snapped twigs under foot! Fawns that have lost their doe! Then he swam round and round, ducking in and out of the bars of the moonlight like the frog, his namesake. By this time Hathi and his three sons had turned, each to one point of the compass, and were striding silently down the valleys a mile away.
Then they began to feed, and fed quietly for a week or so. Hathi and his sons are like Kaa, the Rock Python. They never hurry till they have to. At the end of that time — and none knew who had started it — a rumour went through the Jungle that there was better food and water to be found in such and such a valley.
The pig — who, of course, will go to the ends of the earth for a full meal — moved first by companies, scuffling over the rocks, and the deer followed, with the small wild foxes that live on the dead and dying of the herds; and the heavy-shouldered nilghai moved parallel with the deer, and the wild buffaloes of the swamps came after the nilghai. The least little thing would have turned the scattered, straggling droves that grazed and sauntered and drank and grazed again; but whenever there was an alarm some one would rise up and soothe them.
At one time it would be Ikki the Porcupine, full of news of good feed just a little farther on; at another Mang would cry cheerily and flap down a glade to show it was all empty; or Baloo, his mouth full of roots, would shamble alongside a wavering line and half frighten, half romp it clumsily back to the proper road.
Very many creatures broke back or ran away or lost interest, but very many were left to go forward. At the end of another ten days or so the situation was this. The deer and the pig and the nilghai were milling round and round in a circle of eight or ten miles radius, while the Eaters of Flesh skirmished round its edge. And the centre of that circle was the village, and round the village the crops were ripening, and in the crops sat men on what they call machans — platforms like pigeon-perches, made of sticks at the top of four poles — to scare away birds and other stealers.
Then the deer were coaxed no more. You could ask the students to imagine what it would be like to have an animal as a best friend. Which animal would they choose and what would they do together? Ask the pupils in groups to describe a jungle. Which other kinds of animals can be found in the jungle apart from those in The Jungle Book?
See the photocopiable activity number 3 for ideas. Making use of the Reader Animal alphabet This is a fun minute warm- Which animal? Prepare several slips of card A day in the life of Mowgli This is a full lesson exercise which will provide practice of vocabulary from the Reader and also writing skills. Pre-prepare a diary-style grid on the board before the lesson: 9am Begin the lesson by asking the pupils to think of a day in the life of Mowgli.
Separate the pupils into small groups and allow them minutes to think and talk about this. Then, with the class as a whole, brainstorm the daily activities of Mowgli and write ideas in the spaces in the grid on the board. The students then re-group and write a short essay or story on a day in the life of Mowgli, using the vocabulary from the board.
Pearson Education Limited Visit our website at www. Then prepare corresponding cards with a short description of each animal, for example this animal looks like a big cat. It lives in the jungle but you can find it in the zoo tiger. Keep the cards separate and mix before inviting the pupils to take a card from each pile. The pupils then mingle in order to find a matching pair. This short exercise could be followed up with a writing exercise in which pupils write their own descriptions of their favourite animals.
Explain to the pupils that you will go around the class asking each student to quickly think of an animal with a name beginning with a, b, c and so on. Perhaps you could provide the first example. Try to keep the activity as fast-moving as possible.