Now Rann, the Kite, brings house the night
That Mang, the Bat, sets free --
The herds are shut in byre and hut,
For loosed till dawn are we.
This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and buttocks and claw.
Oh, hear the call! -- Nice hunting all
That support the Jungle Law!
Night-Song in the Jungle.

MOWGLI'S BROTHERS

IT WAS seven o'clock of a really warm evening in the Seeonee hills once Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scraped himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the another to get rid of the sleepy eyed feeling in the tips. Parent Wolf lay with her big gray nose born across her four tumbling, screaky cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave wherever they all lived. "Augrh!" aforesaid Father Wolf, "it is time to hunt again"; and he w