Chil is good friends with everybody , but he is a cold-blooded kind of creature at heart , because he knows that almost everybody in the Jungle comes to him in the long-run . -RSB- These were my companions going forth by night -- -LRB- For Chil ! Look you , for Chil ! -RRB- Now come I to whistle them the ending of the fight . -LRB- Chil ! Vanguards of Chil ! -RRB- Word they gave me overhead of quarry newly slain , Word I gave them underfoot of buck upon the plain . Here 's an end of every trail -- they shall not speak again ! They that called the hunting-cry -- they that followed fast -- -LRB- For Chil ! Look you , for Chil ! -RRB- They that bade the sambhur wheel , or pinned him as he passed -- -LRB- Chil ! Vanguards of Chil ! -RRB- They that lagged behind the scent -- they that ran before , They that shunned the level horn -- they that overbore . Here 's an end of every trail -- they shall not follow more . These were my companions . Pity 't was they died ! -LRB- For Chil ! Look you , for Chil ! -RRB- Now come I to comfort them that knew them in their pride . -LRB- Chil !
Vanguards of XXXXX ! -RRB-
't Chil Pity companions end night overbore pride trail wheel