This is the second book, or volume to the Jungle Book, both written by Kipling.
When I write the Real Deal, I mean this is not a Disney version, which is completely different from this, the original.
Kipling was born in Bombay, in the Bombay Presidency of British India to his parents, who were considered in that day 'Anglo-Indians' (people born in Britain and living in India.)
His first 5 years were lived there, and described it in his book, "Something of Myself" this way; "In the afternoon heats before we took our sleep, she (the Portuguese ayah, or nanny) or Meeta (the Hindu bearer, or male attendant) would tell us stories and Indian nursery songs all unforgotten, and we were sent into the dining-room after we had been dressed, with the caution 'Speak English now to Papa and Mamma.' So one spoke 'English', haltingly translated out of the vernacular idiom that one thought and dreamed in."
Kipling would return to India as a young man in 1885.
His stories here have a tangible sense of the Indian jungle, the creatures dwelling there, and the added flavor of his youthful experiences hearing the stories mentioned above. He did not copy the stories, but told these in beautifully descriptive prose -- not long, like Dickens, but as needed to plant the reader there in the tales.
I strongly suggest we re-introduce these, and other good works of literature to our school curricula. Contemporary writing for school age children does not, with some exceptions, help young ones read and hear the English language well written in beautiful style. This in turn tunes the ear to better writing and vocabulary. A win-win all around.
Both this book and The Jungle Book are excellent reading for adults and children of all ages. My 4 year old granddaughter enjoys hearing them read to her, and I have no doubt she will remember and enjoy these for a lifetime, as I have.
I think you will, too.