Das Dschungelbuch (Originaltitel: The Jungle Book) ist der abendfüllende Zeichentrickfilm der Walt-Disney-Studios. Es basiert auf Motiven der. The Jungle Book ist ein epischer Abenteuer-Realfilm über Mogli, ein Menschenjunge, der von einer Wolfsfamilie aufgezogen wurde. Mogli muss den Dschungel. Within the teeming pages of Rudyard Kipling's two "Jungle" books. Alexander Korda has found inspiration for a lush and extravagant adventure film which came.

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Mogli wächst unter der Obhut der Wölfin Raksha heran. Zu seinen Freunden im Dschungel zählen der gemütliche Bär Balu, der schwarze Panther Baghira und der Affenkönig King Louie. Doch der Tiger Shir Khan, der Moglis Eltern auf dem Gewissen hat, ist. The Jungle Book ist eine Neuverfilmung des gleichnamigen Zeichentrickfilms von Sie kombiniert Realfilm-Aufnahmen und Computeranimation. Der Film​. Das Dschungelbuch (Originaltitel: The Jungle Book) ist der abendfüllende Zeichentrickfilm der Walt-Disney-Studios. Es basiert auf Motiven der. gozdnica-hahnichen.eu: The Jungle Book DVD: Bill Murray, Ben Kingsley, Idris Elba, Lupita Nyong'o, Scarlett Johansson, Giancarlo Esposito, Christopher Walken, Neel. "The Jungle Book" kommt heute Abend im Free-TV. Alles Wichtige über TV-​Termin, Handlung, Schauspieler und Trailer erfahren Sie hier. Within the teeming pages of Rudyard Kipling's two "Jungle" books. Alexander Korda has found inspiration for a lush and extravagant adventure film which came. The Jungle Book ist ein epischer Abenteuer-Realfilm über Mogli, ein Menschenjunge, der von einer Wolfsfamilie aufgezogen wurde. Mogli muss den Dschungel.

Within the teeming pages of Rudyard Kipling's two "Jungle" books. Alexander Korda has found inspiration for a lush and extravagant adventure film which came. The Jungle Book ist ein epischer Abenteuer-Realfilm über Mogli, ein Menschenjunge, der von einer Wolfsfamilie aufgezogen wurde. Mogli muss den Dschungel. "The Jungle Book" kommt heute Abend im Free-TV. Alles Wichtige über TV-​Termin, Handlung, Schauspieler und Trailer erfahren Sie hier.

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Bagheera the Panther voice Bruce Reitherman Mowgli the Man Cub voice George Sanders Shere Khan the Tiger voice Sterling Holloway Kaa the Snake voice Louis Prima King Louie of the Apes voice J.

Pat O'Malley Elephant voice Clint Howard Elephant voice Chad Stuart Vulture voice Lord Tim Hudson Vulture voice John Abbott Wolf voice Ben Wright Wolf voice Darleen Carr Edit Storyline Abandoned after an accident, baby Mowgli is taken and raised by a family of wolves.

Taglines: Meet Mowgli, the man cub. Baloo thinks he'll make a darn good bear. Shere Khan thinks he'll make a darn good meal.

Edit Did You Know? Trivia The song "My Own Home" is woven throughout the film until the end when the girl sings it as she lures Mowgli into the man-village.

Goofs During the "Bare Necessities" scene, Baloo is seen picking a pawpaw which he acknowledges by name , a fruit native to North America.

Quotes [ first lines ] Bagheera : Many strange legends are told of these jungles of India, but none so strange as the story of a small boy named Mowgli.

It all began when the silence of the jungle was broken by an unfamiliar sound. It was a man cub! Had I known how deeply I was to be involved, I would've obeyed my first impulse and walked away.

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Edit Details Official Sites: Official site. Country: USA. Language: English. Runtime: 78 min. But Father Wolf knew that the mouth of the cave was too narrow for a tiger to come in by.

What talk is this of choosing? It is I, Shere Khan, who speak! Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons in the darkness, facing the blazing eyes of Shere Khan.

He shall not be killed. He shall live to run with the Pack and to hunt with the Pack; and in the end, look you, hunter of little naked cubs—frog-eater—fish-killer—he shall hunt thee!

Now get hence, or by the Sambhur that I killed I eat no starved cattle , back thou goest to thy mother, burned beast of the jungle, lamer than ever thou camest into the world!

