Let 's pretend we are ... never mind , Brother , thy tail hangs down behind ! This is the way of the Monkey-kind . Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines , That rocket by where , light and high , the wild grape swings . By the rubbish in our wake , and the noble noise we make , Be sure , be sure , we 're going to do some splendid things ! `` Tiger ! Tiger ! '' What of the hunting , hunter bold ? Brother , the watch was long and cold . What of the quarry ye went to kill ? Brother , he crops in the jungle still . Where is the power that made your pride ? Brother , it ebbs from my flank and side . Where is the haste that ye hurry by ? Brother , I go to my lair -- to die . Now we must go back to the first tale . When Mowgli left the wolf 's cave after the fight with the Pack at the Council Rock , he went down to the plowed lands where the villagers lived , but he would not stop there because it was too near to the jungle , and he knew that he had made at least one bad enemy at the Council . So he hurried on , keeping to the rough road that ran down the valley , and followed it at a steady jog-trot for nearly twenty miles , till he came to a country that he did not know . The valley opened out into a great plain dotted over with rocks and cut up by ravines . At one end stood a little village , and at the other the thick jungle came down in a sweep to the grazing-grounds , and stopped there as though it had been cut off with a hoe . All over the plain , cattle and buffaloes were grazing , and when the little boys in charge of the herds saw Mowgli they shouted and ran away , and the yellow pariah dogs that hang about every Indian village barked .
Mowgli walked on , for he was feeling hungry , and when he came to the village gate he saw the big thorn-bush that was drawn up before the gate at twilight , pushed XXXXX one side .
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