call for the buck-driving , when the Pack drives the nilghai , the big blue cow , before them , and it seemed to come from the very ends of the earth , nearer , and nearer , and nearer , till it ended in a shriek snapped off short . The other three answered , till even Mowgli could have vowed that the full Pack was in full cry , and then they all broke into the magnificent Morning-song in the Jungle , with every turn , and flourish , and grace-note that a deep-mouthed wolf of the Pack knows . This is a rough rendering of the song , but you must imagine what it sounds like when it breaks the afternoon hush of the Jungle : -- One moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain ; Now clear and black they stride our track , And we run home again . In morning hush , each rock and bush Stands hard , and high , and raw : Then give the Call : `` Good rest to all That keep The Jungle Law ! '' Now horn and pelt our peoples melt In covert to abide ; Now , crouched and still , to cave and hill Our Jungle Barons glide . Now , stark and plain , Man 's oxen strain , That draw the new-yoked plough ; Now , stripped and dread , the dawn is red Above the lit talao . Ho ! Get to lair ! The sun 's aflare Behind the breathing grass : And cracking through the young bamboo The warning whispers pass . By day made strange , the woods we range With blinking eyes we scan ; While down the skies the wild duck cries `` The Day -- the Day to Man ! '' The dew is dried that drenched our hide Or washed about our way ; And where we drank , the puddled bank Is crisping into clay . The traitor Dark gives up each mark Of stretched or hooded claw ; Then hear the Call : `` Good rest to all That keep the Jungle Law ! '' But no translation can give the effect of it , or the yelping scorn the Four threw into every word of it , as they heard the trees crash when the men hastily climbed up into the branches , and Buldeo began repeating incantations and charms . Then they lay down and slept , for , like all who live by their own exertions , they were of a methodical cast of mind ; and no one can work well without sleep . Meantime , Mowgli was putting the miles behind him , nine to the hour , swinging on , delighted to find himself so fit after all his cramped months among men . The one idea in his head was to get Messua and her husband out of the trap , whatever it was ; for he had a natural mistrust of traps . Later on , he promised himself , he would pay his debts to the village at large . It was at twilight when he saw the well-remembered grazing-grounds , and the dhak-tree where Gray Brother had waited for him on the morning that he killed Shere Khan . Angry as he was at the whole breed and community of Man , something jumped up in his throat and made him catch his breath when he looked at the village roofs . He noticed that every one had come in from the fields unusually early , and that , instead of getting to their evening cooking , they gathered in a crowd under the village tree , and chattered , and shouted .
`` Men must always be making traps for men , or they are not content , '' said XXXXX .
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