THE FACE OF THE FIELDS 15 



She weaves — fresh robes for mangled earth; 

 She sings — fresh hopes for desperate things. 



" For the rest," says Hathi, most unscientific of 

 elephants, in the most impossible of Jungle Sto- 

 ries, " for the rest, Fear walks up and down the 

 Jungle by day and by night. . . . And only when 

 there is one great Fear over all, as there is now, 

 can we of the Jungle lay aside our little fears and 

 meet together in one place as we do now." 



Now, the law of the Indian Jungle is as old 

 and as true as the sky, and just as widespread and 

 as all-encompassing. It is the identical law of my 

 New England pastures. It obtains here as it holds 

 far away yonder. The trouble is all with Hathi. 

 Hathi has lived so long in a British camp, has 

 seen so few men but British soldiers, and has felt 

 so little law but British military law in India, that 

 very naturally Hathi gets the military law and the 

 Jungle law mixed up. 



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 ! 



else one of the little fears, or the BIG FEAR, 

 will get you ! 



