Father of Cobras , there is only the Jungle here , as it has been since the beginning . '' `` Then who is HE , '' said the White Cobra , `` sitting down before me , unafraid , knowing not the name of the King , talking our talk through a man 's lips ? Who is he with the knife and the snake 's tongue ? '' `` Mowgli they call me , '' was the answer . `` I am of the Jungle . The wolves are my people , and Kaa here is my brother . Father of Cobras , who art thou ? '' `` I am the Warden of the King 's Treasure . Kurrun Raja builded the stone above me , in the days when my skin was dark , that I might teach death to those who came to steal . Then they let down the treasure through the stone , and I heard the song of the Brahmins my masters . '' `` Umm ! '' said Mowgli to himself . `` I have dealt with one Brahmin already , in the Man-Pack , and -- I know what I know . Evil comes here in a little . '' `` Five times since I came here has the stone been lifted , but always to let down more , and never to take away . There are no riches like these riches -- the treasures of a hundred kings . But it is long and long since the stone was last moved , and I think that my city has forgotten . '' `` There is no city . Look up . Yonder are roots of the great trees tearing the stones apart .
Trees and men do not grow together , '' XXXXX insisted .
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