{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_32921/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_32921","id":"gutenberg_32921","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/32921","summary":null,"tags":["Animals -- Folklore","Animals -- South Africa","Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Short Stories","Folklore -- South Africa","South Africa -- Social life and customs","Tales -- South Africa"],"text":"Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England\n\n\n\n\nOld Hendrik's Tales, by Captain Arthur Owen Vaughan.\n\n________________________________________________________________________\n\n________________________________________________________________________\nOLD HENDRIK'S TALES, BY CAPTAIN ARTHUR OWEN VAUGHAN.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER ONE.\n\nWHY OLD BABOON HAS THAT KINK IN HIS TAIL.\n\nThe day was hot, and the koppies simmered blue and brown along the Vaal\nRiver.  Noon had come, dinner was done.  \"Allah Mattie!\" said the grey\nold kitchen boy to himself, as he stretched to sleep in the shade of the\nmimosa behind the house.  \"Allah Mattie! but it near break my back in\ndem tobacco lands dis mawnin'.  I sleep now.\"\n\nHe stretched himself with a slow groan of pleasure, settling his face\nupon his hands as he lay, soaking in comfort.  In three minutes he was\nasleep.\n\nBut round the corner of the house came the three children, the eldest a\nten-year-old, the youngest six.  With a whoop and a dash the eldest\nflung himself astride the old Hottentot's back, the youngest rode the\nlegs behind, while the girl, the eight-year-old with the yellow hair and\nthe blue eyes, darted to the old man's head and caught him fast with\nboth hands.  \"Ou' Ta'!  Ou' Ta'!\" she cried.  \"Now you're Ou' Jackalse\nand we're Ou' Wolf, and we've got you this time at last.\"  She wanted to\ndance in the triumph of it, could she have done it without letting go.\n\nOld Hendrik woke between a grunt and a groan, but the merry clamour of\nthe little girl would have none of that.  \"Now we've got you, Ou'\nJackalse,\" cried she again.\n\nThe old man's yellow face looked up in a sly grin.  \"Ah, Anniekye,\" said\nhe unctuously; \"but Ou' Wolf never did ketch Ou' Jackalse.  He ain't\nnever bin slim enough yet.  He make a big ole try dat time when he got\nOom Baviyaan to help him; but all dey got was dat kink in Ou' Baviyaan's\ntail--you can see it yet.\"\n\n\"But how _did_ old Bobbyjohn get that kink in his tail?  You never told\nus that, Ou' Ta',\" protested Annie.\n\nThe old Hottentot smiled to the little girl, and then straightway sighed\nto himself.  \"If you little folks only knowed de Taal,\" said he\nplaintively.  \"It don't soun' de same in you' Englis' somehow.\"  He\nshook his head sadly over English as the language for a Hottentot story\nhanded down in the Boer tongue.  He had been long enough in the service\nof this \"English\" family (an American father and Australian mother) to\nknow enough of the language for bald use; though, being a Hottentot, he\nhad never mastered the \"th,\" as a Basuto or other Bantu might have done,\nand was otherwise uncertain also--the pronunciation of a word often\ndepending upon that of the words next before and after it.  But English\nwas not fond enough, nor had diminutives enough, for a kitchen tale as a\nhouse Kaffir loves to tell it.\n\nNone the less, his eyes brightened till the smile danced in his face as\nhis words began.  \"Ou' Wolf--well, Ou' Wolf, he'd a seen a lot less\ntrouble if he ha'n't had sich a wife, for Ou' Missis Wolf she yust had a\ntemper like a meer-cat.  Folks use' to won'er how Ou' Wolf manage' wid\nher, an' Ou' Jackalse use' to say to him, `Allah man! if she was on'y my\nwife for about five minutes she'd fin' out enough to tink on as long's\nshe keep a-livin'.'  An' den Ou' Jackalse, he'd hit 'is hat back on to\nde back of his head an' he'd step slouchin' an' fair snort agen\na-grinnin'.\n\n\"But Ou' Wolf ud look behind to see if his missis was hearin', an' den\nhe'd shake his head, an' stick his hands in his pockets an' walk off an\ntink.  He'd see some mighty tall tinkin' yust up over his head, but he\ncouldn' somehow seem to get a-hold of it.\n\n\"Well, one mawnin' Missis Wolf she get up, an' she look on de hooks an'\ndere ain't no meat, an' she look in de pot an' dere ain't no mealies.\n`Allah Crachty!' says she, `but dat Ou' Wolf is about de laziest skellum\never any woman wore herse'f out wid.  I'll ketch my deat' of him afore\nI's done.'\n\n\"Den she look outside, an' dere she seen Ou' Wolf a-settin' on de stoop\nin de sun.  He was yust a-waitin', sort o' quiet an' patient, for his\nbreakfas', never dreamin' nothin' about bein' banged about de yead wid a\nmealie ladle, when out flops Missis Wolf, an' fair bangs him a biff on\none side his head wid de long spoon.  `You lazy skellum!' ses she, an'\nbash she lams him on his t'other year.  `Where's darie [that there] meat\nfor de breakfas' I don' know?' ses she, an' whack she smack him right on\ntop his head.  `Off you go an' fetch some dis ver' minute,' ses she, an'\nOu' Wolf he don' say no moh, but he yust offs, an' he offs wid a yump\ntoo, I can tell you.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf as he go he won'er how he's goin' to get dat meat quick\nenough.  `I tink I'll get Ou' Jackalse to come along a-huntin' too,' ses\nhe.  `He's mighty slim when he ain't no need to be, an' p'raps if he'd\nbe slim a-huntin' dis mawnin' we'd ketch somet'in' quicker.'  An' Ou'\nWolf rub his head in two-t'ree places as he tink of it.\n\n\"Now Ou' Jackalse, he was a-sittin' in de sun agen de wall of his house,\na-won'erin' where he's gun' to get breakfas', 'cause he feel dat hungry\nan' yet he feel dat lazy dat he wish de grass was sheep so he could lie\ndown to it.  But grass ain't sheep till it's inside one, an' so Missis\nJackalse, inside a-spankin' little Ainkye, was a-won'erin' where she's\ngun' to get some breakfas' to stop it a-squallin'.  `I yust wish you'\ndaddy 'ud tink a bit oftener where I's gun' to get bones for you,' ses\nshe.\n\n\"Little Ainkye, she stop an' listen to dat, an' den she tink awhile, but\nshe fin' she don't get no fatter on on'y talk about bones, an' fus'\nt'ing her mammy know she puts her two han's up to her eyes an' fair\ndives into squallin' agen.\n\n\"Missis Jackalse she ketches hold o' Ainkye an' gives her such a shakin'\ntill her eyes fly wide open.  `I's yust about tired o' hearin' all dat\nrow,' ses she.  An' while Ainkye's quiet considerin' dat, Missis\nJackalse she hear Ou' Wolf come along outside, axin' her Ou' Baas ain't\nhe comin' huntin' dis mawnin'?  Den she hear Ou' Jackalse answer back,\nsort o' tired like.  `But I cahnt come.  I's sick.'\n\n\"Den Ainkye lets out a squall fit to split, an' her mammy she biffs her\na bash dat s'prise her quite quiet, before she stick her head out o de\ndoh an' say, mighty tremblin' like--`I don't tink we got no meat fo'\nbreakfas' at all, Ou' Man'.\n\n\"But Ou' Jackalse he ain't a troublin' hisse'f about no women's talk.\nHe don't turn his 'ead nor not'in'.  He yust hutch hisse'f closer to de\nwall to bake hisse'f some more, an' he say agen--`I tell you I's sick,\nan' I cahnt go huntin' dis mawnin', nohow'.\n\n\"Missis Jackalse she pop her head inside agen mighty quick at dat, an'\nOu' Wolf he sling off down de spruit wid his back up.  Ou' Jackalse he\nyust sit still in de sun an' watch him go, an' he ses to hisse'f ses he:\n`Now dat's big ole luck fo' me.  If he ha'n't a come along like dat I\ndon' know but I'd a had to go an' ketch somet'in' myse'f, I'm dat\n'ongry.  But now it'll be all right when he come back wid some sort o'\nbuck.'\n\n\"Den he turn his head to de doh.  `_Frowickie_,' ses he to his missis\ninside, soft an' chucklin', `tell Ainkye to stop dat squallin' an'\nbawlin'.  Ou' Wolf's gone huntin', an' yust as sure as he come back\nwe'll have all de breakfas' we want.  Tell 'er if she don't stop anyhow\nI'll come inside to her.'\n\n\"Missis Jackalse she frown at Ainkye.  `You hear dat now,' ses she, `an'\nyou better be quiet now 'less you want to have you' daddy come in to\nyou.'  An' Ainkye she say, `Well, will you le' me play wid your tail\nden?'  An' her mammy she say, `All right,' an' dey 'gun a-laughin' an'\na-goin' on in whispers.  