`` What does the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut need more ? '' `` That little white child which I did not get , '' said the Mugger , with a deep sigh . `` He was very small , but I have not forgotten . I am old now , but before I die it is my desire to try one new thing . It is true they are a heavy-footed , noisy , and foolish people , and the sport would be small , but I remember the old days above Benares , and , if the child lives , he will remember still . It may be he goes up and down the bank of some river , telling how he once passed his hands between the teeth of the Mugger of Mugger-Ghaut , and lived to make a tale of it . My Fate has been very kind , but that plagues me sometimes in my dreams -- the thought of the little white child in the bows of that boat . '' He yawned , and closed his jaws . `` And now I will rest and think . Keep silent , my children , and respect the aged . '' He turned stiffly , and shuffled to the top of the sand-bar , while the Jackal drew back with the Adjutant to the shelter of a tree stranded on the end nearest the railway bridge . `` That was a pleasant and profitable life , '' he grinned , looking up inquiringly at the bird who towered above him . `` And not once , mark you , did he think fit to tell me where a morsel might have been left along the banks . Yet I have told HIM a hundred times of good things wallowing down-stream . How true is the saying , ` All the world forgets the Jackal and the Barber when the news has been told ! ' Now he is going to sleep ! Arrh ! '' `` How can a jackal hunt with a Mugger ? '' said the Adjutant coolly . `` Big thief and little thief ; it is easy to say who gets the pickings . ''
The XXXXX turned , whining impatiently , and was going to curl himself up under the tree-trunk , when suddenly he cowered , and looked up through the draggled branches at the bridge almost above his head .
Adjutant Arrh Barber Benares Jackal Mugger Mugger-Ghaut down-stream left pickings