There were only a few coarse cakes baked over the smoky fire , some rice , and a lump of sour preserved tamarinds -- just enough to go on with till he could get to his evening kill . The smell of the dew in the marshes made him hungry and restless . He wanted to finish his spring running , but the child insisted on sitting in his arms , and Messua would have it that his long , blue-black hair must be combed out . So she sang , as she combed , foolish little baby-songs , now calling Mowgli her son , and now begging him to give some of his jungle power to the child . The hut door was closed , but Mowgli heard a sound he knew well , and saw Messua 's jaw drop with horror as a great gray paw came under the bottom of the door , and Gray Brother outside whined a muffled and penitent whine of anxiety and fear . `` Out and wait ! Ye would not come when I called , '' said Mowgli in Jungle-talk , without turning his head , and the great gray paw disappeared . `` Do not -- do not bring thy -- thy servants with thee , '' said Messua . `` I -- we have always lived at peace with the Jungle . '' `` It is peace , '' said Mowgli , rising . `` Think of that night on the road to Khanhiwara . There were scores of such folk before thee and behind thee . But I see that even in springtime the Jungle People do not always forget . Mother , I go . '' Messua drew aside humbly -- he was indeed a wood-god , she thought ; but as his hand was on the door the mother in her made her throw her arms round Mowgli 's neck again and again . `` Come back ! '' she whispered . `` Son or no son , come back , for I love thee -- Look , he too grieves . '' The child was crying because the man with the shiny knife was going away . `` Come back again , '' Messua repeated .
`` By XXXXX or by day this door is never shut to thee . ''
Brother Jungle-talk Khanhiwara Mother Mowgli evening fire night tamarinds wood-god