Father Wolf looked on amazed. Shere Khan might have faced Father Wolf, but he could not stand up against Mother Wolf, for he knew that where he was she had all the advantage of the ground, and would fight to the death.

So he backed out of the cave mouth growling, and when he was clear he shouted:. We will see what the Pack will say to this fostering of man-cubs.

The cub is mine, and to my teeth he will come in the end, O bush-tailed thieves! Mother Wolf threw herself down panting among the cubs, and Father Wolf said to her gravely:.

The cub must be shown to the Pack. Wilt thou still keep him, Mother? Look, he has pushed one of my babes to one side already.

And that lame butcher would have killed him and would have run off to the Waingunga while the villagers here hunted through all our lairs in revenge!

Keep him? Assuredly I will keep him. Lie still, little frog. O thou Mowgli—for Mowgli the Frog I will call thee—the time will come when thou wilt hunt Shere Khan as he has hunted thee.

The Law of the Jungle lays down very clearly that any wolf may, when he marries, withdraw from the Pack he belongs to.

But as soon as his cubs are old enough to stand on their feet he must bring them to the Pack Council, which is generally held once a month at full moon, in order that the other wolves may identify them.

After that inspection the cubs are free to run where they please, and until they have killed their first buck no excuse is accepted if a grown wolf of the Pack kills one of them.

The punishment is death where the murderer can be found; and if you think for a minute you will see that this must be so. Father Wolf waited till his cubs could run a little, and then on the night of the Pack Meeting took them and Mowgli and Mother Wolf to the Council Rock—a hilltop covered with stones and boulders where a hundred wolves could hide.

Akela, the great gray Lone Wolf, who led all the Pack by strength and cunning, lay out at full length on his rock, and below him sat forty or more wolves of every size and color, from badger-colored veterans who could handle a buck alone to young black three-year-olds who thought they could.

The Lone Wolf had led them for a year now. He had fallen twice into a wolf trap in his youth, and once he had been beaten and left for dead; so he knew the manners and customs of men.

There was very little talking at the Rock. The cubs tumbled over each other in the center of the circle where their mothers and fathers sat, and now and again a senior wolf would go quietly up to a cub, look at him carefully, and return to his place on noiseless feet.

Sometimes a mother would push her cub far out into the moonlight to be sure that he had not been overlooked.

Look well, O Wolves! Give him to me. What have the Free People to do with the orders of any save the Free People? Look well! Then the only other creature who is allowed at the Pack Council—Baloo, the sleepy brown bear who teaches the wolf cubs the Law of the Jungle: old Baloo, who can come and go where he pleases because he eats only nuts and roots and honey—rose upon his hind quarters and grunted.

I have no gift of words, but I speak the truth. Let him run with the Pack, and be entered with the others. I myself will teach him.

Who speaks besides Baloo? A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk.

Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path; for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant.

But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down. And the Law does not say who may or may not pay that price.

Am I right? The cub can be bought for a price. It is the Law. Besides, he may make better sport for you when he is grown.

Baloo has spoken in his behalf. Is it difficult? He will die in the winter rains. He will scorch in the sun. What harm can a naked frog do us?

Let him run with the Pack. Where is the bull, Bagheera? Let him be accepted. Mowgli was still deeply interested in the pebbles, and he did not notice when the wolves came and looked at him one by one.

Shere Khan roared still in the night, for he was very angry that Mowgli had not been handed over to him. He may be a help in time.

Akela said nothing. He was thinking of the time that comes to every leader of every pack when his strength goes from him and he gets feebler and feebler, till at last he is killed by the wolves and a new leader comes up—to be killed in his turn.

Now you must be content to skip ten or eleven whole years, and only guess at all the wonderful life that Mowgli led among the wolves, because if it were written out it would fill ever so many books.

He grew up with the cubs, though they, of course, were grown wolves almost before he was a child. When he was not learning he sat out in the sun and slept, and ate and went to sleep again.

When he felt dirty or hot he swam in the forest pools; and when he wanted honey Baloo told him that honey and nuts were just as pleasant to eat as raw meat he climbed up for it, and that Bagheera showed him how to do.

He took his place at the Council Rock, too, when the Pack met, and there he discovered that if he stared hard at any wolf, the wolf would be forced to drop his eyes, and so he used to stare for fun.

At other times he would pick the long thorns out of the pads of his friends, for wolves suffer terribly from thorns and burs in their coats.