But Ou' Jackalse he yust sit an' keep on bakin'\nhisse'f in de sun by de wall.\n\n\"By'n'by here comes Ou' Wolf back agen, an' a big fat Eland on his back,\nan' de sweat yust a-drippin' off him.  An' when he comes past de house\nhe look up an' dere he see Ou' Jackalse yust a-settin' an' a-bakin', an'\na-makin' slow marks in de dust wid his toes now an' agen, an' lookin'\nmight comfy.  An' Ou' Wolf he feel darie big fat Eland more bigger an\nheavier dan ever on his back, an he feel dat savage at Ou' Jackalse dat\nhe had to look toder way, for fear he'd let out all his bad words\n_Kerblob_ in one big splosh on darie Ou' Jackalse head.  But Ou'\nJackalse he say nawt'in'; he yust sit an' bake.  But he tink inside\nhisse'f, an' his eye kind o' 'gun to shine behind in his head as he\nwatch darie meat go past an' go on, an' he feel his mouf run all water.\n\n\"But he ha'n't watched dat breakfas' out o' sight, an' he ha'n't quite\nsettle hisse'f yust how he's goin' to get his share, when up hops Klein\nHahsie--what you call Little Hare.\n\n\"`Mawnin', Klein Hahsie,' ses Ou' Jackalse, but yust so high an'\nmighty's he know how, 'cause little Hahsie he's de runner for Big Baas\nKing Lion, an Ou' Jackalse he tink he'll show him dat oder folks ain't\nno chicken feed, too.\n\n\"`Mawnin', Ou' Jackalse,' ses Little Hahsie, kind o' considerin' him\nslow out of his big shiny eyes.  Den he make a grab at one of his own\nlong years as if it tickle him, an' when he turn his face to look at de\ntip o' darie year he sorto' wunk at it, kind o' slow and solemn.  `Darie\nou' year o' mine!' ses he to Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"Den he sort o' remember what he come for, an' he speak out mighty\nquick.  `You yust better get a wiggle on you mighty sudden,' ses he.\n`Ou' King Lion he's a roarin' for darie Ou' Jackalse fit to tear up de\nbushes.  \"Where's darie Ou' Jackalse?  If he don't get here mighty quick\nhe'll know all about it,\" roars he.  \"What's de use o' me makin' him my\ndoctor if he ain't here when he's wanted?  Dis claw I neah tore out\nkillin' a Koodoo yeste'day--he'd better be yust lively now a-gittin'\nhere to doctor dat.  Fetch him!\" roars he, an' here I am, an' I tell you\nyou yust better git a move on you,' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he tink, but he don't let on nawthin' but what he's yust\nso sick as to split.  `I's dat bad I cahnt har'ly crawl,' ses he--`but\nyou go 'long an' tell King Lion I's a-comin' as soon's ever I get some\nmedicine mix'.'\n\n\"`Well, I tol' you--you better be quicker'n blue lightnin' all de same,'\nses Hahsie, an' off he flicks, as if he's sort o' considerin' what's de\nmatter wid Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Jackalse he tink, an' he tink, an' he know he'd better be\ngettin' along to King Lion, but yet he ain't a-goin' to give in about\ndarie breakfas'.  He ain't a-movin' mighty fast about it, but he goes\ninto de woods an' he gets some leaves off o' one bush, an' some roots\noff'n anoder, an' yust when he tink dat's about all he want, who should\nhe see but Ou' Wolf, kind o' saunterin' along an' lookin' yust good an'\nfull o' breakfas', an' chock full o' feelin' fine all inside him.\n\n\"Dat stir Ou' Jackalse where he's so empty in his tummy, an' dat make it\nstrike him what to do.  He comes along to Ou' Wolf lookin' like he's in\na desprit rush an' yust in de worst kind of a tight place.  `Here, Ou'\nWolf,' ses he in a hustle, `you's yust him I was tinkin' on.  Hyer's\nKing Lion about half crazy wid a pain, an' he's roarin' for me, an' I\nset off wid a yump, an' I got all de stuff for de medicine, but all de\ntime I clean forgot de book to mix it by.  Now you yust do me a good\nturn, like a good chap, an' you rush off to King Lion wid dis hyer\nmedicine, while I streaks back for de book.  You does dis foh me an' I\nain't a-goin' to fo'get what I owe you for it.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he's quite took off his feet an' out o' breaf on it all.\n`Why, o' course,' ses he.  `You gi' me darie medicine an' I offs right\naway.  A good yob I had breakfas' a'ready,' an' he fair seizes darie\nmedicine an' he offs.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse lie right down where he's standin' an' he fair roll an'\nkick hisse'f wid laughin'.  `A good yob I _ar'n't_ had my breakfas','\nses he.  `I'd a lost a deal more'n meat if I had a done,' ses he agen,\nan' den he ups an' he offs back to Ou' Wolf's house.\n\n\"All de way back he kep' on a-smilin' to hisse'f, an' every once in a\nwhile he'd give a skip an' a dance to tink what a high ole time he was\na-havin'.  Den by'n'by he picks up a piece o' paper.  `Yust de t'ing I's\nwantin',' ses he.\n\n\"Well, he come to Ou' Wolf's house an dere was Missis Wolf a-sittin' out\non de stoop an' a pullin' down de flaps of her cappie to keep de flies\noff'n her nose.  `Mawnin', Cousin,' ses Ou' Jackalse; fair as polite as\nhoney wouldn't run down his t'roat if you let him hold it in his mouf.\n\n\"`Mawnin',' ses she, an' she ain't a-singin' it out like a Halleloolya\nneeder, an' she don't stir from where she's a-settin', an' she don't say\nhow-dy-do.  She yust look at him like she's seen him befo'e, an' like\nshe ain't a breakin' her neck if she don't never see him agen.\n\n\"But Ou' Jackalse he ain't a-seein' nawtin' but what she's yust as glad\nto see him as if he was a predicant.  `I's got a bit of a note here from\nyour man,' ses he.  `P'r'aps you don't mind readin' it an' den you'll\nknow,' ses he.\n\n\"Missis Wolf she cock her nose down at dat note, an' den Missis Wolf she\nslant her eye up at Ou' Jackalse.  But Ou' Jackalse he yust kep' on\nbetween a sort o' smilin' to see her keepin' so well, and a sort o' dat\ntired feelin' dat life's sich a one-hawse business anyhow, till at last\nshe up an' took darie paper.\n\n\"She turn dis piece o' paper dis way an' turn it dat way, an'\nupside-down an' t'oder-side-to, an' at last she ses, ses she, `I don't\nnever could read pen-writin' so well's I could book letters, an' darie\nOu' Wolf he write sich a terr'ble fist anyhow.  I al'ays said he ought\nto be sent to school agen.  You better to read it fo' me,' ses she.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he took de paper as if it ain't nawtin' anyhow, an' he\nlooks as if livin' ain't no more'n a team o' donkeys an' a ole rope\nharness to a buck waggon nohow.  Den he reads it off to hisse'f, sort o'\nmutterin' it over fus' to see what it's all about, an' den he ups an'\ntalks it off about as happy as if it give him a hoe an' sent him into de\nto'acco lan's.\n\n\"`Oh,' he ses.  `Your man he yust ses for you to gi' me dem hin'quarters\no' darie Eland I yust bargained for wid him.  But, _Siss_! it 'pears he\nwant me to car' it home myse'f, an' all de time he bargain to do dat fo'\nme.  Ne'er mind dough; now I's here I met as well take it anyhow.  But\nI'll have a few remarks wid Ou' Wolf when I sees him agen.'\n\n\"Missis Wolf she look at Ou' Jackalse, an' Ou' Jackalse he smile as if\nit's all right an' quite nice dere in de sun.  Den Missis Wolf she look\nat darie paper an' she shake her head yust once.  `Yes,' ses she, `I\ns'pose you will ha' to take it if you bargained for it atween you, but--\nyou le' me have darie paper an' den I's'll have a few remarks too wid\nOu' Wolf when I see him agen,' an' she look at Ou' Jackalse as if dat\nwas gun' to be a bit of all right.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he han' over darie piece o' paper as polite as sugar cane,\nan' he take over de hin'quarters of Eland wid a look on his face like\ndat meat was a hoe on a hot day.  An' he grunt an' he grumble all de way\nhe go till he's out o' sight an' hearin'.\n\n\"Den,--well, if you wantto know yust what sort o' good ole time he had\nover darie breakfas', you should ha' seen him comin' out in de sun agen\nahter it, his hair all shinin' wid fat an' his tail a-hangin' down\nstraight 'cause he's too full to cock it.\n\n\"Well, ahter all, he's got to be gittin' away an' seein' to King Lion\npretty quick if he ain't a-goin' to get into moh trouble dan he can comb\nout of his hair in a twel'-mont', but he do feel so good an' comfy all\ninside him dat he ain't in any _baiya_ hurry even yet.  `I s'pose I\nbetter take a book wid me,' ses he to hisse'f.  `Wife,' ses he over his\nshoulder, back t'rough de do', `gi' me some sort o' book; any sort:\ndarie ole almanac Ainkye was a-screevin' picters in'll do me yust a\ntreat.  Ou' King Lion he ain't a-gun' to look inside it.'\n\n\"So he gets dis almanac an' off he sets, an' if he don't skip and flick\ndis time, it's only because his wais'coat's too tight.  But he pick 'is\nteef wid a long stem o' grass, an' he biff his hat back over one year,\nan' one time he's a-winkin' to hisse'f an' t'oder time he wave one arm\nan' sing `De Kimberleysa trainsa,' like a location Kaffir wid two\ntickies in his pocket.\n\n\"Well, by'n'by he come to de place, an' he hear King Lion a-roarin' fit\nto shake de wind, till yust at first Ou' Jackalse he miss a step or two,\ntinkin' what nex'.  Den he tink again, an' it wahnt a minute till he\nwink at hisse'f, an' he touch up darie ol' almanac under his arm to make\nit look like it's mighty important.  Den he set his hat on mighty\nstraight an' pull down his coat, an' in he go.\n\n\"`Vah vas yeh all dis time?' roar Ou' King Lion, makin' all de place\ntremble.\n\n\"`Please, sir,' ses Ou' Jackalse, terr'ble busy to look at, `my fool\nmissis she len' de medicine book to darie ou' gossippin' Missis Duck,\nan' I had yust a terror of a yob to spoor her out where she was a\nquackin' an' a scan'alin' till I got it back.  But I sent de medicine on\nby Ou' Wolf here an' tole him what to do till I come.'\n\n\"`Did you?' roars King Lion, fair a-lashin' his tail in such a wax; `an'\nhere he's bin standin' like a clay man all dis time, yust a-holdin'\nleaves an' roots, an' a-sayin' nawtin', an' my claw gettin' moh and\nwohse pain every minute!'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he look at de King an' he begin to shake a bit.  Den he look\nat Ou' Jackalse an' he won'er how in de worl' he come to forget what he\nses he tell him.  But Ou' Jackalse he look at Ou' Wolf yust as if he was\nfair disgusted wid such forgettin', an' den he look at de King's claw\nan' he shake his head.  `It's gone pretty bad, but dere is yust one\nt'ing might cure it--it might.'\n\n\"`What's dat?' roars King Lion, an' Ou' Wolf he begin to feel de air\nshake in de roots of his hair.\n\n\"`Well, sir,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `if Ou' Wolf 'ud bring his uncle or his\ncousin I don't know.  But,'--an' he shake his head, an' tap de ole\nalmanac under his arm, an' look solemn all over--`dis book ses de same\nan' I agrees wid it, 'cause I's found it so; dere's nawtin' else for it\nbut you take de skin of a live wolf an' wrop it roun' you' paw till it\nget well.  Ou' Wolf's uncle now,' ses he.\n\n\"`Ou' Wolf hisse'f!' roars King Lion, an'--_clip_!--he make a dive to\ngash a-hold of Ou' Wolf.  But Ou' Wolf he'd bin a-feelin' somet'in'\ncomin', feelin' it in his bones, an' Ou' Jackalse hadn't more'n said\n`Wolf!' dan Ou' Wolf wasn't dere--he was yust a-streakin' out o' dat\ntill you couldn't see him for heel dust.\n\n\"`Well, sir,' says Ou' Jackalse, an' he heaves a whackin' big sigh\n'cause he's tinkin' what Ou' Wolfs gun' to do to him now when he see him\nagen--`I'm a gall darn sorry, you' Majesty, but now you's let Ou' Wolf\nget away I can't do nawtin', on'y yust put some medicine on you' claw\ntill you ketch him agen.'  An' wid dat he ups an' he doctor darie ou'\nclaw an' comes away.  An' he ain't a skippin' an' he ain't a singin'\nnawtin' about de `Kimberleysa trainsa' dis time nudder, 'cause he's\ntinkin' a deal about what Ou' Wolf's a-gun' to do.\n\n\"Ahter dat Ou' Jackalse keep his eye skin' pretty clear all de time, an'\nOu' Wolf keep his eyes yust a-yinglin' till he hear King Lion's got well\nagain.  Den he say to hisse'f, `Now I's gun' to get square wi' darie Ou'\nJackalse--you watch me if I don't,' an' off he go to see Ou' Baviyaan in\nde koppies.\n\n\"`Mawnin', Nief,' ses he.\n\n\"`Mawnin', Oom,' ses Baviyaan.\n\n\"`Very dry,' ses Ou' Wolf; `d'ye t'ink we'l get rain pretty soon?' ses\nhe.\n\n\"Ou' Baviyaan, he scratch his back, an' he look roun', an' he chew de\nbark off'n a piece o' stick.  `P'raps it rain by'n'by,' ses he.  `Dese\nyer koppies pretty hot dis mawnin'.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Wolf, now he'd cleared de groun' polite like dat, `you\n'members darie skellum, Ou' Jackalse, dat never pay you yet for all dat\nlamb meat an' dat kid meat you let him have, don't you?'\n\n\"`Don't I,' ses Baviyaan, puckerin' his eyebrows down an' makin' sharp\neyes, an' grabbin' a fresh twig an' strippin' de bark off it--_rip_!--\nwid one snatch of his teef.  `I yust does.'\n\n\"`Well now, look a-hyere, Nief,' ses Ou' Wolf.  `I cahnt stan' him no\nlonger nohow.  I's yust a-gun' to get even wid him.  He done one t'ing\nan' he done anoder t'ing, an' he don't pay me for de hin'quarters o' de\nfinest Eland you ever seen, an' so I votes we yust stops all dese little\ndie-does of his.  Wat you say now if we go an' give him such a\nshambokkin' till he don't stir out till dis time nex' year?'\n\n\"Ou' Baviyaan look at de little bird in de tree, an' Ou' Baviyaan look\nat de little shiny lizard on de rock.  An' he looks at Ou' Wolf an' he\nlooks round agen, an' he yumps an' he biffs a scorpion what he sees him\nwriggle his tail out from under a stone.  Den he say, ses he, `Yeh, but\nhow's I know you ain't a-gun' to streak it out o' dat as soon's Ou'\nJackalse prance out for us?  Den where'd I be, huh?'\n\n\"`But who's a-gun' to run away?' ses Ou' Wolf, swellin' hisse'f out\nmighty big.  `D'ye mean to say _I's_ a-gun' to run away f'm a skellum\nlike dat?  Me scared o' him?  Huh!'\n\n\"Ou' Baviyaan, he scratch hisse'f on de hip, an' he eat what you cahnt\nsee out'n his finger an' t'umb.  `Den what you want me to help you foh?'\nses he, kind o' pucker in' his eyes an' glintin' here an' dere in Ou'\nWolf's face.\n\n\"`Oh, dat's all right,' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he try to t'ink so quick dat\nde inside his head tumble all over itself like rags in a basket upside\ndown.  `On'y if I go an' do it my lone se'f, den people t'ink it's yust\nfightin', an' dey say, \"Poor Ou' Jackalse\".  But if we go an' do it, all\ntwo of us, den dey say, \"What's darie ou' skellum bin up to dis time?\"\nDat's why I come for you, Nief.'\n\n\"Ou' Baviyaan, he screw hisse'f roun' on his part what he sits on, an'\nOu' Baviyaan, he screw hisse'f back, an' he look at a fly dat wants to\nlight on Ou' Wolf's nose.  `Look a-hyer, Oom Wolf,' ses he; `you show me\nsome way to make sure dat you don't run off an' leave me on my own if\nOu' Jackalse do somet'in', den I'll listen to you.  You can run yust as\nfast as he can, but dere ain't no trees for me to yump for where Ou'\nJackalse live.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he scratch his ear wid his back foot, but Ou' Baviyaan he\nscratch his tummy wid his front han'.  `Now you do dis, Oom Wolf,' ses\nhe; `you le' me tie our tails togedder good'n fast so I know dey won't\ncome undone, den I'll know you cahnt up an' dust it out o' dat an' leave\nme when de time comes.  You say yes to dat, an' I'll come.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf yust laugh right out.  If he'd axed for it hisse'f he cou'dn't\na done better.  Dat way he's sure hisse'f dat Ou' Baviyaan can't skip\nout an' leave _him_ needer, an' he know Ou' Baviyaan he's pretty full o'\nprickles to meddle wid in a tight corner.  `Dere's my tail,' ses Ou'\nWolf; `you tie it fas', an' you yust keep on a-tyin' till you's\nsatisfied.'\n\n\"So off dey starts.\n\n\"Well, I tole you Ou' Jackalse he yust keep his eye a-rollin' all dese\ndays, an' dis mawnin' he was out in front of his house a-choppin' out\nyokeskeys, an' you believe me darie axe in his han' was yust so sharp\nan' yust so bright in de sun dat it flashed like streaks o' hot\nlightnin' when he chop an' chip, an' keep on chip-a-choppin'.  An' all\nde time his eye was yust a-smokin' an' a-burnin', till a long an' a long\nway off he sees Ou' Wolf an Ou' Baviyaan a-comin' a-wobblin', terr'ble\nclose alongside each oder, an' mighty awk'ard.\n\n\"`Well, dat's about de funniest commando I ever did see,' ses he to\nhisse'f, wid his ear a-cockin' out, an' his nose a-cockin' up.  An' den\nhis tail begun to wilt a bit while he tink what he's goin' to do now.