The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1894-12-23

from a little above his heel to the crest
Of his shoulder, leaving white mark
MowgH threw out his hand, and as
HATH wheeled, the moonlight showed
long white scar on his side as though
he had been struck with a red-llot
whip. Men came to take him from the
trap, Mowgli continued, but ne broke
his ropes, for he was strong, and ne
vent away I'll. his wound was cesled.
And I remember now that he had three
sons. These things happened many.
many rains ago. and very Tar a Wa "
among the fields of Bhirsp5re. Who
came to those fields al the next rap
ing. Hathi?n
They were reaped iy me and my
four sons" said Mowgli
And to the plous aing that follows
the reaping 2" said Niowgli.
There was no ploughing, sad
HATH
And to the men that live by the.
green crops on the gf5and?s said
MowgM
They went away.
z 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
Hathi.
And what more besides said
Mowgli.
AS much good ground as can
walk over in two nights from the east
to the west, and from the north to the
south as much as I can walk over in
three nights, the jungle took. We Ter
in the jungle upon five villages, and in
those villages and in their lands. the
grazing grounds and the soft crop
grounds. there is not one man today
who gets his food from the ground.
That was the sack of the fields of
Bhurtpore, which and my three sons
did, and now I ask, Mancub how the
Arid now see even Buideo can speak
the truth.
"a man told me. 1t was well done,
Hathi, with the white mark; but
second time it can be done better, for
the reason that there is man to d.
rect Thou knowest the village Of the
man-pack that cast me out2 They are
idle, senseless and cruel; they play with
their mouths and they do not kill the
weaker for food but for sport When
they are full fed they would throw
their own breed into the Red Flower.
1t is not well that they should live
here any more. / am tired of them"
Kill, them. said the youngest OF
HathfS three sons, picking up a tuft of
grass. busting it against his fore-legs.
and throwing 1t away, while his little
red eyes glanced furtively from side to
side.
What good are white bones to me?''
Mowgli answered argrily. Am I cuD
of a wolf to play in the sun with a raw
head? / have killed Shere Khan. and
his hide rots on the Council Rock. but
but I do not know where Shere Khan
is gone, and my stomach is still empty.
Now will take that which ] can see
and touch. Let in the jungle upon the
village, Hathi!'
BaIheera sflivered and covered down.
He could understand, if the worst came
to the worst, a quick rush down the
village street, and right and left blow
into a crowd, or systematic killing Of
men as they ploughed in the twilight,
but their scheme for deliberately blot
ting out an entire village from the eyes
of man and beast frightened him. Now
he saw why Mowgli had sent for Hatili
No one but the long-Hved elephant
could plan and carry through such a
war
Let them run as the men ran from
the fields of Bhurtpore. till we have
the rain water for the only plough and
the noise of the rain on the thick
leaves for the pattering of the spindles
till Bagheera and I lair in the house
of the Brahmin, and the buck drink at
the tank behind the temple. Let in the
jungle, Hathir'
'But but we have no quarrel with
them, and it needs the red rage of