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 Chil ! -RRB- Tattered flank and sunken eye , open mouth and red , Locked and lank and lone they lie , the dead upon their dead . Here 's an end of every trail -- and here my hosts are fed . THE SPRING RUNNING Man goes to Man ! Cry the challenge through the Jungle ! He that was our Brother goes away . Hear , now , and judge , O ye People of the Jungle , -- Answer , who shall turn him -- who shall stay ? Man goes to Man !
He is weeping in the Jungle : He that was our XXXXX sorrows sore !
't Answer Brother Chil Cry People Pity companions lank overbore