white teeth, all these things are the marks of our brothers except Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate.”  But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal more than this.  Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli recited the day’s lesson to Baloo.  The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run.  So Baloo, the Teacher of the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws:  how to tell a rotten branch from a sound one; how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive of them fifty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down among them.  None of the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are very ready to fly at an intruder.  Then, too, Mowgli was taught the Strangers’ Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it is answered, whenever one of the Jungle-People hunts outside his own grounds.  It means, translated, “Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry.”  And the answer is, “Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure.”

All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew very tired of saying the same thing over a hundred times.  But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when Mowgli had been cuffed and run off in a temper, “A man’s cub is a man’s cub, and he must learn all the Law of the Jungle.”

“But think how small he is,” said the Black Panther, who would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way.  “How can his little head carry all thy long talk?”

“Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed?  No.  That is why I teach him these things, and that is why I hit him, very softly, when he forgets.”

“Softly!  What dost thou know of softness, old Iron-feet?” Bagheera grunted.  “His face is all bruised today by thy—­softness.  Ugh.”

“Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me who love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance,” Baloo answered very earnestly.  “I am now teaching him the Master Words of the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, except his own pack.  He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle.  Is not that worth a little beating?”

“Well, look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub.  He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon.  But what are those Master Words?  I am more likely to give help than to ask it”—­Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue, ripping-chisel talons at the end of it—­“still I should like to know.”

“I will call Mowgli and he shall say them—­if he will.  Come, Little Brother!”

“My head is ringing like a bee tree,” said a sullen little voice over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk very angry and indignant, adding as he reached the ground:  “I come for Bagheera and not for thee, fat old Baloo!”