FOOTNOTES.

(From Kipling's Jungle-Book.)

Here we go in a flung festoon,

Half way up to the jealous moon!

Don't you envy our pranceful bands?

Don't you wish your feet were hands?

Wouldn't you like if your tails were—so—

Curved in the shape of a cupid's bow?

Now you're angry, but—never mind—

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

Here we sit in a branchy row,

Thinking of beautiful things we know;

Dreaming of deeds we mean to do,

All complete in a minute or two—

Something noble and grand and good,

Done by merely wishing we could.

Now we're going to—never mind—

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

All the talk we ever have heard

Uttered by bat, or beast, or bird—

Hide or scale or skin or feather—

Jabber it quickly and altogether!

Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!

Now we are talking just like men.

Let's pretend we are—never mind—

Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!

This is the way of the Monkey-kind.

Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,

That rocket by where light and high the wild grape swings.

By the rubbish in our wake, by the noble noise we make,

Be sure, be sure, we're going to do some splendid things.

Transcriber's Notes:

Some illustrations' captions have been moved out of the paragraph.

Some text has been rejoined to correct paragraphs.

Spelling has been made consistent throughout but reflects the author's preference.

Anchors for Page Numbers placed in line for each paragraph.

Page 22, 61, and 88 are blank pages and no page anchor was provided.

Supplement to Preface was included in the Preface.

Additional pages (to face page etc.) replaces orginal page.

Footnotes were moved to the end of the book.

Footnote [8] reference to Gric should refer to page 72 not page 71

The illustration of Specimen Mountain (pg 79) was generously made available by Internet Archive.