He would go down the hillside into the cultivated lands by night, and look very curiously at the villagers in their huts, but he had a mistrust of men because Bagheera showed him a square box with a drop gate so cunningly hidden in the jungle that he nearly walked into it, and told him that it was a trap.

He loved better than anything else to go with Bagheera into the dark warm heart of the forest, to sleep all through the drowsy day, and at night see how Bagheera did his killing.

Bagheera killed right and left as he felt hungry, and so did Mowgli—with one exception. That is the Law of the Jungle.

And he grew and grew strong as a boy must grow who does not know that he is learning any lessons, and who has nothing in the world to think of except things to eat.

Mother Wolf told him once or twice that Shere Khan was not a creature to be trusted, and that some day he must kill Shere Khan.

But though a young wolf would have remembered that advice every hour, Mowgli forgot it because he was only a boy—though he would have called himself a wolf if he had been able to speak in any human tongue.

Shere Khan was always crossing his path in the jungle, for as Akela grew older and feebler the lame tiger had come to be great friends with the younger wolves of the Pack, who followed him for scraps, a thing Akela would never have allowed if he had dared to push his authority to the proper bounds.

Bagheera, who had eyes and ears everywhere, knew something of this, and once or twice he told Mowgli in so many words that Shere Khan would kill him some day.

Why should I be afraid? It was one very warm day that a new notion came to Bagheera—born of something that he had heard.

Baloo knows it; I know it; the Pack know it; and even the foolish, foolish deer know. Tabaqui has told thee too. But I caught Tabaqui by the tail and swung him twice against a palm-tree to teach him better manners.

Open those eyes, Little Brother. Shere Khan dare not kill thee in the jungle. But remember, Akela is very old, and soon the day comes when he cannot kill his buck, and then he will be leader no more.

Many of the wolves that looked thee over when thou wast brought to the Council first are old too, and the young wolves believe, as Shere Khan has taught them, that a man-cub has no place with the Pack.

In a little time thou wilt be a man. I have obeyed the Law of the Jungle, and there is no wolf of ours from whose paws I have not pulled a thorn.

Surely they are my brothers! Bagheera stretched himself at full length and half shut his eyes. 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. And because I had learned the ways of men, I became more terrible in the jungle than Shere Khan.

Is it not so? And Mowgli looked at him steadily between the eyes. The big panther turned his head away in half a minute. The others they hate thee because their eyes cannot meet thine; because thou art wise; because thou hast pulled out thorns from their feet—because thou art a man.

Strike first and then give tongue. By thy very carelessness they know that thou art a man. But be wise. It is in my heart that when Akela misses his next kill—and at each hunt it costs him more to pin the buck—the Pack will turn against him and against thee.

They will hold a jungle Council at the Rock, and then—and then—I have it! Get the Red Flower. By Red Flower Bagheera meant fire, only no creature in the jungle will call fire by its proper name.

Every beast lives in deadly fear of it, and invents a hundred ways of describing it. I will get some. Get one swiftly, and keep it by thee for time of need.

Mowgli was far and far through the forest, running hard, and his heart was hot in him. He came to the cave as the evening mist rose, and drew breath, and looked down the valley.

The cubs were out, but Mother Wolf, at the back of the cave, knew by his breathing that something was troubling her frog.

There he checked, for he heard the yell of the Pack hunting, heard the bellow of a hunted Sambhur, and the snort as the buck turned at bay.

Let the Lone Wolf show his strength. Room for the leader of the Pack! Spring, Akela! The Lone Wolf must have sprung and missed his hold, for Mowgli heard the snap of his teeth and then a yelp as the Sambhur knocked him over with his forefoot.

He did not wait for anything more, but dashed on; and the yells grew fainter behind him as he ran into the croplands where the villagers lived.

Then he pressed his face close to the window and watched the fire on the hearth. Halfway up the hill he met Bagheera with the morning dew shining like moonstones on his coat.

They were looking for thee on the hill. I am ready. Now, I have seen men thrust a dry branch into that stuff, and presently the Red Flower blossomed at the end of it.

Art thou not afraid? Why should I fear? I remember now—if it is not a dream—how, before I was a Wolf, I lay beside the Red Flower, and it was warm and pleasant.

All that day Mowgli sat in the cave tending his fire pot and dipping dry branches into it to see how they looked.

He found a branch that satisfied him, and in the evening when Tabaqui came to the cave and told him rudely enough that he was wanted at the Council Rock, he laughed till Tabaqui ran away.