\n\n\"Den he scratch his ear, an' his tail begin to stick out agen, an' he\nwink one eye to his nose end.  `Ou' Frow!' ses he, back over his\nshoul'er to Missis Jackalse in de house.\n\n\"`Ya, daddy!' ses Missis Jackalse, stickin' her nose half an inch out o'\nde door.\n\n\"`Now you be careful an' do yust what I tells you,' ses he.  `When I\nstop choppin' den you pinch Ainkye, an' you pinch her till she fair\nbawls agen.  An' when I shouts out for you to stop her a-squallin', den\nyou answer up on you' top note an' say--\"It's all you' own fault.  You\nwould bring you' baby up on nawtin' but wolf meat, an' now you shouts\n'cause it cry fo' mo'.\"  You hear me now, don't you forget,' ses Ou'\nJackalse.\n\n\"`Dat's all right,' ses his ole missis.\n\n\"Well, along come Ou' Wolf an' his commando--one Baviyaan--an' Ou' Wolf\nhe say, `What's dat flashin' like lightnin' in Ou' Jackalse han'?\nHyere; I don't know what's a-gun' to happen,' ses he, an' he ain't a\ncomin' on so fast as he has bin.\n\n\"But Ou' Baviyaan he answer pretty scornful like, `Dat's yust a axe he's\na-choppin' out yokeskeys wid.  You ain't a-gun' to turn afeard, huh?'\n\n\"`Who's afeard?' ses Ou' Wolf, in yust such a bi-ig voice.  `But it do\nlook like a terr'ble sharp axe,' ses he.  `Why don't he use a rusty ole,\ngappy ole axe, like anyb'dy else a-choppin' out yokeskeys, I wantto\nknow?'  An' Ou' Wolf he 'gun a-movin' slower an' slower.  `I tink dat's\nmo'en yust a axe,' ses he.\n\n\"`No backin' out now,' ses Ou' Baviyaan, kind o' rough.\n\n\"`Ain't my tail tied fast enough?' savages Ou' Wolf.  `Di'n't you tie it\nyourse'f?' ses he, trying to stop still an' argue de point.\n\n\"Ou' Baviyaan he give a yank.  `Come on now,' ses he.\n\n\"`Ain't I?' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he come yust half a step--to easy de pull\non his tail.  An' while dey start to quar'lin', Ou' Jackalse he stop\nchoppin' an' he lift up, an' right den his Ou' Missis she pincht Ainkye\nso she fair opens out a-bawlin' till her eyes shut tight.  You could\nhear it a mile off.\n\n\"Den Ou' Jackalse he shout out, `If you don't stop dat Ainkye\na-squallin' like dat den I'll come inside dere, an' she'll get somet'in'\nto squall for,' ses he.\n\n\"`It's all you' own fault,' screams Ou' Missis (an' don't she yust like\nto say it!  It makes her feel good an' good to talk back to her Ou' Baas\nonce, i'stead of on'y tinkin' back).  `You goes an' brings up you' chile\non nawtin' but wolf meat, an' den you 'gins to shout when she's yust so\nhungry fo' mo' dat she cahnt hold quiet.'\n\n\"`Dat's all right,' ses Ou' Jackalse, (`an' don' you get too high, Ou'\nMissis,' he puts in on de quiet, 'cause he hears what's in her mind).\n`I send Ou' Baviyaan out t'ree days back to bring some wolf meat, an'\nhere he comes now wid yust an ole scrag of a one.  It look a bit flyblow\na'ready, but it'll do better'n nawtin' I s'pose,' ses he, an' he pick up\nhis axe, an' he gin it a swing up an' roun' as if he's a-openin' his\nchest to slaughter lots.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he hear dat an' he yust make one yump an' land right roun' wid\nhis head where his tail was.  He tinks it's nawtin' else but Ou'\nBaviyaan is drawed him on an' in to it, as Ou' Jackalse ses.  `Dat's why\nyou wanted my tail tied so fast, is it?' ses he.  `Dat's it, is it?' an'\nhe ramp an' he yerk, an' car' on.\n\n\"`It ain't, fathead! big fathead!' ses Ou' Baviyaan, rearin' an' yankin'\nto pull Ou' Wolf roun' again to face it.  `Dat's yust Ou' Jackalse's\nlies to scare you.'\n\n\"But Ou' Wolf he see Ou' Jackalse comin', a-skippin' an' a-runnin', wid\nde axe a-frolicin' in his han', an' he yust gi'es one yank an' lan's Ou'\nBaviyaan a yard back.  Baviyaan he try to hold him, but about dat time\nOu' Jackalse gets dere, an' he 'gins to yump an' dodge roun', an' all de\ntime he's shoutin' out, `Stan' over a bit, Nief Baviyaan; stan' wide a\nbit till I gets a cle'r biff at him.  Yust shift you' head de oder side\ntill I gaps him one wi' dis yere axe.'\n\n\"Den dere was de fuss.  De more Ou' Baviyaan try to hol' back de more\nOu' Wolf yerks him away, an' de wusser Ou' Jackalse sings out, till at\nlast Ou' Wolf he get dat ter'fied he fair yanks Ou' Baviyaan right into\nde air an' over an' over, an' den streaks out straight for de koppies,\nwid him on de end of him like a dog an' a kettle.\n\n\"`I tink dat's about de finish to dat little lot,' ses Ou' Jackalse,\nwatchin' de dust an' de hair fly.\"\n\nOld Hendrik paused, looked the little girl very seriously in the eye;\nand then concluded, using his most impressive tones: \"An' if you don'\nb'lieve me, den you yust look at Ou' Baviyaan's tail nex' time he comes\nstealin' in de garden--you'll see de kink yet where it ain't never\nstraighten out f'm dat day to this.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER TWO.\n\nOLD JACKAL AND YOUNG BABOON.\n\n\"Ou' Ta',\" said the eldest boy the next evening, as they waited at the\nkraal for the coming of the cows to the milking, \"you never told us what\nOld Bobbyjohn said to Old Wolf that time when he stopped running away\nfrom Old Jackalse at last.\"\n\n\"No,\" replied Old Hendrik, with a droll, droll leer; \"an' I'd hatto be a\nmighty sight smarter dan I ever 'members bein' if I was to tell you dat.\nFor when Ou' Wolf stopped at last, den Ou' Baviyaan yust looked at him;\nyust stopped an' looked an' untied his tail an' crawled off.  As you'\ndaddy ses--`not a word, not a sound; not a whisper of a noise said he'.\nOu' Baviyaan yust saved it all up so he can tink it all over every time\nhe see Ou' Wolf agen.  It'll last him longer dat way.\"\n\n\"So then he went home an' put poultices on his tail, I suppose,\"\nsuggested Annie, impatient for every detail of the tale that must lie in\nthe curing of that tail.\n\n\"Well, I dunno about no poultices on no tails,\" returned Hendrik; \"but a\nday or two ahter dat, Ou' Jackalse was a-slinkin' an' a-slopin' along de\nkoppies, an' yust as he come under a mispyl tree an' tink he's gun' to\nhave a rest an' a look round, he gets a smack in de ribses wid one\nstone, biff! an' anoder smack on de roots o' de tail wid anoder, bash!\nAn', kleinkies, you should yust a-seen him streak it out o' range o' dat\nole mispyl tree.\n\n\"Den he stop an' he look back, an' dar he see Leelikie Baviyaan, Ou'\nBaviyaan's younges' son, a-showin' his head an' shoul'ers out o' de\nleaves o' de mispyl, an' a-yarkin' an' a-barkin' at him.  `Mighty smart\nyou tinks you is, don't you?' snarls Leelikie.  `But I'll teach you to\ntry tricks on de baviyaans,' ses he.\n\n\"When Ou' Jackalse see it's dat young squirt, he gets dat mad he feel\nlike bitin' a chunk out o' de biggest stone he can reach.  But he knows\nhe ain't a-gun' to get even wid young Leelikie, 'less'n he sof' soap him\ndown.  So he yust grins like he is mighty astonish', an' rubs his ribses\nlike dey's sore as billy-o.  `Well,' ses he, `what tricks is I ever\nplayed on you?'\n\n\"`None,' ses Leelikie; `you bet you didn't I's too smart for no sich a\nfathead as you to play tricks on me.  But you played one on my ole\ndaddy, an' I dropped in for it a lot worse troo him.'\n\n\"`How's dat?' ax Ou' Jackalse, yust a-squirmin' like he cahnt keep still\nfor his ribs a-hurtin him.\n\n\"`Why, you rakes Ou' Wolf till he cahnt stand no more o' you, an' den he\ngets my daddy to he'p him.  An' my ole daddy comes back wid his tail dat\nbusted dat he cahnt on'y yust sit an' nurse it an' growl.  An' when he\nfeel bad he alwiz wants gum, an' he send me an' my broder up de trees to\nget it.  Den if I eats a bit myse'f, de ole daddy he shambok me till I\nhas to fair yell enough to make him tink he's killin' me 'fore he'll\nstop.  Dat's how.'\n\n\"`So all's de matter wid you is you has to give up de gum dat you picks,\nis it?' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`Dat's it, an' de shambokkin's for eatin' de leetle teenty bits I puts\nin my mouf,' ses Leelikie.\n\n\"`Well, you is a nice 'un,' ses Ou' Jackalse, a-sneerin' like.  `Why, if\ndat was me, I'd eat all de gum I picked an' still give de ole daddy all\nhe wanted as well.  I heerd you say you was mighty smart, but ahter\ndat,--well, I'd be ashamed o' myse'f if I wasn't smarter dan dat.'\n\n\"De way Ou' Jackalse stick his nose up fair rile Leelikie.  `Yis,' ses\nhe.  `I hear you talk a lot, but I bet you cahnt show me how dat's\ndone.'\n\n\"`An' I bet I cahnt needer--not as soft as dat,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You\ndon't get me as cheap as dat.  But I'll tell you what I'll do.  You come\nhere to-morrow an' you bring me some gum, nice clear gum, an' den I'll\ntell you how to do, so's you'll have all de gum you wants for yourse'f,\nan' leave all de shambokkins to your broder.'\n\n\"`Shambokkins to my broder!' sings out Leelikie.  `Oh, dat's de right-o\ntip.  You come, an' I'll be here wid de gum, don't forget.'\n\n\"`I won't,' ses Jackalse, an' off he go, a-winkin' to every bush as he\npass it.\n\n\"Well, come next day, dere was young Leelikie up in de mispyl tree, an'\ndere was Ou' Jackalse at de foot of it lookin' up.  `Now, what's dis\ngame you's goin' to tell me?' ses Leelikie.\n\n\"`Where's de gum first?' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`Here's it,' ses Leelikie, showin' it.  `Let's hear de plan now.'\n\n\"`Ho! you gi'e me de gum first so's I'll know it's good gum,' ses\nJackalse.\n\n\"`Oh, I'll soon show you dat,' ses Leelikie.  `See me!' an' he bite off\na big piece o' de gum, an' he smack, smacks wid his mouf like an ox team\npullin' its feets out o' deep mud.\n\n\"Dat rile Ou' Jackalse terr'ble.  `Ho! yeh!' shout he.  `What's you\na-eatin' up my gum for?'\n\n\"`'Cause you ses it ain't good; I's yust a-showin' you how good it is,'\nses Leelikie, rollin' his eyes at de rest of it.  `'Sides, it ain't you'\ngum till you tells me dis plan you bargain to, yestiday.'\n\n\"`Ain't I likely to tell you 'fore I gets de gum!' ses Ou' Jackalse,\nlike he'd like to ketch hisse'f doin' any sich a fool trick.\n\n\"`An' ain't I likely to let you have dis gum 'fore you's told me de\ntrick!' ses Leelikie leerin'.\n\n\"`Ho, dat's de game, is it?  Den I tink I'd better go 'long an' find\nyou' broder--he won't want to cheat me,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he make\nas if he's a-gun' to slope right off out o' dat.  He tinks dat's gun' to\nfetch young Leelikie to time.\n\n\"But--`Oh, dat's all right,' ses Leelikie.  `I can knock de pips off him\nany day, an make him tell me too.  You go on, an' den I'll have dis gum\nto myse'f.  Dat's so much ahead anyhow.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse stops, an' his eye look sort o' longin'.  `Den you ain't\na-gun' to trust me?' ses he, as if dat's de last word he's gun' to say.\n\n\"`Look a-hyer, Oom Jackalse,' ses Leelikie.  `I has dis gum a'ready.  I\ncan see it, an' I knows it's good.  But I hasn't got what you wants to\ngive fo' it, an' I can't see it, an' I don't know if it's good.  So I\ntink I'll make sure o' what I has,' ses he, openin' his mouf wide an'\nlettin' his tongue flop up an' down, while he holds de gum a little way\noff his eye wid de one hand and rub his tummy wid de oder.  `Yum, yum,\nyum,' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, as if he yust couldn' he'p it.  `You is a\nbright sort, you is, by de jimminy!'\n\n\"Young Leelikie he grin back like he tinks a lot o' dat `Allah Crachty!'\nses he, `won't my ole mammy be pleased to hear dat.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse sees he's on de wrong side de fence dis time.  `Well, I\ns'pose we'll ha' to do sometin',' ses he.  `Now, you put de gum dere on\ndat stone at de tree root an' I'll stand off here an' tell you.'\n\n\"`Right-o,' ses Leelikie.  `Here's de gum,' an' he swings down an'\nplants it on de stone--but he don't leave it.\n\n\"`By jimminy!' ses Ou' Jackalse at dat.  But he sees he's on de spike a'\nright, an' he'll hatto be honest if he's a-gun' to get dat gum.  So he\nup an' tell young Leelikie how he done wid Ou' Wolf an' de bessie\nberries when de Mensefreiter had 'em.  `All you has to do den,' ses he,\n`when you goes up into de tree wid you' broder, is to eat all de gum you\npicks you'se'f an' den swop you' calabas' fo' his when he ain't lookin'.\nDen you'll be all right, an' he'll get de shambokkin, when you takes de\ncalabashes down to you' daddy.'\n\n\"`Dat do sound mighty smart,' ses Leelikie, like he's admirin' it\nimmense.  `But'--an' yust as Ou' Jackalse is makin' one fair ole dive\nfor him an' de gum, he grabs it up an' skips right up into de tree agen.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse look up at him, an he look down at Ou' Jackalse.  `T'ank\nyou, Oom,' ses he.  `Here I t'ought I'd ha' to pay dis gum for you\ntellin' me sometin', but now--well, now, I'll scoff it myse'f.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse yust had his mouf open to shout like mad when he see de\ngum go up de tree, but dat last words o' young Leelikie 'stonish him dat\nmuch he stop right short.  `What's dat little lot fo'?' ses he.\n\n\"`What fo'?  Oh, for instance,' ses young Leelikie, bitin' at de gum\ntill de clear part run all down his chin.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse down below fair ramp on his hind legs agen at dat.\n`Didn't I tell you what I said I'd tell you, you skellum?'\n\n\"`Did you, billy-o!' ses Leelikie, bitin' some more gum.  `You said\nyou'd tell me how to get me all de gum an' my broder all de shambokkins.\nBut my broder ain't no fool, Ou' Wolf: dere ain't no time when he ain't\na-lookin', so dere ain't no changin' calabashes wid him.  He's yust as\nsmart as rock aloes, an' he'd about knock all de hair off me de first\ntime I tried it.  So here eats de gum I's got an' chance it fo more.'\n\n\"`Didn' you say you could knock de pips off him any day?' shouts Ou'\nJackalse.\n\n\"`Yes; but didn' you notice dat he wahnt anywhere in hearin' when I said\nit?' ses Leelikie.\n\n\"`Well, I's got you, anyway,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You'll ha' to come\ndown out o' dat tree sometime, an' here I'll be ready.'\n\n\"`Dat's yust all right,' ses Leelikie.  `My daddy an' de rest o' de\nbaviyaans is comin' dis way in a bit.  Den p'r'aps you'll stop some more\ndan you want to.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse skip roun' to look, an' dere he ketch a glimp' o' de ruffy\nole, snappy ole scout dat leads de baviyaans when dey's feedin.  An'\ndidn' Ou' Jackalse get out o' dat, dat's all.\n\n\"Well, he slink off over de rise an' sit him down to tink how he's\na-gun' to get even wid young Leelikie.  But young Leelikie he yust\nswings down out o' de mispyl tree an' slants off to de rest o' de\nbaviyaans, an' 'gins to turn over de stones fo' scorpions an' tarantulas\nan' all de rest o' de tit-bits de baviyaans likes.\n\n\"By'n'by dey comes to a place where dere's some big ole Doorn trees,\nfair sticky wid de gum runnin' out o' 'em.  Young Leelikie he looks up\nat de gum an' he looks at his daddy, an' he tinks here's yust a good ole\nchance fo' gum if he can work it.  Den he tink an' he study an' he\nwon'er, till at last he smack hisse'f in de ribses--he's got it.\n\n\"`Daddy,' ses he to Ou' Baviyaan, `you'd like to get a chance at darie\nOu' Jackalse, wouldn' you?'\n\n\"`Wouldn' I yust,' ses his daddy, his eyes fair shinin' red.\n\n\"`Well, daddy,' ses young Leelikie, an' he look as slim as nex' week,\n`here's you' chance.  You sees all dis gum; now if you gets it all an'\nsmears it all over me, yards t'ick, an' den gi'es me a big ole lump of\nit in my hand an' sets me on a stone in de sun, while all de rest o' you\nfeed away till you gets over de rise; well, I'll soon get Ou' Jackalse\nfor you.'\n\n\"`How'll you do dat?' ax de ole daddy, sort o' tryin' to guess where de\nyoung fella's tryin' to sell him.\n\n\"`You'll see a' right enough, if you watches,' ses Leelikie.  `An'\nyou'll ha' to watch like t'ieves, an' come a-scootin' an' a-boundin'\nwhen I shouts.  Dere won't be no time to catch tings out o' you' tail on\nde way.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Baviyaan he look at young Baviyaan, an' he weigh it all up\nan' he won'er, an' while he's a-doin' dat young Leelikie sort o' knock\nup against dat sore tail of his daddy's.  Dat settle it.  Ou' Baviyaan\nhe wants Ou' Jackalse, an he wants him very bad, an if de young fella\ntinks he knows of a plan--why, he's about as smart a young baviyaan as\ndere is in de koppies, so he'll let him try anyway.\n\n\"So dey gets all dis gum, sticky ole gum, an' dey rubs it into young\nLeelikie's hair, an' dey daubs an' dey plasters an' dey piles it on till\nat last he's yust dat tick wid de gum he cahnt stir.  