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the grass stems heard him, and began to troop down one after another to see if he had spoken the truth.

       "IT IS ALL OVER." "IT IS ALL OVER."

      Rikki-tikki curled himself up in the grass and slept where he was—slept and slept till it was late in the afternoon, for he had done a hard day's work.

      "Now," he said, when he awoke, "I will go back to the house. Tell the Coppersmith, Darzee, and he will tell the garden that Nagaina is dead."

      The Coppersmith is a bird who makes a noise exactly like the beating of a little hammer on a copper pot; and the reason he is always making it is because he is the town-crier to every Indian garden, and tells all the news to everybody who cares to listen. As Rikki-tikki went up the path, he heard his "attention" notes like a tiny dinner-gong; and then the steady "Ding-dong-tock! Nag is dead—dong! Nagaina is dead! Ding-dong-tock!" That set all the birds in the garden singing, and the frogs croaking; for Nag and Nagaina used to eat frogs as well as little birds.

      When Rikki got to the house, Teddy and Teddy's mother (she looked very white still, for she had been fainting) and Teddy's father came out and almost cried over him; and that night he ate all that was given him till he could eat no more, and went to bed on Teddy's shoulder, where Teddy's mother saw him when she came to look late at night.

      "He saved our lives and Teddy's life," she said to her husband. "Just think, he saved all our lives."

      Rikki-tikki woke up with a jump, for all the mongooses are light sleepers.

      "Oh, it's you," said he. "What are you bothering for? All the cobras are dead; and if they weren't, I'm here."

      Rikki-tikki had a right to be proud of himself; but he did not grow too proud, and he kept that garden as a mongoose should keep it, with tooth and jump and spring and bite, till never a cobra dared show its head inside the walls.

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      (Sung in Honor of Rikki-Tikki-Tavi)

      Singer and tailor am I—

       Doubled the joys that I know—

       Proud of my lilt through the sky,

       Proud of the house that I sew—

      Over and under, so weave I my music—so weave I the house that I sew.

       Sing to your fledglings again,

       Mother, oh lift up your head!

       Evil that plagued us is slain,

       Death in the garden lies dead.

      Terror that hid in the roses is impotent—flung on the dung-hill and dead!

       Who hath delivered us, who?

       Tell me his nest and his name.

       Rikki, the valiant, the true,

       Tikki, with eyeballs of flame.

      Rik-tikki-tikki, the ivory-fanged, the hunter with eyeballs of flame.

       Give him the Thanks of the Birds,

       Bowing with tail-feathers spread!

       Praise him with nightingale words—

       Nay, I will praise him instead.

      Hear! I will sing you the praise of the bottle-tailed Rikki, with eyeballs of red!

      (Here Rikki-tikki interrupted, and the rest of the song is lost.)

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      I will remember what I was, I am sick of rope and chain—

       I will remember my old strength and all my forest affairs.

       I will not sell my back to man for a bundle of sugar-cane,

       I will go out to my own kind, and the wood-folk in their lairs.

       I will go out until the day, until the morning break,

       Out to the winds' untainted kiss, the waters' clean caress:

       I will forget my ankle-ring and snap my picket-stake.

       I will revisit my lost loves, and playmates masterless!

       Toomai of the Elephants

      KALA NAG, which means Black Snake, had served the Indian Government in every way that an elephant could serve it for forty-seven years, and as he was fully twenty years old when he was caught, that makes him nearly seventy—a ripe age for an elephant. He remembered pushing, with a big leather pad on his forehead, at a gun stuck in deep mud, and that was before the Afghan war of 1842, and he had not then come to his full strength. His mother, Radha Pyari,—Radha the darling,—who had been caught in the same drive with Kala Nag, told him, before his little milk tusks had dropped out, that elephants who were afraid always got hurt: and Kala Nag knew that that advice was good, for the first time that he saw a shell burst he backed, screaming, into a stand of piled rifles, and the bayonets pricked him in all his softest places. So, before he was twenty-five, he gave up being afraid, and so he was the best-loved and the best-looked-after elephant in the service of the Government of India. He had carried tents, twelve hundred pounds' weight of tents, on the march in Upper India: he had been hoisted into a ship at the end of a steam-crane and taken for days across the water, and made to carry a mortar on his back in a strange and rocky country very far from India, and had seen the Emperor Theodore lying dead in Magdala, and had come back again in the steamer entitled, so the soldiers said, to the Abyssinian war medal. He had seen his fellow-elephants die of cold and epilepsy and starvation and sunstroke up at a place called Ali Musjid, ten years later; and afterward he had been sent down thousands of miles south to haul and pile big baulks of teak in the timber-yards at Moulmein. There he had half killed an insubordinate young elephant who was shirking his fair share of the work.

       "KALA NAG WAS THE BEST-LOVED ELEPHANT IN THE SERVICE." "KALA NAG WAS THE BEST-LOVED ELEPHANT IN THE SERVICE."

      After that he was taken off timber-hauling, and employed, with a few score other elephants who were trained to the business, in helping to catch wild elephants among the Garo hills. Elephants are very strictly preserved by the Indian Government. There is one whole department which does nothing else but hunt them, and catch them, and break them in, and send them up and down the country as they are needed for work.

      Kala Nag stood ten fair feet at the shoulders, and his tusks had been cut off short at five feet, and bound round the ends, to prevent them splitting, with bands of copper; but he could do more with those stumps than any untrained elephant could do with the real sharpened ones.

      When, after weeks and weeks of cautious driving of scattered elephants across the hills, the forty or fifty wild monsters were driven into the last stockade, and the big drop-gate, made of tree-trunks lashed together, jarred down behind them, Kala Nag, at the word of command, would go into that flaring, trumpeting pandemonium (generally at night, when the flicker of the torches made it difficult to judge distances), and, picking out the biggest and wildest tusker of the mob, would hammer him and hustle him into quiet while the men on the backs of the other elephants roped and tied the smaller ones.

      There was nothing in the way of fighting that Kala Nag, the old wise Black Snake, did not know, for he had stood up more than once in his time to the charge of the wounded tiger, and, curling up his soft trunk to be out of harm's way, had knocked the springing brute sideways in mid-air with a quick sickle-cut

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