Then Mowgli went to the Council, still laughing. Akela the Lone Wolf lay by the side of his rock as a sign that the leadership of the Pack was open, and Shere Khan with his following of scrap-fed wolves walked to and fro openly being flattered.

When they were all gathered together, Shere Khan began to speak—a thing he would never have dared to do when Akela was in his prime. He will be frightened.

Mowgli sprang to his feet. What has a tiger to do with our leadership? The leadership of the Pack is with the Pack alone.

Now I have missed my kill. Ye know how that plot was made. Ye know how ye brought me up to an untried buck to make my weakness known. It was cleverly done.

Your right is to kill me here on the Council Rock, now. Therefore, I ask, who comes to make an end of the Lone Wolf? For it is my right, by the Law of the Jungle, that ye come one by one.

There was a long hush, for no single wolf cared to fight Akela to the death. What have we to do with this toothless fool? He is doomed to die!

It is the man-cub who has lived too long. Free People, he was my meat from the first. I am weary of this man-wolf folly.

He has troubled the jungle for ten seasons. Give me the man-cub, or I will hunt here always, and not give you one bone.

A man! What has a man to do with us? Let him go to his own place. He is a man, and none of us can look him between the eyes. He has slept with us.

He has driven game for us. He has broken no word of the Law of the Jungle. In truth, I have lived too long. Therefore I know ye to be cowards, and it is to cowards I speak.

But for the sake of the Honor of the Pack,—a little matter that by being without a leader ye have forgotten,—I promise that if ye let the man-cub go to his own place, I will not, when my time comes to die, bare one tooth against ye.

I will die without fighting. That will at least save the Pack three lives. More I cannot do; but if ye will, I can save ye the shame that comes of killing a brother against whom there is no fault—a brother spoken for and bought into the Pack according to the Law of the Jungle.

And most of the wolves began to gather round Shere Khan, whose tail was beginning to switch. Mowgli stood upright—the fire pot in his hands.

Then he stretched out his arms, and yawned in the face of the Council; but he was furious with rage and sorrow, for, wolflike, the wolves had never told him how they hated him.

So I do not call ye my brothers any more, but sag [dogs], as a man should. What ye will do, and what ye will not do, is not yours to say.

That matter is with me; and that we may see the matter more plainly, I, the man, have brought here a little of the Red Flower which ye, dogs, fear.

He flung the fire pot on the ground, and some of the red coals lit a tuft of dried moss that flared up, as all the Council drew back in terror before the leaping flames.

Mowgli thrust his dead branch into the fire till the twigs lit and crackled, and whirled it above his head among the cowering wolves.

He was ever thy friend. Akela, the grim old wolf who had never asked for mercy in his life, gave one piteous look at Mowgli as the boy stood all naked, his long black hair tossing over his shoulders in the light of the blazing branch that made the shadows jump and quiver.

I go from you to my own people—if they be my own people. The jungle is shut to me, and I must forget your talk and your companionship.

But I will be more merciful than ye are. Because I was all but your brother in blood, I promise that when I am a man among men I will not betray ye to men as ye have betrayed me.

But here is a debt to pay before I go. Bagheera followed in case of accidents. Thus and thus, then, do we beat dogs when we are men. Stir a whisker, Lungri, and I ram the Red Flower down thy gullet!

Singed jungle cat—go now! For the rest, Akela goes free to live as he pleases. Ye will not kill him, because that is not my will. Nor do I think that ye will sit here any longer, lolling out your tongues as though ye were somebodies, instead of dogs whom I drive out—thus!

Then something began to hurt Mowgli inside him, as he had never been hurt in his life before, and he caught his breath and sobbed, and the tears ran down his face.

What is it? Am I dying, Bagheera? The jungle is shut indeed to thee henceforward. Let them fall, Mowgli. They are only tears.

But first I must say farewell to my mother. For, listen, child of man, I loved thee more than ever I loved my cubs.

Do not forget me! Tell them in the jungle never to forget me! The dawn was beginning to break when Mowgli went down the hillside alone, to meet those mysterious things that are called men.

All that is told here happened some time before Mowgli was turned out of the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on Shere Khan the tiger.

It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the Law of the Jungle. The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run.

So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them fifty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them.

None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are very ready to fly at an intruder. All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a hundred times.

That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets. What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet?

He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating? He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon.

But what are those Master Words? Come, Little Brother! I know them all. See, O Bagheera, they never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings.

