`` A man told me , and now I see even Buldeo can speak truth . 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 ! '' `` Kill , then , '' said the youngest of Hathi 's three sons , picking up a tuft of grass , dusting it against his fore-legs , and throwing it away , while his little red eyes glanced furtively from side to side . `` What good are white bones to me ? '' Mowgli answered angrily . `` Am I the cub of a wolf to play in the sun with a raw head ? 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 ! '' Bagheera shivered , and cowered down . 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 them run as the men ran from the fields of Bhurtpore , till we have the rain-water for the only plough , and the noise of the rain on the thick leaves for the pattering of their spindles -- till Bagheera and I lair in the house of the Brahmin , and the buck drink at the tank behind the temple !
Let in the Jungle , XXXXX ! ''
Bagheera Bhurtpore Brahmin Buldeo Flower Hathi Khan fore-legs pattering twilight