The Kipling Reader eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about The Kipling Reader.

The Kipling Reader eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 243 pages of information about The Kipling Reader.

‘Let them breathe, Akela,’ he said, holding up his hand.  ’They have not winded him yet.  I must tell Shere Khan who comes.  We have him in a trap.’

He put his hands to his mouth and shouted down the ravine,—­it was almost like shouting down a tunnel,—­and the echoes jumped from rock to rock.

After a long time there came back the drawling, sleepy snarl of a full-fed tiger just wakened.

‘Who calls?’ said Shere Khan, and a splendid peacock fluttered up out of the ravine screeching.

’I, Mowgli.  Cattle thief, it is time to come to the Council Rock!  Down—­hurry them down, Akela!  Down, Rama, down!’

The herd paused for an instant at the edge of the slope, but Akela gave tongue in the full hunting yell, and they pitched over one after the other just as steamers shoot rapids, the sand and stones spurting up round them.  Once started, there was no chance of stopping, and before they were fairly in the bed of the ravine Rama winded Shere Khan and bellowed.

‘Ha!  Ha!’ said Mowgli, on his back.  ‘Now thou knowest!’ and the torrent of black horns, foaming muzzles, and staring eyes whirled down the ravine just as boulders go down in flood-time; the weaker buffaloes being shouldered out to the sides of the ravine where they tore through the creepers.  They knew what the business was before them—­the terrible charge of the buffalo herd against which no tiger can hope to stand.  Shere Khan heard the thunder of their hoofs, picked himself up and lumbered down the ravine, looking from side to side for some way of escape, but the walls of the ravine were straight and he had to hold on, heavy with his dinner and drink, willing to do anything rather than fight.  The herd splashed through the pool he had just left, bellowing till the narrow cut rang.  Mowgli heard an answering bellow from the foot of the ravine, saw Shere Khan turn (the tiger knew if the worst came to the worst it was better to meet the bulls than the cows with their calves), and then Rama tripped, and stumbled, and went on again over something soft, and, with the bulls at his heels, crashed full into the other herd, while the weaker buffaloes were lifted clean off their feet by the shock of the meeting.  That charge carried both herds out into the plain, goring and stamping and snorting.  Mowgli watched his time, and slipped off Rama’s neck, laying about right and left with his stick.

’Quick, Akela!  Break them up.  Scatter them, or they will be fighting one another.  Drive them away, Akela. Hai, Rama! Hai! hai! hai! my children.  Softly now, softly!  It is all over.’

Akela and Gray Brother ran to and fro nipping the buffaloes’ legs, and though the herd wheeled once to charge up the ravine again, Mowgli managed to turn Rama, and the others followed him to the wallows.

Shere Khan needed no more trampling.  He was dead, and the kites were coming for him already.

‘Brothers, that was a dog’s death,’ said Mowgli, feeling for the knife he always carried in a sheath round his neck now that he lived with men.  ’But he would never have shown fight. Wallah! his hide will look well on the Council Rock.  We must get to work swiftly.’

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