If you doubt my friendship, I will prove it to you by going into the tree above your village and driving Sheeta back into the jungle before he leaps among you.
Then the voice of an old man came out of the quiet of the village street.
Don Quixote asked Pedro to tell him who the dead man was and who the shepherdess, to which Pedro replied that all he knew was that the dead man was a wealthy gentleman belonging to a village in those mountains, who had been a student at Salamanca for many years, at the end of which he returned to his village with the reputation of being very learned and deeply read.
I forgot to say that Chrysostom, who is dead, was a great man for writing verses, so much so that he made carols for Christmas Eve, and plays for Corpus Christi, which the young men of our village acted, and all said they were excellent.
He could smell things as very few human beings could, but he had never reached the hair-trigger-like sensitiveness of a Jungle nose; and his three months in the smoky village had set him back sadly.
You will remember that Mowgli had left the village with the heavy weight of Shere Khan's raw hide on his shoulders, while Akela and Gray Brother trotted behind, so that the triple trail was very clearly marked.
For three months after that night Mowgli hardly ever left the village gate, he was so busy learning the ways and customs of men.
In the jungle he knew he was weak compared with the beasts, but in the village people said that he was as strong as a bull.
From this almost impenetrable bower above the village
he crouched, looking down upon the scene below him, wondering over every feature of this new, strange life.
All hands embarked at an early hour, and set forward for the village
He and the mender of roads sat on the heap of stones looking silently at one another, with the hail driving in between them like a pigmy charge of bayonets, until the sky began to clear over the village
Father," replied Adam, speaking with the calmness of his character, "I came to your village
a disappointed man, weary of the world, worn out with continual trouble, seeking only a security against evil fortune, as I had no hope of good.
A French colonel of hussars, who had evidently just left his bed, came riding from the village
on a handsome sleek gray horse, accompanied by two hussars.
When he finally walked away from them toward the side of the village
opposite the gate, they were still further mystified as to his intentions.
Now they were racing in the direction of the battle that was being waged between their fellows and the followers of the two Swedes, and as the din of battle subsided in the distance, Korak turned and resumed his journey toward the village