Mowgli threw out his hand , and as Hathi wheeled the moonlight showed a long white scar on his slaty side , as though he had been struck with a red-hot whip . `` Men came to take him from the trap , '' Mowgli continued , `` but he broke his ropes , for he was strong , and went away till his wound was healed . 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 ? '' `` They were reaped by me and by my three sons , '' said Hathi . `` And to the ploughing that follows the reaping ? '' said Mowgli . `` There was no ploughing , '' said Hathi . `` And to the men that live by the green crops on the ground ? '' said Mowgli . `` They went away . '' `` And to the huts in which the men slept ? '' said Mowgli . `` We tore the roofs to pieces , and the Jungle swallowed up the walls , '' said Hathi . `` And what more ? '' said Mowgli . `` As much good ground as I can walk over in two nights from the east to the west , and from the north to the south as much as I can walk over in three nights , the Jungle took . 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 to-day who takes his food from the ground .
That was the Sack of the Fields of XXXXX , which I and my three sons did ; and now I ask , Man-cub , how the news of it came to thee ? ''
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