Letusgo。\"
\"Nay，lookwell，fortheyareasleep。ItisasitwaswhenIwasnotthelengthofthyarm。\"
ThesplitandweatherwornrocksofthegorgeoftheWaingungahadbeenusedsincethebeginningoftheJunglebytheLittlePeopleoftheRocks——thebusy，furious，blackwildbeesofIndia；and，asMowgliknewwell，alltrailsturnedoffhalfamilebeforetheyreachedthegorge。ForcenturiestheLittlePeoplehadhivedandswarmedfromclefttocleft，andswarmedagain，stainingthewhitemarblewithstalehoney，andmadetheircombstallanddeepinthedarkoftheinnercaves，whereneithermannorbeastnorfirenorwaterhadevertouchedthem。
Thelengthofthegorgeonbothsiaeswashungasitwerewithblackshimmeryvelvetcurtains，andMowglisankashelooked，forthoseweretheclottedmillionsofthesleepingbees。
Therewereotherlumpsandfestoonsandthingslikedecayedtree-trunksstuddedonthefaceoftherock，theoldcombsofpastyears，ornewcitiesbuiltintheshadowofthewindlessgorge，andhugemassesofspongy，rottentrashhadrolleddownandstuckamongthetreesandcreepersthatclungtotherock-