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Pack meets with Pack in the Jungle, and neither will go from the trail,

      Lie down till the leaders have spoken – it may be fair words shall prevail.

      When ye fight with a Wolf of the Pack, ye must fight him alone and afar,

      Lest others take part in the quarrel, and the Pack be diminished by war.

      The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, and where he has made him his home,

      Not even the Head Wolf may enter, not even the Council may come.

      The Lair of the Wolf is his refuge, but where he has digged it too plain,

      The Council shall send him a message, and so he shall change it again.

      If ye kill before midnight, be silent, and wake not the woods with your bay,

      Lest ye frighten the deer from the crops, and the brothers go empty away.

      Ye may kill for yourselves, and your mates, and your cubs as they need, and ye can;

      But kill not for pleasure of killing, and seven times never kill Man.

      If ye plunder his Kill from a weaker, devour not all in thy pride;

      Pack-Right is the right of the meanest; so leave him the head and the hide.

      The Kill of the Pack is the meat of the Pack. Ye must eat where it lies;

      And no one may carry away of that meat to his lair, or he dies.

      The Kill of the Wolf is the meat of the Wolf. He may do what he will,

      But, till he has given permission, the Pack may not eat of that Kill.

      Cub-Right is the right of the Yearling. From all of his Pack he may claim

      Full-gorge when the killer has eaten; and none may refuse him the same.

      Lair-Right is the right of the Mother. From all of her year she may claim

      One haunch of each kill for her litter, and none may deny her the same.

      Cave-Right is the right of the Father – to hunt by himself for his own:

      He is freed of all calls to the Pack; he is judged by the Council alone.

      Because of his age and his cunning, because of his gripe and his paw,

      In all that the Law leaveth open, the word of the Head Wolf is Law.

      Now these are the Laws of the Jungle, and many and mighty are they;

      But the head and the hoof of the Law and the haunch and the hump is – Obey!

      THE MIRACLE OF PURUN BHAGAT

      The night we felt the earth would move

      We stole and plucked him by the hand,

      Because we loved him with the love

      That knows but cannot understand.

      And when the roaring hillside broke,

      And all our world fell down in rain,

      We saved him, we the Little Folk;

      But lo! he does not come again!

      Mourn now, we saved him for the sake

      Of such poor love as wild ones may.

      Mourn ye! Our brother will not wake,

      And his own kind drive us away!

Dirge of the Langurs.THE MIRACLE OF PURUN BHAGAT

      There was once a man in India who was Prime Minister of one of the semi-independent native States in the northwestern part of the country. He was a Brahmin, so high-caste that caste ceased to have any particular meaning for him; and his father had been an important official in the gay-colored tag-rag and bobtail of an old-fashioned Hindu Court. But as Purun Dass grew up he felt that the old order of things was changing, and that if any one wished to get on in the world he must stand well with the English, and imitate all that the English believed to be good. At the same time a native official must keep his own master's favor. This was a difficult game, but the quiet, close-mouthed young Brahmin, helped by a good English education at a Bombay University, played it coolly, and rose, step by step, to be Prime Minister of the kingdom. That is to say, he held more real power than his master, the Maharajah.

      When the old king – who was suspicious of the English, their railways and telegraphs – died, Purun Dass stood high with his young successor, who had been tutored by an Englishman; and between them, though he always took care that his master should have the credit, they established schools for little girls, made roads, and started State dispensaries and shows of agricultural implements, and published a yearly blue-book on the "Moral and Material Progress of the State," and the Foreign Office and the Government of India were delighted. Very few native States take up English progress altogether, for they will not believe, as Purun Dass showed he did, that what was good for the Englishman must be twice as good for the Asiatic. The Prime Minister became the honored friend of Viceroys and Governors, and Lieutenant-Governors, and medical missionaries, and common missionaries, and hard-riding English officers who came to shoot in the State preserves, as well as of whole hosts of tourists who traveled up and down India in the cold weather, showing how things ought to be managed. In his spare time he would endow scholarships for the study of medicine and manufactures on strictly English lines, and write letters to the "Pioneer," the greatest Indian daily paper, explaining his master's aims and objects.

      At last he went to England on a visit, and had to pay enormous sums to the priests when he came back; for even so high-caste a Brahmin as Purun Dass lost caste by crossing the black sea. In London he met and talked with every one worth knowing – men whose names go all over the world – and saw a great deal more than he said. He was given honorary degrees by learned universities, and he made speeches and talked of Hindu social reform to English ladies in evening dress, till all London cried, "This is the most fascinating man we have ever met at dinner since cloths were first laid."

      When he returned to India there was a blaze of glory, for the Viceroy himself made a special visit to confer upon the Maharajah the Grand Cross of the Star of India – all diamonds and ribbons and enamel; and at the same ceremony, while the cannon boomed, Purun Dass was made a Knight Commander of the Order of the Indian Empire; so that his name stood Sir Purun Dass, K.C.I.E.

      That evening, at dinner in the big Viceregal tent, he stood up with the badge and the collar of the Order on his breast, and replying to the toast of his master's health, made a speech few Englishmen could have bettered.

      Next month, when the city had returned to its sunbaked quiet, he did a thing no Englishman would have dreamed of doing; for, so far as the world's affairs went, he died. The jeweled order of his knighthood went back to the Indian Government, and a new Prime Minister was appointed to the charge of affairs, and a great game of General Post began in all the subordinate appointments. The priests knew what had happened and the people guessed; but India is the one place in the world where a man can do as he pleases and nobody asks why; and the fact that Dewan Sir Purun Dass, K.C.I.E., had resigned position, palace, and power, and taken up the begging-bowl and ocher-colored dress of a Sunnyasi or holy man, was considered nothing extraordinary. He had been, as the Old Law recommends, twenty years a youth, twenty years a fighter, – though he had never carried a weapon in his life, – and twenty years head of a household. He had used his wealth and his power for what he knew both to be worth; he had taken honor when it came his way; he had seen men and cities far and near, and men and cities had stood up and honored him. Now he would let these things go, as a man drops the cloak he no longer needs.

      Behind him, as he walked through the city gates, an antelope skin and brass-handled crutch under his arm, and a begging-bowl of polished brown coco-de-mer in his hand, barefoot, alone, with eyes cast on the ground – behind him they were firing salutes from the bastions in honor of his happy successor. Purun Dass nodded. All that life was ended; and he bore it no more ill-will or good-will than a man bears to a colorless

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