Hai , Rama ! Hai , hai , hai ! my children . Softly now , softly ! It is all over . '' Akela and Gray Brother ran to and fro nipping the buffaloes ' legs , and though the herd wheeled once to charge up the ravine again , Mowgli managed to turn Rama , and the others followed him to the wallows . Shere Khan needed no more trampling . He was dead , and the kites were coming for him already . `` Brothers , that was a dog 's death , '' said Mowgli , feeling for the knife he always carried in a sheath round his neck now that he lived with men . `` But he would never have shown fight . His hide will look well on the Council Rock . We must get to work swiftly . '' A boy trained among men would never have dreamed of skinning a ten-foot tiger alone , but Mowgli knew better than anyone else how an animal 's skin is fitted on , and how it can be taken off . But it was hard work , and Mowgli slashed and tore and grunted for an hour , while the wolves lolled out their tongues , or came forward and tugged as he ordered them . Presently a hand fell on his shoulder , and looking up he saw Buldeo with the Tower musket . The children had told the village about the buffalo stampede , and Buldeo went out angrily , only too anxious to correct Mowgli for not taking better care of the herd . The wolves dropped out of sight as soon as they saw the man coming . `` What is this folly ? '' said Buldeo angrily . `` To think that thou canst skin a tiger !
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