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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."
"For a wolf,
no," said Tabaqui, "but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is
a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the jackal people], to pick and
choose?" He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a
buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.
"All thanks for
this good meal," he said, licking his lips.
"How beautiful
are the noble children! How large are their eyes!
And so young too!
Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings are men from
the beginning." Now, Tabaqui knew as
well as anyone else that there is nothing so unlucky as to compliment children
to their faces. It pleased him to see Mother and Father Wolf look
uncomfortable.
"Shere Khan, the
Big One, has shifted his hunting grounds. He will hunt among these hills for
the next moon, so he has told me."
Shere Khan was the
tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.
"He has no
right!" Father Wolf began angrily--"By the Law of the Jungle he has
no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will frighten every
head of game within ten miles, and I--I have to kill for two, these days." "His mother did
not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing," said Mother Wolf quietly.
"He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only
killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he
has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him
when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the
grass is set alight.
Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!" "Shall I tell
him of your gratitude?" said Tabaqui.
"Out!"
snapped Father Wolf. "Out and hunt with thy master. Thou hast done harm
enough for one night." "I go,"
said Tabaqui quietly. "Ye can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I
might have saved myself the message." Father Wolf listened,
and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he heard the dry,
angry, snarly, singsong whine of a tiger who has caught othing and does not
care if all the jungle knows it.
"The fool!"
said Father Wolf. "To begin a night's work with that noise! Does he think
that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?" "H'sh. It is
neither bullock nor buck he hunts to-night," said Mother Wolf. "It is
Man." The whine had changed
to a sort of humming purr that seemed to come from every quarter of the
compass. It was the noise that bewilders woodcutters and gypsies sleeping in
the open, and makes them run sometimes into the very mouth of the tiger.
1.
Father
Wolf woke up because
( ) His alarm clock went off
(
) The moon woke him up
( ) He has to hunt for food to feed his family
2.
Tabaqui
the jackal is
( ) Popular and likable with the wolves
( ) Unpopular and disliked
( ) Admired for hunting and storytelling
3.
Tabaqui
found a bone in the cave and thanked the wolves by
( ) Telling them the local news and gossip
( ) Complimenting the children
( ) Scaring them and inviting bad luck
4.
Father
Wolf was angry because
( ) Shere khan the tiger had chosen a
different hunting
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( )
The people in the village have started Fires
( ) His falimy is too big to feed
5.
Shere
Khan the tiger is hunting
( ) Man
( )
Wolves and jackals
( )
Bullocks and cattle
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