Mowgli walked on , for he was feeling hungry , and when he came to the village gate he saw the big thorn-bush that was drawn up before the gate at twilight , pushed to one side . `` Umph ! '' he said , for he had come across more than one such barricade in his night rambles after things to eat . `` So men are afraid of the People of the Jungle here also . '' He sat down by the gate , and when a man came out he stood up , opened his mouth , and pointed down it to show that he wanted food . The man stared , and ran back up the one street of the village shouting for the priest , who was a big , fat man dressed in white , with a red and yellow mark on his forehead . The priest came to the gate , and with him at least a hundred people , who stared and talked and shouted and pointed at Mowgli . `` They have no manners , these Men Folk , '' said Mowgli to himself . `` Only the gray ape would behave as they do . '' So he threw back his long hair and frowned at the crowd . `` What is there to be afraid of ? '' said the priest . `` Look at the marks on his arms and legs . They are the bites of wolves . He is but a wolf-child run away from the jungle . '' Of course , in playing together , the cubs had often nipped Mowgli harder than they intended , and there were white scars all over his arms and legs . But he would have been the last person in the world to call these bites , for he knew what real biting meant . `` Arre ! Arre ! '' said two or three women together .
`` To be bitten by XXXXX , poor child !
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