His three sons rolled side by side , behind their father . Mowgli hardly lifted his head as Hathi gave him `` Good hunting . '' He kept him swinging and rocking , and shifting from one foot to another , for a long time before he spoke ; and when he opened his mouth it was to Bagheera , not to the elephants . `` I will tell a tale that was told to me by the hunter ye hunted to-day , '' said Mowgli . `` It concerns an elephant , old and wise , who fell into a trap , and the sharpened stake in the pit scarred him from a little above his heel to the crest of his shoulder , leaving a white mark . '' Mowgli threw out his hand , and as Hathi wheeled the moonlight showed a long white scar on his slaty side , as though he had been struck with a red-hot whip . `` Men came to take him from the trap , '' Mowgli continued , `` but he broke his ropes , for he was strong , and went away till his wound was healed . Then came he , angry , by night to the fields of those hunters . And I remember now that he had three sons . These things happened many , many Rains ago , and very far away -- among the fields of Bhurtpore . What came to those fields at the next reaping , Hathi ? '' `` They were reaped by me and by my three sons , '' said Hathi . `` And to the ploughing that follows the reaping ? '' said Mowgli . `` There was no ploughing , '' said Hathi . `` And to the men that live by the green crops on the ground ? '' said Mowgli . `` They went away . '' `` And to the huts in which the men slept ? '' said Mowgli .
`` We tore the roofs to pieces , and the Jungle swallowed up the walls , '' said XXXXX .
Bagheera Bhurtpore Hathi Mowgli night pit ploughing scar tale whip