Of the village , of the road to the shrine , of the shrine itself , and the forest behind , there was no trace . For one mile in width and two thousand feet in sheer depth the mountain-side had come away bodily , planed clean from head to heel . And the villagers , one by one , crept through the wood to pray before their Bhagat . They saw the barasingh standing over him , who fled when they came near , and they heard the langurs wailing in the branches , and Sona moaning up the hill ; but their Bhagat was dead , sitting cross-legged , his back against a tree , his crutch under his armpit , and his face turned to the north-east . The priest said : `` Behold a miracle after a miracle , for in this very attitude must all Sunnyasis be buried ! Therefore where he now is we will build the temple to our holy man . '' They built the temple before a year was ended -- a little stone-and-earth shrine -- and they called the hill the Bhagat 's hill , and they worship there with lights and flowers and offerings to this day . But they do not know that the saint of their worship is the late Sir Purun Dass , K.C.I.E. , D.C.L. , Ph.D. , etc. , once Prime Minister of the progressive and enlightened State of Mohiniwala , and honorary or corresponding member of more learned and scientific societies than will ever do any good in this world or the next . A SONG OF KABIR Oh , light was the world that he weighed in his hands ! Oh , heavy the tale of his fiefs and his lands ! He has gone from the guddee and put on the shroud , And departed in guise of bairagi avowed ! Now the white road to Delhi is mat for his feet , The sal and the kikar must guard him from heat ; His home is the camp , and the waste , and the crowd -- He is seeking the Way as bairagi avowed ! He has looked upon Man , and his eyeballs are clear -LRB- There was One ; there is One , and but One , saith Kabir -RRB- ; The Red Mist of Doing has thinned to a cloud -- He has taken the Path for bairagi avowed ! To learn and discern of his brother the clod , Of his brother the brute , and his brother the God . He has gone from the council and put on the shroud -LRB- `` Can ye hear ? '' saith Kabir -RRB- , a bairagi avowed ! LETTING IN THE JUNGLE Veil them , cover them , wall them round -- Blossom , and creeper , and weed -- Let us forget the sight and the sound , The smell and the touch of the breed ! Fat black ash by the altar-stone , Here is the white-foot rain , And the does bring forth in the fields unsown , And none shall affright them again ; And the blind walls crumble , unknown , o'erthrown And none shall inhabit again ! You will remember that after Mowgli had pinned Shere Khan 's hide to the Council Rock , he told as many as were left of the Seeonee Pack that henceforward he would hunt in the Jungle alone ; and the four children of Mother and Father Wolf said that they would hunt with him . But it is not easy to change one 's life all in a minute -- particularly in the Jungle .
The first thing XXXXX did , when the disorderly Pack had slunk off , was to go to the home-cave , and sleep for a day and a night .
Bhagat Khan Mowgli Red Seeonee bairagi guddee langurs left north-east