The Jungle Book

The Jungle Book Summary

The Jungle Book by Rudyard Kipling is a classic collection of stories published in 1894, featuring the adventures of Mowgli, a boy raised by wolves in the Indian jungle. The tales explore themes of survival, identity, and the laws of nature, introducing readers to memorable characters like Baloo the bear, Bagheera the panther, and Shere Khan the tiger.

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The Jungle Book Excerpt

Short Summary: The Jungle Book is a collection of stories that revolve around Mowgli, a young boy raised by wolves in the Indian jungle. Guided by his animal mentors, Baloo the bear and Bagheera the panther, Mowgli learns the laws of the jungle while facing challenges from foes like Shere Khan the tiger. The book also includes other tales, such as the courageous mongoose Rikki-Tikki-Tavi and the adventurous white seal Kotick.

Excerpt:

It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day's rest, scratched himself, yawned, and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips. Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling, squealing cubs, and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived. "Augrh!" said Father Wolf, "it is time to hunt again"; and he was going to spring downhill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined: "Good luck go with you, O Chief of the Wolves; and good luck and strong white teeth go with the noble children, that they may never forget the hungry in this world."

It was the jackal Tabaqui, the Dish-licker, and the wolves of India despise Tabaqui because he runs about making mischief, and telling tales, and eating rags and pieces of leather from the village rubbish-heaps. But they are afraid of him too, because Tabaqui, more than anyone else in the jungle, is apt to go mad, and then he forgets that he was ever afraid of anyone, and runs through the forest biting everything in his way. Even the tiger runs and hides when little Tabaqui goes mad, for madness is the most disgraceful thing that can overtake a wild creature. We call it hydrophobia, but they call it dewanee—the madness—and run.

"Enter, then, and look," said Father Wolf, stiffly; "but there is no food here."

"For a wolf, no," said Tabaqui; "but for so mean a person as myself a dry bone is a good feast. Who are we, the Gidur-log [the Jackal People], to pick and choose?" He scuttled to the back of the cave, where he found the bone of a buck with some meat on it, and sat cracking the end merrily.

"All thanks for this good meal," he said, licking his lips. "How beautiful are the noble children! How large are their eyes! And so young too! Indeed, indeed, I might have remembered that the children of kings are men from the beginning."

Now, Tabaqui knew as well as anyone else that there is nothing so unlucky as to compliment children to their faces; it pleased him to see Mother and Father Wolf look uncomfortable.

Tabaqui sat still, rejoicing in the mischief that he had made, and then he said spitefully: "Shere Khan, the Big One, has shifted his hunting-grounds. He will hunt among these hills for the next moon, so he has told me."

Shere Khan was the tiger who lived near the Waingunga River, twenty miles away.

"He has no right!" Father Wolf began angrily—"By the Law of the Jungle he has no right to change his quarters without due warning. He will frighten every head of game within ten miles, and I—I have to kill for two, these days."

"His mother did not call him Lungri [the Lame One] for nothing," said Mother Wolf, quietly. "He has been lame in one foot from his birth. That is why he has only killed cattle. Now the villagers of the Waingunga are angry with him, and he has come here to make our villagers angry. They will scour the jungle for him when he is far away, and we and our children must run when the grass is set alight. Indeed, we are very grateful to Shere Khan!"

"Shall I tell him of your gratitude?" said Tabaqui.

"Out!" snapped Father Wolf. "Out and hunt with thy master. Thou hast done harm enough for one night."

"I go," said Tabaqui, quietly. "Ye can hear Shere Khan below in the thickets. I might have saved myself the message."

Father Wolf listened, and below in the valley that ran down to a little river he heard the dry, angry, snarly, sing-song whine of a tiger who has caught nothing and does not care if all the jungle knows it.

"The fool!" said Father Wolf. "To begin a night’s work with that noise! Does he think that our buck are like his fat Waingunga bullocks?"

Mother Wolf shook herself clear of the cubs and sprang forward, her eyes, like two green moons, shining in the darkness, facing the entrance of the cave where she could see the tiger’s striped hide.

"And it is neither bullock nor buck that he hunts tonight," said Tabaqui. "It is Man."

Thus begins the thrilling adventure of Mowgli, the man-cub raised in the jungle, destined to learn the ways of both man and beast, and to face his greatest enemy, Shere Khan."