Den dey sits him\nnice an' comfy on a nice big stone, an' dey puts a whackin' ole chunk o'\nhalf baked gum in his hand in front of his mouth, an' dere dey leaves\nhim.\n\n\"Now dis is de time young Leelikie 'xpected to get in his work on de\ngum.  He reckoned he'd be yust wolfin' down dat gum, first de big chunk\nin his hand an' nex' to scrape hisse'f clean o' what's on him.  But ole\nsun had a say in dis f'm above, an' de hot stone had a say in it f'm\nbelow, till 'fore de rest o' de baviyaans had got out o' sight, de gum\nwas dat sticky dat he couldn' stir hand or leg; not so much as wiggle\nhis head.  An' dar's Ou' Jackalse a-creepin' an' a-peepin' an'\na-watchin' him.\n\n\"For Ou' Jackalse he'd bin yust dat mad he'd follo'd on ahter de\nbaviyaans, yust as young Leelikie made de rest tink he would.  But\nLeelikie ha'n't reckoned he was a-gun' to be stuck like dis.  He'd\nreckoned he'd be finis' eatin' de gum while Ou' Jackalse 'ud be waitin'\nfor de rest to get far enough off, an' dat 'ud give him yust de right\ntime to be skippin' back out o dat.  Whereas--here he wuz.\n\n\"An' here was Ou' Jackalse too, yust a-dancin' an a-prancin'.  `I's got\nyou dis time!' ses he.  `I's got you at last, gum an' all!  Won't I yust\nteach you!'\n\n\"Young Leelikie nearly busted a-tryin' to loose hisse'f, an' when Ou'\nJackalse seen how fast he was, he yust sit down an' open his mouf an'\nlick his chops.  `Look at my teef,' ses he.  `Now I has you!'\n\n\"Young Leelikie tried to let a yell out o' him for his daddy to come an'\nhe'p him, but his yaws was yust dat bunged up wid gum dere wahnt no\nopenin' dem needer.  `Oh, ain't you nice an' fat,' ses Ou' Jackalse,\nwatchin' him an' grinnin'.  `Yust feel here where I's gun' to take de\nfirst bite,' ses he, an' he digs young Leelikie in de ribs wid his right\nhan'.\n\n\"But yust about dat time he cahnt pull dat hand away to dig young\nLeelikie somewhere else.  `You make los' my hand,' ses he, mighty\nsnappy; `make it los', or I'll biff de pips off you,' ses he, an' he\nsmacks his toder hand agen Leelikie's ribses to give him a stand to get\nde oder away.  An' right dere dat's fast too.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse's years begin to stick up.  `Allah Crachty!' ses he, `if\nyou don't make los' my fisties I'll yust knock seven kinds o' chicken\nfeed out o' you.  Make los', you skellum!'\n\n\"But young Leelikie on'y wished he could make los', or do anytin' else\nbut yust sit an' say nawtin', an' wish his daddy was comin'.  Den Ou'\nJackalse's eyes begin to stick out wid 'fraid o' dis baviyaankie dat\nholds him an' ses nawtin'.  He tinks if he don't get his hands loose\nsometin's a-gun' to happen, `By de jimminy!' ses he, grindin' his teef,\n`if you don't lemme los' dis minute, I'll bite you' bally head off!'\n\n\"Wid dat he makes a reg'lar dive, teef first, to scoff young Leelikie's\nhead off, but he's in such a sweat he grabs de chunk o' gum in de hand\ninstead, an dere he is, bofe hands fast an' his head fast, an' here's\nOu' Baviyaan and Leelikie's broder yust a flyin' dis way now dey's got\nOu' Jackalse fast.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse sees 'em comin' an' he hears 'em car-rackin' an'\nbar-rackin', an' he yust puts every hair o' him into one mighty ole\nwrench or else he's done for.  Sometin' had to come--sometin' did--de\nseat o' young Leelikie's hide.  For Ou' Jackalse gi'en such a terr'ble\nole yank, an' de stone set back wid such a terr'ble ole stick fast, dat\nyoung Leelikie flew one way wid Ou' Jackalse, an' de seat of his hide\nstayed de oder way wid de gum on de stone; tore off wid a rip like a\nyard o' calico.\n\n\"De stone yust sot tight an' shined like he's smilin', but Ou' Jackalse\nhe whirraloo round dere like a fireworks.  An' about dat time Ou'\nBaviyaan an' de oder young baviyaankie made deir dive for him.\n\n\"Well, you never did see no sich a mix up.  For Ou' Jackalse he see dat\ndive yust in time, an' he yanks tings round so dey dives not into him\nbut into young Leelikie, an' dere dey is, yust as fast as he is, an' all\npullin' de roots out to get loose agen in different d'rections.\n\n\"But it he'p Ou' Jackalse all de same.  Two o' dem pullin' dat way an'\nhim pullin' dis, de two o' dem was boun' to be strongest, an' dey gi'es\none Allah Crachty of a yank till dey fair tears--not demselves, but\nyoung Leelikie, loose from Ou' Jackalse.  An' you can see to dis day how\nall de long hair was tore off his paws an' his yaws so bad it never grow\nlong any more,\" ended Old Hendrik solemnly.\n\n\"Oh, but,\" protested Annie, \"what happened then when Ou' Jackalse got\nloose?\"\n\n\"Why dere wahnt nawtin' to happen,\" returned Old Hendrik in a little\nastonishment.  \"Ou' Jackalse was loose, dat was what he was ahter, so he\nwent home an' sit down.  But Ou' Baviyaan he was yust dat proud o' young\nLeelikie bein' so smart as to ketch Ou' Jackalse dat way, dat it set de\nfashion to leave de seat o' you' hide on a gummy stone, an' dat's how it\ncomes dat all de baviyaans has a cobbler's patch to sit down on\nnowadays.  It ain't for pretty but for proud dey wears it.\n\n\"So now you knows why,\" ended Old Hendrik solemnly.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER THREE.\n\nWHY OLD JACKAL DANCED THE WAR-DANCE.\n\nA solid burst of rain; the hissing, thrashing deluge of the high veldt\nhad driven the hoe-wielders from the tobacco \"lands,\" and the old\nHottentot had retired thankfully to the barn to work on a lambskin\nkaross he was making for the mistress.  There the children found him,\nthough for the moment they were quiet as their father stepped in to ask\nOld Hendrik, in his strong American accent, if this rain was likely to\nflush the Vaal too deep for crossing at the drift below.\n\n\"Well, baas,\" answered he, \"dis hyer rain won't do it, p'r'aps, but I\nseen it pretty black up de river all dis mawnin', an' I reckon de\ndrift's a-gun' to be too strong for goin' a-visitin'.\"\n\n\"Then I guess I ain't a-tryin' it,\" decided the baas, withdrawing to the\nhouse.\n\nThe children took up the subject.  \"Is it goin' to be just _so_ big\nwide, Ou' Ta'?\" asked little Annie.\n\n\"Well, Ainkye,\" answered Old Hendrik, \"p'r'aps it ain't a-goin' to be\nyust so wide's it was when Ou' Jackalse danced de war-dance, and Ou'\nMensefreiter hit hisse'f on a rock into no bigger'n a water-millon; but\nit's a-goin' to be too full fo' your daddy to go yust sa'nterin' troo\nit.\"\n\n\"Oh, Ou' Ta', you never told us about that Mensefreiter at all,\" cried\nthe little girl reproachfully.\n\n\"Didn't I now?\" cried Old Hendrik.  \"Well, I'd ought to anyhow, 'cause\nit was mighty tough times for Ou' Jackalse an' Ou' Wolf dem days.\nBesides, dis is de same drift right hyer below.\n\n\"You see,\" he went on, squaring himself on the sack of mealies which\nserved him for a seat, \"times was hard wid all sorts of folk dat year.\nDe rinderpest come along, an' it just clean out all de game an' de buck,\ntill Ou' Jackalse an' Ou' Wolf dey may hunt all day an' dey may hunt all\nweek an' Sunday, an' den dey won't get de shadda of a buck.  Dey ha' to\nkeep on a-drinkin' water to keep deir tummies from growin' front an'\nback togeder.\"\n\n\"An what did Missis Jackalse an' little Ainkye Jackalse do for sometin'\nto eat, then?\" asked Annie anxiously.\n\n\"Oh, dere was no Missis Jackalse den,\" answered the old Hottentot\ncheerily.  \"Dis was long 'fore that Dis was when Ou' Jackalse an' Ou'\nWolf was young fellas, an' don't only go roun' upsittin' wid de nices'\nyoung misses dey can hear of.  An' it stand 'em in han' to be young\nfellas an' to had no fam'lies; 'cause de young fellas can scratch all\nday if dey like an' den dere ain't nawtin' to eat.\n\n\"Well, you knows Ou' Jackalse is mighty slim a-gettin' scoff if dere's\nanybody else has some, but it wahnt no use waitin' to steal what oder\nfolk ain't polished off, 'cause dere ain't nawtin' for oder folk to\nbegin on, let alone to leave for him to sneak it.  He yust ha' to hump\nhisse'f an' rustle roun' if he's a-gun' to get anytin'.  An' dis is\nwhere Ou' Jackalse's bein' so smart come in handy.  Ou' Wolf he keeps\na-gauntin' an' a-wobblin' on ahter de buck he tink he _might_ see over\nde nex' rise, but Ou' Jackalse he yust keep his eye skinned to size up\n_what's_ on de yonder side de ridge.\n\n\"Well, by'n'by he sees a farm where dere's a patch o' to'acco wanted\n'tendin' to mighty bad, an' de farmer he's a-leanin' on de gate an'\nfirst a-lookin' at de row an' den a-lookin' at de hoe, as if fo' one\nting he can't make up his mind where he's a-gun' to begin, an' as if for\nanoder ting he can't yust settle if he's goin' to start at all dis\nmawnin' nohow.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he look, an' he sit down, an' he 'gun to brush de grass\nbehin' him wid his tail, sort o' slow an' like he's tinkin' pretty deep.\nHe can't _eat_ tobacco; he know dat, but de man what work in de to'acco\nhe can eat sometin', an' sometin' a long shot better'n to'acco--he eat\nscoff.  So Ou' Jackalse he make up his mind an' down he go to de farmer.\n\n\"`Mawnin', baas!' ses he.  `Darie to'acco 'gin to look as if some of\nit's goin' to run wild an' some of it goin' to choke 'fore long,' ses\nhe.\n\n\"`Oh! 'tain't nawtin' to shout about yet,' ses de farmer.  `A good man\nan' a good hoe soon set dat a'right agen.'\n\n\"`Well, what you reckon you's goin' to give de good man fo' usin' de\ngood hoe an' doin' it?' ses Ou' Jackalse straight out.\n\n\"`Oh, I give him his scoff, an' a twist o' to'acco,' ses de farmer, lazy\nlike.\n\n\"`Hu!' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Ain't you feared you'll send him to drink an'\nto end up in de tronk wid all de money he'll have fo' spendin'?'  An'\nOu' Jackalse he fair sniff a bit.\n\n\"De man turn roun'.  `You please yourse'f,' ses he.  `I tink scoff's a\nlot in dese times, when de rinderpest is kill off not on'y all de meat\nbut all de oxen too, so we cahnt fetch nawtin' from nowhere.'\n\n\"`Well, good scoff?' axes Ou' Jackalse, like he want to make de best of\nit.\n\n\"`Dere ain't on'y one sort o' scoff at my place,' ses de man.  `Same\nsort o' scoff I get myse'f.'\n\n\"`Well, you leave de hoe here an' I see about it,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an'\nde man he yust drop dat hoe like it was hot, an' offs home to sit in de\ncool an' drink coffee.\n\n\"So Ou' Jackalse he'd made a start anyhow; he'd got a yob at least.  But\nif you tink he's goin' to balance hisse'f on de end o' dat hoe, well,\nyou's got hold o' de wrong ox dis time.  He yust come along to Ou' Wolf.\n`At last,' ses he.  `At last I's got a sight to get some scoff anyhow,'\nan' he fetch a big ole breaf like as if a sack o' Kaffir corn flop off\nhis back.\n\n\"`How's dat?' ses Ou' Wolf, a-sittin' down an' proppin' hisse'f up wid\nhis front foots, an' his tongue hangin' out like a sheepskin.\n\n\"`Dere's a farmer de yonder side de ridge, an' he want some'dy to do a\nbit in his to'acco, an' he'll give us a share of his scoff same as\nhisse'f,' ses Ou' Jackalse; an' he look at Ou' Wolf as if he ought to\ndrop two tickies in de bag next time he goes to church, like an ole\ndopper farmer when de rain save de crop.\n\n\"But Ou' Wolf he look at Ou' Jackalse sort o' s'picious.  `Do a bit in\nde to'acco?' ses he.  `Dat's _work_, ain't it?' ses he.\n\n\"`An' mighty glad to get it,' ses Ou' Jackalse, out big an' loud, makin'\nas if he was just wishin' dere was a hoe dere dis minute, so he could\nlick right in.\n\n\"`But--work,' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he droop his head an' he shake it slow\nan' swingin'.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, sort o' like he's ponderin' it.  `Darie baas\nhe reckon de man on de hoe is a-gun' to be workin', but de man on de hoe\nhe might reckon he don't know so much about dat.  He might reckon he'll\nknock it off in his own time.  He might s'pose it's him ha' to do it;\nan' he might 'member dat de longer dat yob last de longer his scoff\nlast.  See? fathead!' ses he.\n\n\"`Well, I wants de scoff,' ses Ou' Wolf; `dere ain't no shadda 'bout\ndat.  But, de work; I don't know,' ses he.\n\n\"`Now you look-a'-me,' ses Ou' Jackalse, 's if he was fair tired o' fool\nargyin'.  `You knows me.  Is _I_ likely to make de grass fly much\na-workin'? or is _I_ de sort o' one to work at all if dere was any oder\nsnift of a chance o' scoff?' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf tink he know Ou' Jackalse pretty well by dis time.  `No,' ses\nhe, kind o' considerin'.  `I don't tink you'd _work_ if dere was any\noder chance,' ses he.\n\n\"`Come along o' me, den,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' away dey pops.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he bring Ou' Wolf along to de gate an' he give him darie\nhoe.  `Dis is you' patch,' ses he, `mine's furder along on de yonder\nside de house.  I'll bring de scoff at dinner time, an' in de meantime\nyou yust get a sort o' wiggle on you, like's if you could work if you\nhad to,' an' off he stalk till he get out o' sight.  Den he flop down\nan' bake hisse'f in de sun.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he gets a sort o' stroke on him like a bywoner dat tinks\nit's a-pretty near time he shifted to some farm where dey don't raise no\ncrops nohow, and den about an hour before noon along comes Ou' Jackalse\nagen, an' he looks at what Ou' Wolf's done, an' he slant his eye at what\nhe ain't done, an' he tinks dere's a fair ole little lot o' dat yet.\n\n\"`Look-a'-me, Ou' Wolf,' ses he.  `It's a-comin' along to dinner time\nsoon, but _you_; you yust about ain't if dat's all you's done yet.  De\nbaas he'll tink what I done, an' he'll see what you ain't done, an' den,\nwhy, dere you is!  You ought to be sorry fo' you'se'f, when you looks at\nwhat you done.'\n\n\"`I yust is,' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he ain't a-considerin' 'fore he ses it\nneeder.  `I yust is,' an' he sort o' squint up at de sun to see how soon\nit's a-gun' to be noon, an' he sort o' guess at de row to see how soon\nit ain't likely to be done.\n\n\"`Well, it ain't my look out if de baas don't gi'e you no scoff fo' dat\nbit,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `I got you de work, but you cahnt look fo' me\nto do it fo' you too, as well's my own.  I cahnt only 'pologise fo' you.\nYou better get a bit wigglier wiggle on you if you wants some dinner,\nanyhow,' ses he, an' off he pops.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he tinks p'r'aps he had better hump hisse'f along a bit\nan' make a kind of a shine anyhow.  `I ain't a-gun' to let no sich a\nskellum ha' to 'pologise fo' me,' ses he, an' he yust lit into dat row\nlike he wants to get de baas to let him opset wid his daughter.\n\n\"Den it come along to noon, an' de farmer he come out to see what about\nde hoein'.  Ou' Jackalse he pop up out o' de long grass an' meet him.\n`I was yust a-comin' fo' de scoff,' ses he.\n\n\"`Scoff fo' dat much?' ses de farmer; `an' two o' you too!' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `we's a bit gone in fo' want o' scoff, dese\nlast days since de rinderpest, so p'r'aps we ain't a-quite got into de\nstroke yet.  But if we has a good dinner to-day, why den to-morro'--\nwell, to-morro',' ses he, an' he t'row out his ban's like to-morro'\ndey'll yust scoff darie hoein'!\n\n\"`Well, we'll see,' ses de farmer.  `You can come along now an' get de\nscoff,' an' so dey goes.\n\n\"Well, dis yere scoff turn out to be all bisceyt, Boer bisceyt, an' de\nbaas he give Ou' Jackalse enough fo' bofe o' dem, an' Ou' Jackalse he\nstart back.\n\n\"Now on de way he see a bushy little bush, an' he t'row one bisceyt in\ndere to hide it.  An' on de way he seen anoder little bush, an' he t'row\nanoder bisceyt into dat bush too, an' he do like a-dat till he ha'n't\non'y one bisceyt left.  An' den he up an' show Ou' Wolf dat _leetle_ one\nbisceyt.  `Dat's all de man had,' ses he.  `One f'r hisse'f, one f'r his\nwife an' childer, an' one f'r us.  But he's a-gun' to have mo'\nto-morro', he ses.'\n\n\"`I reckon he yust is,' ses Ou' Wolf, letting de hoe drop like he never\nhad hold of it yet.  `If he's a-gun' to get any more o' dis yere lan's\nhoed den he yust is.  How's I a-gun' to hoe to'acco on half a bisceyt?'\nses he.  `An' dis is de sort o' yob you was so sa'cy dat you'd got it to\nkeep us f'm starvin', is it?' ses he.  `A whole one half o' one\nbisceyt!' snorts he, 's if he wants to see some'dy yust step on his\nshadda, dat's all.