`` Mysa , who is of one blood with Jacala and the pig , would see me . Let us go beyond the swamp and see what comes . Never have I run such a spring running -- hot and cold together . Up , Mowgli ! '' He could not resist the temptation of stealing across the reeds to Mysa and pricking him with the point of his knife . The great dripping bull broke out of his wallow like a shell exploding , while Mowgli laughed till he sat down . `` Say now that the hairless wolf of the Seeonee Pack once herded thee , Mysa , '' he called . `` Wolf ! THOU ? '' the bull snorted , stamping in the mud . `` All the jungle knows thou wast a herder of tame cattle -- such a man 's brat as shouts in the dust by the crops yonder . THOU of the Jungle ! What hunter would have crawled like a snake among the leeches , and for a muddy jest -- a jackal 's jest -- have shamed me before my cow ? Come to firm ground , and I will -- I will ... '' Mysa frothed at the mouth , for Mysa has nearly the worst temper of any one in the Jungle . Mowgli watched him puff and blow with eyes that never changed . When he could make himself heard through the pattering mud , he said : `` What Man-Pack lair here by the marshes , Mysa ? This is new Jungle to me . '' `` Go north , then , '' roared the angry bull , for Mowgli had pricked him rather sharply . `` It was a naked cow-herd 's jest . Go and tell them at the village at the foot of the marsh . ''
`` The Man-Pack do not love jungle-tales , nor do I think , XXXXX , that a scratch more or less on thy hide is any matter for a council .
Mowgli Mysa Wolf brat herder jackal lair leeches pattering stealing