But oh , Kaa , '' -- here Mowgli wriggled with sheerjoy , -- `` it will be good hunting . Few of us will see another moon . '' `` Dost THOU strike in this ? Remember thou art a Man ; and remember what Pack cast thee out . Let the Wolf look to the Dog . THOU art a Man . '' `` Last year 's nuts are this year 's black earth , '' said Mowgli . `` It is true that I am a Man , but it is in my stomach that this night I have said that I am a Wolf . I called the River and the Trees to remember . I am of the Free People , Kaa , till the dhole has gone by . '' `` Free People , '' Kaa grunted . `` Free thieves ! And thou hast tied thyself into the death-knot for the sake of the memory of the dead wolves ? This is no good hunting . '' `` It is my Word which I have spoken . The Trees know , the River knows . Till the dhole have gone by my Word comes not back to me . '' `` Ngssh ! This changes all trails . I had thought to take thee away with me to the northern marshes , but the Word -- even the Word of a little , naked , hairless Manling -- is the Word .
Now I , Kaa , say -- '' `` Think well , Flathead , lest thou tie thyself into the XXXXX also .
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