Say the word for the Hunting-People, then—great scholar. What is all this dancing up and down? That is great shame. No one else cared.

The cool of the summer sun! And then, man-cub? They have always lied. Why have I never been taken among the Monkey People?

They stand on their feet as I do. They do not hit me with their hard paws. They play all day. Let me get up!

Bad Baloo, let me up! I will play with them again. They have no law. They are outcasts. They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen, and peep, and wait up above in the branches.

Their way is not our way. They are without leaders. They have no remembrance. They boast and chatter and pretend that they are a great people about to do great affairs in the jungle, but the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter and all is forgotten.

We of the jungle have no dealings with them. We do not drink where the monkeys drink; we do not go where the monkeys go; we do not hunt where they hunt; we do not die where they die.

Hast thou ever heard me speak of the Bandar-log till today? They are very many, evil, dirty, shameless, and they desire, if they have any fixed desire, to be noticed by the Jungle People.

But we do not notice them even when they throw nuts and filth on our heads. He had hardly spoken when a shower of nuts and twigs spattered down through the branches; and they could hear coughings and howlings and angry jumpings high up in the air among the thin branches.

How was I to guess he would play with such dirt. The Monkey People! A fresh shower came down on their heads and the two trotted away, taking Mowgli with them.

What Baloo had said about the monkeys was perfectly true. But whenever they found a sick wolf, or a wounded tiger, or bear, the monkeys would torment him, and would throw sticks and nuts at any beast for fun and in the hope of being noticed.

Then they would howl and shriek senseless songs, and invite the Jungle-People to climb up their trees and fight them, or would start furious battles over nothing among themselves, and leave the dead monkeys where the Jungle-People could see them.

None of the beasts could reach them, but on the other hand none of the beasts would notice them, and that was why they were so pleased when Mowgli came to play with them, and they heard how angry Baloo was.

They never meant to do any more—the Bandar-log never mean anything at all; but one of them invented what seemed to him a brilliant idea, and he told all the others that Mowgli would be a useful person to keep in the tribe, because he could weave sticks together for protection from the wind; so, if they caught him, they could make him teach them.

The Monkey-People, watching in the trees, considered his play most wonderful. This time, they said, they were really going to have a leader and become the wisest people in the jungle—so wise that everyone else would notice and envy them.

Therefore they followed Baloo and Bagheera and Mowgli through the jungle very quietly till it was time for the midday nap, and Mowgli, who was very much ashamed of himself, slept between the Panther and the Bear, resolving to have no more to do with the Monkey People.

The next thing he remembered was feeling hands on his legs and arms—hard, strong, little hands—and then a swash of branches in his face, and then he was staring down through the swaying boughs as Baloo woke the jungle with his deep cries and Bagheera bounded up the trunk with every tooth bared.

Bagheera has noticed us. All the Jungle-People admire us for our skill and our cunning. They have their regular roads and crossroads, up hills and down hills, all laid out from fifty to seventy or a hundred feet above ground, and by these they can travel even at night if necessary.

Two of the strongest monkeys caught Mowgli under the arms and swung off with him through the treetops, twenty feet at a bound. Sick and giddy as Mowgli was he could not help enjoying the wild rush, though the glimpses of earth far down below frightened him, and the terrible check and jerk at the end of the swing over nothing but empty air brought his heart between his teeth.

His escort would rush him up a tree till he felt the thinnest topmost branches crackle and bend under them, and then with a cough and a whoop would fling themselves into the air outward and downward, and bring up, hanging by their hands or their feet to the lower limbs of the next tree.

Sometimes he could see for miles and miles across the still green jungle, as a man on the top of a mast can see for miles across the sea, and then the branches and leaves would lash him across the face, and he and his two guards would be almost down to earth again.

So, bounding and crashing and whooping and yelling, the whole tribe of Bandar-log swept along the tree-roads with Mowgli their prisoner.

For a time he was afraid of being dropped. Then he grew angry but knew better than to struggle, and then he began to think. The first thing was to send back word to Baloo and Bagheera, for, at the pace the monkeys were going, he knew his friends would be left far behind.

It was useless to look down, for he could only see the topsides of the branches, so he stared upward and saw, far away in the blue, Rann the Kite balancing and wheeling as he kept watch over the jungle waiting for things to die.

Rann saw that the monkeys were carrying something, and dropped a few hundred yards to find out whether their load was good to eat. Always pecking at new things are the Bandar-log.

