The Jungle Book, Tiger Tiger by Rudyard Kipling, continued. Dedicated to Liam and Zach,

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Hello, this is Richard, and I'm here to continue the story from the Jungle Book called Tiger

Tiger. In the last episode, we heard how Mowgli joined the village and the old men were

gossiping about the rewards for killing the man eating tiger, sheer carna. Now, Mowgli

is going out to look after the village's buffalo for the first time.

The custom of most Indian villages is for a few boys to take the cattle and buffaloes out

to graze in the early morning and bring them back at night. The very cattle that would

trample a man to death, allow themselves to be banged and bullied and shouted at by children

that hardly come up to their noses. So long as the boys keep with the herds, they are safe.

For not even the tiger will charge a mob of cattle, but if they struggle to pick flowers

or hunt lizards, they are sometimes carried off. Mowgli went through the village street

in the door, sitting on the back of Rama, the great herd ball. The slaty blue buffaloes

with their long, backward sweeping horns and savage eyes rose out their buyers one by

one and followed him. And Mowgli made it very clear to the children with him that he was

the master. He beat the buffaloes with a long polished bamboo and told Kamiya, one of

the boys, to graze the cattle by themselves while he went on with the buffaloes and to

be very careful not to stray away from the herd. An Indian grazing ground is all rocks

and scrubs and tussocks and little ravines, among which the herd scatter and disappear.

The buffaloes generally keep the pools and muddy places where they lie wallowing or

basking in the warm mud for hours. Mowgli drove them on to the edge of the plain where

the wine gunga came out of the jungle. And then he dropped from Rama's neck, trotted

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