`` This air cries aloud to me . But how dost THOU know ? '' Of course the air round an Indian village is full of all kinds of smells , and to any creature who does nearly all his thinking through his nose , smells are as maddening as music and drugs are to human beings . 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 . `` Thou art of the Jungle and NOT of the Jungle , '' he said at last . `` And I am only a black panther . But I love thee , Little Brother . '' `` They are very long at their talk under the tree , '' Mowgli said , without noticing the last sentence . `` Buldeo must have told many tales . 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 . Ho ! ho ! '' `` Nay , listen , '' said Bagheera . `` The fever is out of my blood now . 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 . '' `` Be wise , then , '' said Mowgli , laughing ; for he was beginning to feel as reckless as the panther , who had glided into the hut . `` Pah ! ''
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