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mowgli was far and far through the forest running hard and his heart was hot in him he came to the cave as the evening mist rose and drew breath and looked

down the valley. The cubs were out, but Mother Wolf at the back of the cave knew by his breathing

that something was troubling her frog. What is it, son, she said. Some bat chatter of sheer khan he called back i hunt among the ploughed fields to-night

he plunged downward through the bushes to the stream at the bottom of the valley there he checked for he heard the yell of the pack hunting heard the bellow a hunted samba, the snort as the buck turned at bay.

Then there were wicked bitter howls from the young wolves.

Let the lone wolf show his strength.

Room for the leader of the pack.

Spring, Ackler!

The lone wolf must have sprung and missed his hold, for Mowgli

heard the snap of his teeth, and then a yell as the Samba knocked him over with his forfeit.

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