me.  Why? 
Wolf Pack, ye have cast me out too.  The Jungle is shut to me and the
   village gates are shut.  Why? 
As Mang flies between the beasts and birds so fly I between the
   village and the Jungle.  Why? 
I dance on the hide of Shere Khan, but my heart is very heavy.  My
   mouth is cut and wounded with the stones from the village, but
   my heart is very light, because I have come back to the Jungle. 
   Why? 
These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the
   spring.  The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it
   falls.  Why? 
I am two Mowglis, but the hide of Shere Khan is under my feet. 
All the Jungle knows that I have killed Shere Khan.  Look, look
   well, O Wolves! 
Ahae! my heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand.

TODS’ AMENDMENT.

The World hath set its heavy yoke
Upon the old white-bearded folk
Who strive to please the King. 
God’s mercy is upon the young,
God’s wisdom in the baby tongue
That fears not anything. 
The Parable of Chajju Bhagat.

Now Tods’ Mamma was a singularly charming woman, and every one in Simla knew Tods.  Most men had saved him from death on occasions.  He was beyond his ayah’s control altogether, and perilled his life daily to find out what would happen if you pulled a Mountain Battery mule’s tail.  He was an utterly fearless young Pagan, about six years old, and the only baby who ever broke the holy calm of the Supreme Legislative Council.

It happened this way:  Tods’ pet kid got loose, and fled up the hill, off the Boileaugunge Road, Tods after it, until it burst in to the Viceregal Lodge lawn, then attached to ‘Peterhoff.’  The Council were sitting at the time, and the windows were open because it was warm.  The Red Lancer in the porch told Tods to go away; but Tods knew the Red Lancer and most of the Members of Council personally.  Moreover, he had firm hold of the kid’s collar, and was being dragged all across the flower-beds.  ’Give my salaam to the long Councillor Sahib, and ask him to help me take Moti back!’ gasped Tods.  The Council heard the noise through the open windows; and, after an interval, was seen the shocking spectacle of a Legal Member and a Lieutenant-Governor helping, under the direct patronage of a Commander-in-Chief and a Viceroy, one small and very dirty boy, in a sailor’s suit and a tangle of brown hair, to coerce a lively and rebellious kid.  They headed it off down the path to the Mall, and Tods went home in triumph and told his Mamma that all the Councillor Sahibs had been helping him to catch Moti.  Whereat his Mamma smacked Tods for interfering with the administration of the Empire; but Tods met the Legal Member the next day, and told him in confidence that if the Legal Member ever wanted to catch a goat, he, Tods, would give him all the help in his power.  ‘Thank you, Tods,’ said the Legal Member.