The Kipling Reader - Selections from the Books of Rudyard Kipling by Rudyard Kipling
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hair, he came upon a little bald spot.
'There is no one in the jungle that knows that I, Bagheera, carry that mark--the mark of the collar; and yet, Little Brother, I was born among men, and it was among men that my mother died--in the cages of the King's Palace at Oodeypore. It was because of this that I paid the price for thee at the Council when thou wast a little naked cub. Yes, I too was born among men. I had never seen the jungle. They fed me behind bars from an iron pan till one night I felt that I was Bagheera--the Panther--and no man's plaything, and I broke the silly lock with one blow of my paw and came away; and because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan. Is it not so?' 'Yes,' said Mowgli;' all the jungle fear Bagheera--all except Mowgli.' 'Oh, _thou_ art a man's cub,' said the Black Panther, very tenderly; 'and even as I returned to my jungle, so thou must go back to men at last,--to the men who are thy brothers,--if thou art not killed in the Council.' 'But why--but why should any wish to kill me?' said Mowgli. 'Look at me,' said Bagheera; and Mowgli looked at him steadily between the eyes. The big panther turned his head away in half a minute. '_That_ is why,' he said, shifting his paw on the leaves. 'Not even I can look thee between the eyes, and I was born among men, and I love |
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