The Jungle Book E-Book

Rudyard Kipling

• Herausgeber: Passerino Editore
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

"The Jungle Book" (1894) is a collection of stories by English author Rudyard Kipling. The stories were first published in magazines in 1893–94. The tales in the book are fables, using animals in an anthropomorphic manner to give moral lessons. The author Joseph Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) was an English short-story writer, poet, and novelist. He wrote tales and poems of British soldiers in India and stories for children. He was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India, and was taken by his family to England when he was five years old.

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Table of contents

Mowgli’s Brothers

Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack

Road-Song of the Bandar-Log

‘Tiger! Tiger!’

Mowgli’s Song

The White Seal

Lukannon

“Rikki-Tikki-Tavi”

Darzee’s Chant

Toomai of the Elephants

Shiv and the Grasshopper

Her Majesty’s Servants

Parade Song of the Camp Animals

Credits

The Jungle Book

(1893-1894) 

by 

Rudyard Kipling

Mowgli’s Brothers

Now Rann the Kite brings home the night

That Mang the Bat sets free—

The herds are shut in byre and hut

For loosed till dawn are we.

This is the hour of pride and power,

Talon and tush and claw.

Oh, hear the call!—Good hunting all

That keep the Jungle Law!

Night-Song in the Jungle

It was seven o’clock of a very warm evening in the

Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day’s rest,

scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after

the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips.

Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her

four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into

the mouth of the cave where they all lived. ‘Augrh!’ said Father

Wolf. ‘It is time to hunt again.’ He was going to spring

down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the

threshold and whined: ‘Good luck go with you, O Chief of

the Wolves. And good luck and strong white teeth go with

noble children that they may never forget the hungry in this

world.’

It was the jackal—Tabaqui, the Dish-licker—and the

wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making

mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of

leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid

of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the

jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was

ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting

everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when

little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful

thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia,