jbc:3898 - jbc:1179
These are the Four that are never content, that have never be filled since the Dews began--
Jacala's mouth, and the glut of the Kite, and the hands of the Ape, and the Eyes of Man.
The King's Ankus.
All things made he--Shiva the Preserver.
Mahadeo! Mahadeo! He made all--
Thorn for the camel, fodder for the kine,
And mother's heart for sleepy head, O little son of mine!
Toomai Of The Elephants.
Luckily, the Law of the Jungle had taught him to keep his temper, for in the jungle life and food depend on keeping your temper;
For summer gales and Killer Whales
Are bad for baby seals.
Are bad for baby seals, dear rat,
As bad as bad can be;
But splash and grow strong,
And you can't be wrong.
Child of the Open Sea!
The White Seal.
He knew that when the Jungle moves only white men can hope to turn it aside.
Letting in the Jungle.
With good luck, a keen eye, and the custom of considering whether a creek or a backwater has an outlet to it ere you ascend, much may be done.