The Jungle Book, Tiger Tiger by Rudyard Kipling Conclusion

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Hello, this is Richard, and I'm here with the third and final part of Tiger Tiger

from the Jungle Book.

A woman, it was Mursua, ran across to the herd and cried,

Oh, my son, my son! They say thou art a sorcerer who can turn himself into a beast at will.

I do not believe, but go away or they will kill thee.

Bordeaux says thou art a wizard, but I know thou has avenged Nathou's death.

Come back, Mursua!

Shout at the crowd, come back, or we will stone thee.

Mowgli laughed a little short ugly laugh, for a stone had hit him in the mouth.

Run back, Mursua! This is one of the foolish tales they tell under the big tree at dusk.

I have at least paid for thy son's life.

Farewell, and run quickly, for I shall send the herd in more swiftly than their brick

bats. I am no wizard, Mursua. Farewell.

Now once more, Arcayla, he cried, bring the herd in.

The buffaloes were anxious enough to get to the village. They hardly needed Arcayla's

yell, but charged through the gates like a whirlwind, scattering the crowd right and

left.

Keep count! shouted Mowgli scornfully. It may be that I have stolen one of them.

Keep count, for I will do your herding no more. Fare you well, children of men.

And thank Mursua that I do not come in with my wolves and the hunt you up and down your

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