There is a great assembly in his honor . Alala ! I have no cloth to wrap me . The kites will see that I am naked . I am ashamed to meet all these people . Lend me thy coat , Shere Khan . Lend me thy gay striped coat that I may go to the Council Rock . By the Bull that bought me I made a promise -- a little promise . Only thy coat is lacking before I keep my word . With the knife , with the knife that men use , with the knife of the hunter , I will stoop down for my gift . Waters of the Waingunga , Shere Khan gives me his coat for the love that he bears me . Pull , Gray Brother ! Pull , Akela ! Heavy is the hide of Shere Khan . The Man Pack are angry . They throw stones and talk child 's talk . My mouth is bleeding . Let me run away . Through the night , through the hot night , run swiftly with me , my brothers . We will leave the lights of the village and go to the low moon .
XXXXX of the Waingunga , the Man-Pack have cast me out .
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