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 , Mysa , that a scratch more or less on thy hide is any matter for a council . But I will go and look at this village . Yes , I will go . Softly now . It is not every night that the Master of the Jungle comes to herd thee . '' He stepped out to the shivering ground on the edge of the marsh , well knowing that Mysa would never charge over it and laughed , as he ran , to think of the bull 's anger . `` My strength is not altogether gone , '' he said . `` It may be that the poison is not to the bone . There is a star sitting low yonder . '' He looked at it between his half-shut hands . `` By the Bull that bought me , it is the Red Flower -- the Red Flower that I lay beside before -- before I came even to the first Seeonee Pack ! Now that I have seen , I will finish the running . '' The marsh ended in a broad plain where a light twinkled .
It was a long time since Mowgli had concerned himself with the doings of men , but this XXXXX the glimmer of the Red Flower drew him forward .
Flower Man-Pack Mowgli Mysa Seeonee cow-herd jungle-tales lair night pattering