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 Brother sorrows sore ! Man goes to Man ! -LRB- Oh , we loved him in the Jungle ! -RRB- To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more . The second year after the great fight with Red Dog and the death of Akela , Mowgli must have been nearly seventeen years old . He looked older , for hard exercise , the best of good eating , and baths whenever he felt in the least hot or dusty , had given him strength and growth far beyond his age . He could swing by one hand from a top branch for half an hour at a time , when he had occasion to look along the tree-roads . He could stop a young buck in mid-gallop and throw him sideways by the head . He could even jerk over the big , blue wild boars that lived in the Marshes of the North . The Jungle People who used to fear him for his wits feared him now for his strength , and when he moved quietly on his own affairs the mere whisper of his coming cleared the wood-paths . And yet the look in his eyes was always gentle . Even when he fought , his eyes never blazed as Bagheera 's did .
They only grew more and more interested and excited ; and that was one of the things that XXXXX himself did not understand .
Akela Bagheera Brother Chil Dog Man-Trail Mowgli boars lank wood-paths