seven o'clock
Oh hear the call ! -- Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law ! _ Night-Song in the Jungle _ . It was seven o'clock of a very warm evening in the Seeonee hills when Father Wolf woke up from his day 's rest , scratched himself , yawned , and spread out his paws one after the other to get rid of the sleepy feeling in their tips . Mother Wolf lay with her big gray nose dropped across her four tumbling , squealing cubs , and the moon shone into the mouth of the cave where they all lived . ` Augrh ! ' said Father Wolf , ` it is time to hunt again ' ; and he was going to spring down hill when a little shadow with a bushy tail crossed the threshold and whined : ` Good luck go with you , O Chief of the Wolves ; and good luck and strong white teeth go with the noble children , that they may never forget the hungry in this world . '