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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Second Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling: with his cubs. It was Won-tolla, the Outlier, and he said never
a word, but continued his horrible sport beside the dholes.
They had been long in the water now, and were swimming wearily,
their coats drenched and heavy, their bushy tails dragging like
sponges, so tired and shaken that they, too, were silent,
watching the pair of blazing eyes that moved abreast.
"This is no good hunting," said one, panting.
"Good hunting!" said Mowgli, as he rose boldly at the brute's
side, and sent the long knife home behind the shoulder, pushing
hard to avoid his dying snap.
"Art thou there, Man-cub?" said Won-tolla across the water.
The Second Jungle Book |
