Deep In The Jungle Vast And Dim, That Knew Not A White Man'S Feet, I Smelt The Odour Of Sun-Warmed Fur, Musky, Savage, And Sweet. Far It Was From The Huts Of Men And The Grass Where Sambur Feed; I Threw A Stone At A Kadapu Tree That Bled As A Man Might Bleed. Scent Of Fur And Colour Of Blood: - And The Long Dead Instincts Rose, I Followed The Lure Of My Season'S Mate, - And Flew, Bare-Fanged, At My Foes. * * * Pale Days: And A League Of Laws Made By The Whims Of Men. Would I Were Back With My Furry Cubs In The Dusk Of A Jungle Den.