Hunting , eating , or swimming , it is all one -- like a stone in wet or dry weather . '' Mowgli looked at him lazily from under his long eyelashes , and , as usual , the panther 's head dropped . Bagheera knew his master . They were lying out far up the side of a hill overlooking the Waingunga , and the morning mists hung below them in bands of white and green . As the sun rose it changed into bubbling seas of red gold , churned off , and let the low rays stripe the dried grass on which Mowgli and Bagheera were resting . It was the end of the cold weather , the leaves and the trees looked worn and faded , and there was a dry , ticking rustle everywhere when the wind blew . A little leaf tap-tap-tapped furiously against a twig , as a single leaf caught in a current will . It roused Bagheera , for he snuffed the morning air with a deep , hollow cough , threw himself on his back , and struck with his fore-paws at the nodding leaf above . `` The year turns , '' he said . `` The Jungle goes forward . The Time of New Talk is near . That leaf knows . It is very good . '' `` The grass is dry , '' Mowgli answered , pulling up a tuft . `` Even Eye-of-the-Spring -LSB- that is a little trumpet-shaped , waxy red flower that runs in and out among the grasses -RSB- -- even Eye-of-the Spring is shut , and ... Bagheera , IS it well for the Black Panther so to lie on his back and beat with his paws in the air , as though he were the tree-cat ? '' `` Aowh ? '' said Bagheera . He seemed to be thinking of other things . `` I say , IS it well for the Black Panther so to mouth and cough , and howl and roll ? Remember , we be the Masters of the Jungle , thou and I. '' `` Indeed , yes ; I hear , Man-cub . ''
XXXXX rolled over hurriedly and sat up , the dust on his ragged black flanks .
Aowh Bagheera Jungle Mowgli Waingunga fore-paws morning tree-cat tuft twig