Kipling shows his love of the sub continent and its people and understanding of their beliefs in these tales. An older Mowgli roams the jungle with his old friends and investigates the ways of his people, a Prime Minister becomes wandering holy man, scavengers tell their tale and we leave India for the far,far north of Canada.

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The stream is shrunk the pool is dry, And we be comrades, thou and I; With fevered jowl and dusty flank Each jostling each along the bank; And by one drouthy fear made still, Forgoing thought of quest or kill. Now 'neath his dam the fawn may see, The lean Pack wolf as cowed as he, And the tall buck, unflinching, note The fangs that tore his father's throat. The pools are shrunk the streams are dry, And we be playmates, thou and I, Till yonder cloud Good Hunting! loose The rain that breaks our Water Truce... Continue reading book >>