This time, if I have any eye-sight, they have pecked down trouble for themselves, for Baloo is no fledgling and Bagheera can, as I know, kill more than goats.

Meantime, Baloo and Bagheera were furious with rage and grief. Bagheera climbed as he had never climbed before, but the thin branches broke beneath his weight, and he slipped down, his claws full of bark.

It would not tire a wounded cow. Teacher of the Law—cub-beater—a mile of that rolling to and fro would burst thee open.

Sit still and think! Make a plan. This is no time for chasing. They may drop him if we follow too close.

They may have dropped him already, being tired of carrying him. Who can trust the Bandar-log? Put dead bats on my head! Give me black bones to eat!

Roll me into the hives of the wild bees that I may be stung to death, and bury me with the Hyaena, for I am most miserable of bears! O Mowgli, Mowgli!

Why did I not warn thee against the Monkey-Folk instead of breaking thy head? What would the jungle think if I, the Black Panther, curled myself up like Ikki the Porcupine, and howled?

He is wise and well taught, and above all he has the eyes that make the Jungle-People afraid. But and it is a great evil he is in the power of the Bandar-log, and they, because they live in trees, have no fear of any of our people.

He can climb as well as they can. He steals the young monkeys in the night. The whisper of his name makes their wicked tails cold.

Let us go to Kaa. He may be asleep now, and even were he awake what if he would rather kill his own goats? They found him stretched out on a warm ledge in the afternoon sun, admiring his beautiful new coat, for he had been in retirement for the last ten days changing his skin, and now he was very splendid—darting his big blunt-nosed head along the ground, and twisting the thirty feet of his body into fantastic knots and curves, and licking his lips as he thought of his dinner to come.

He is always a little blind after he has changed his skin, and very quick to strike. Kaa was not a poison snake—in fact he rather despised the poison snakes as cowards—but his strength lay in his hug, and when he had once lapped his huge coils round anybody there was no more to be said.

Like all snakes of his breed Kaa was rather deaf, and did not hear the call at first. Then he curled up ready for any accident, his head lowered.

Good hunting, Bagheera. One of us at least needs food. Is there any news of game afoot? A doe now, or even a young buck? I am as empty as a dried well.

He knew that you must not hurry Kaa. He is too big. The branches are not what they were when I was young. Rotten twigs and dry boughs are they all.

I came very near to falling on my last hunt—very near indeed—and the noise of my slipping, for my tail was not tight wrapped around the tree, waked the Bandar-log, and they called me most evil names.

Those nut-stealers and pickers of palm leaves have stolen away our man-cub of whom thou hast perhaps heard. Ikki is full of stories half heard and very badly told.

But a man-thing in their hands is in no good luck. They grow tired of the nuts they pick, and throw them down.

They carry a branch half a day, meaning to do great things with it, and then they snap it in two. That man-thing is not to be envied. We must help their wandering memories.

Now, whither went they with the cub? I take them when they come in my way, but I do not hunt the Bandar-log, or frogs—or green scum on a water-hole, for that matter.

Up, Up! Illo, look up, Baloo of the Seeonee Wolf Pack! Baloo looked up to see where the voice came from, and there was Rann the Kite, sweeping down with the sun shining on the upturned flanges of his wings.

He bade me tell you. I watched. The Bandar-log have taken him beyond the river to the monkey city—to the Cold Lairs.

They may stay there for a night, or ten nights, or an hour. I have told the bats to watch through the dark time. That is my message.

Good hunting, all you below! It is nothing. The boy held the Master Word. They all knew where that place was, but few of the Jungle People ever went there, because what they called the Cold Lairs was an old deserted city, lost and buried in the jungle, and beasts seldom use a place that men have once used.

The wild boar will, but the hunting tribes do not. Besides, the monkeys lived there as much as they could be said to live anywhere, and no self-respecting animal would come within eyeshot of it except in times of drought, when the half-ruined tanks and reservoirs held a little water.

Follow, Baloo. We must go on the quick-foot—Kaa and I. Baloo made one effort to hurry, but had to sit down panting, and so they left him to come on later, while Bagheera hurried forward, at the quick panther-canter.

Kaa said nothing, but, strive as Bagheera might, the huge Rock-python held level with him. When they came to a hill stream, Bagheera gained, because he bounded across while Kaa swam, his head and two feet of his neck clearing the water, but on level ground Kaa made up the distance.

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