The Jungle Book E-Book

Rudyard Kipling

• Herausgeber: A to Z Classics
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

With A to Z Classics, discover or rediscover all the classics of literature.Contains Active Table of Contents (HTML)Orphaned as a baby, human-boy Mowgli is adopted by wolves, befriended by Baloo the bear, and educated in the wonders and dangers of the Indian jungle. But the adventures of The Jungle Book don’t end with the young man-cub and his unusual new family. Through tales of Kotick the White Seal, Rikki-tikki-tavi the mongoose, and others, readers learn about courage and survival, rules and order, principles and morals, coming-of-age, and the thrill of self-discovery.Rudyard Kipling’s fables reflect both his childhood in India and his vivid imagination, while exploring the relationship between civilization and the wild.

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The Jungle Book

Rudyard Kipling

Chapter 1 Mowgli's Brothers

Chapter 2 Hunting-Song of the Seeonee Pack

Chapter 3 Kaa's Hunting

Chapter 4 Road-Song of the Bandar-Log

Chapter 5 "Tiger! Tiger!"

Chapter 6 Mowgli's Song

Chapter 7 The White Seal

Chapter 8 Lukannon

Chapter 9 "Rikki-Tikki-Tavi"

Chapter 10 Darzee's Chant

Chapter 11 Toomai of the Elephants

Chapter 12 Shiv and the Grasshopper

Chapter 13 Her Majesty's Servants

Chapter 14 Parade Song of the Camp Animals

The Jungle Book

Rudyard Kipling

Published: 1894Categorie(s): Fiction, Fantasy

Chapter1 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, but they call it dewanee–the madness– and run.

“Enter, then, and look,” said Father Wolf stiffly, “but there is no food here.”