\n\n\"`Well, half o' one bisceyt--dat's a deal better'n de whole o' one day\nwidout no scoff at all,' sniffs Ou' Jackalse, mighty insulted.  `But\nden, never mind.  _I is a_ bit stronger'n you, anyhow; so you yust eat\nmy half o' dat bisceyt as well's your own, an' I'll slip back an' eat\nsome o' de corn I seen dropped by de barn.  Dere's two-t'ree grains dere\nyet if de birds ain't pick 'em up 'fore dis,' an' off he flops, lookin'\nyust as full o' pious as a location predicant [Parson] when he's got a\ngood collection on a Sunday.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he feel a mighty sneak to let Ou' Jackalse lose his half de\nbisceyt like dat, but he don't can he'p it nohow, an' he's yust so\n'ongry dat while he bite off his own half o' de bisceyt he mess de\nyonder half de same time, an' den he might yust as well eat dat half\ntoo, 'cause he cahnt offer it to Ou' Jackalse now when it's all mussed.\nAn'--well; de fus' ting Ou' Wolf know, gop! he scoff dat half too.  But\nhe feel dat mean dat he work dat hoe like steam to easy his mind a bit.\n\n\"All dis time Ou' Jackalse he's a-pickin' up dem bisceyt he hid in de\nbushes, an' yust a-blowin' hisse'f out, till he cahnt on'y wink an'\nhar'ly stir his tail where he lie an' bake alongside a stone.\n\n\"Well, it go on like dis for one day after anoder, till one day along\ncomes Ou' Mensefreiter, an' he see Ou' Wolf a-hoein' in de to'acco, an'\nhe see Ou' Jackalse a-snuggin' an' a-bakin' atween a bush an' a stone.\n`Wotto!' ses Ou' Mensefreiter.  `Here's two,' an' he fair seizes 'em,\nan' he offs.\"\n\n\"But Ou' Ta',\" interjected the little girl.  \"What was that Mensefreiter\nlike?\"\n\n\"Oh, he was one o' dese yere bo'-constructors yo' daddy tells you about.\nAn' yet he don't was yust a constructor needer.  He was one o' dese\npuff-adders what spring t'ree yards high an' t'ree yards far at you,\nquicker'n you' eye can flash to watch 'em; only he was de grandaddy of\n'em all, an' so he was bigger'n a bo'-constructor, an' de same way he\ncould strike forty yard high, an' forty yard far, an' forty times\nquicker'n de biggest puff-adder dat ever make you yump an' run in de\nveldt.  An' he yust grab dese two and offs wid 'em to where he live--an'\ndat's de yonder side de drift down here.\n\n\"Well, de Mensefreiter he took de two out an' look 'em up an down, top\nan' bottom, as soon as he gets to his kraal.  He feel Ou' Wolf's bones\nan' he shake his head.  `You _is_ pretty fine drawed,' ses he.  `It 'ud\ntake two o' you to make a shadda.  You'll want some fattin' 'fore you's\ngood enough for a bile, let alone a roast.'\n\n\"Den he feel Ou' Jackalse, an' he sort o' smile all de way down his\nback.  `Well, you bin have a high ole time, ain't you, wid all dat fat\non you?  A week's feedin on de berries here'll give you yust a nice\nflavour,' ses he.\n\n\"So nex' day he gi'en 'em baskets; a sort o' baskets like a bottle, so's\nyou cahnt open it, an' so's you cahnt get your hand in.  You yust drops\nde berries in, an' den Ou' Mensefreiter he unlock de lid an' see how\nmuch you fetch home.  An' off dese two flops to pick berries.\n\n\"`Now look-a'-me,' ses Ou' Wolf to Ou' Jackalse.  `You better don't eat\ntoo much now, else you'll get scoffed 'fore you know it.  You better to\nget t'in like me an' den you'll live longer.  I's yust a-gun' to pick\nberries till de sweat run, den Ou' Mensefreiter ain't a-gun' to was'e\ntime eatin' me, I'll keep dat t'in.'\n\n\"`A' right I'll tink on,' ses Ou' Jackalse, but he ain't no more'n see\nde berries in de sun dan he wink to his nose end.  `I's fat,' ses he to\nhisse'f.  `I's fat, an' I's a-goin' to keep fat Ou' Mensefreiter ain't\na-eat me yet, and he ha'n't better hold his breat' till he does, needer,\nelse he's likely to get black in de face 'fore he finis'.'\n\n\"Next he tas'e one berry, an' ahter dat he yust about put one berry in\nhis basket and forty-one in his mout', till the yuice run all down his\nchest, an' he feel dat good he yust cahnt he'p it but he fair stan' on\nhis head wid fun like a wildebeeste.\n\n\"Well, it come along to time to get back to de kraal, an' yust when Ou'\nWolf was fair a-workin' an' a-snatchin' at de berries to fill his\nbasket, Ou' Jackalse he sort o' sa'nter past de basket behind him an'\nswop his own for it, yust so slim an' so quick dat Ou' Wolf never dream\non it.  On'y when dey start fo' de kraal, he say.  `Dese yere berries is\nmighty light, considerin' what a lot I picked an' all,' an' he mop his\nfore'ead as if he's glad dat yob's done.\n\n\"Dis went on de same every day; Ou' Wolf bringin' yust a han'ful home,\nan' Ou' Jackalse a fat basket, till one day Ou' Mensefreiter he wink at\nOu' Jackalse.  `You is a bit slim, ain't you, bringin' all your berries\nhome an' eatin' none, so's you won't get no fatter, huh?  But dis is\nwhere _I_ comes in.  I yust drops you inside dis hock,' ses he, droppin'\nhim in an empty place like a pigsty, `an' I fat you up wid seven days'\nfeed o' pun'kin like a little pig.  Den we'll see if you don't make de\nfinest kind o' dinner,' ses he.  `An' you, Ou' Wolf,' ses he, `you's de\nall right sort.  Yust you keep on in de berries, eatin plenty like you\nbin a doin', an' den one o' dese days you'll be nice an' fat too.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he take his basket at dat an' off out to de bessie berries\nagen, an' he won'er a bit; an' Ou' Jackalse he stop in de hock an' he\nkind o' begin to won'er too.  Dere's two or t'ree pun'kins, de finest\nkind o' pampoene, in de hock wid him--dat's his scoff fo' de day, an' if\nhe don't eat 'em all up 'fore night, den he's yust agun' to ketch it.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Jackalse he look at dem pampoene an' he kind o' feel he ain't\nyust a-yearnin' fo' dinner nohow.  He look over de top o' de wall o' de\nhock, but he know it ain't no manner o' use to try an' run for it,\n'cause Ou' Mensefreiter 'll snap him back 'fore he get into his stride\nhar'ly.  It ain't yust sich a fat time, bein' fat, ahter all, tinks he,\nan' he sort o' wish he had Ou' Wolf dere wid him somehow.  He look dis\nway an' he look dat way, but dere ain't nawtin', on'y de little pat'\na-runnin' down to de drift, and de drift a-risin' an' a-risin' wid it\nkeepin' on a-rainin' an' a-rainin' up de river.  It look mighty like Ou'\nJackalse's name's goin' to be `mud' dis time, an' his tail yust drop\nflop.\n\n\"Den he feel a sort o' quiet little twitch at his tail.  He look roun'\nsharp, an' dere he see little Kleinkie Mousie.  `What you bite me fo'?'\nses Ou' Jackalse, kind o' big, 'cause it kind o' give him a start wid\nmakin' him tink it was Ou' Mensefreiter had him.\n\n\"`You's got all dese pampoene, ain't you?  An' I want to talk to you\nabout de seeds for my dinner,' ses Kleinkie, his eyes a-shinin' black\nan' his paws yust ready to off 'fore you can swip you' tail.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he know he can't eat de seeds hisse'f, an' besides he\nain't yust dead gone on dem pun'kins nohow.  He tink he might's well be\na fine fella an' get his name up wid Kleinkie.  `A'right,' ses he, `if\nyou want a dinner, why, dere you is,' ses he, an' he sweep his hand up\nlike di'monds is dust an' he's yust scatterin' dust down de wind.  Den\nhe lean up agen de corner o' de hock an' watch Kleinkie fair gnawin' dem\nseeds, like it quite do him good to watch it.\n\n\"Well, dis went on till de sevent' day, an' to-morro' mawnin' Ou'\nJackalse is goin' to be shove in de pot an' roas'.  He 'gin to look down\nhis nose some, 'specially when he look at de pun'kin Ou' Mensefreiter\ndrop in fo' him to eat dis day.  It was yust one pun'kin, only one; but\nit was de biggest old pun'kin you ever did see.  `If I did get myse'f\nwrop round de outside o' dat pampoene I'd be sort o' fat-lookin'\nanyhow,' ses he, an' he smile kind o' mournful.\n\n\"Den up pops little Kleinkie.  `What's de matter?' ses he.  `You looks\nlike a location Kaffir when he bin had a night on Kaffir beer an' den\nha' to work next mawnin',' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `I never did work yet 'cept to get out o'\nwork.  But if I don't find some way o' gettin' out o' dis 'fore night,\nwidout Ou' Mensefreiter seein' me, den it's mighty likely I'd be glad to\nha' de chance to go to work to-morro' mawnin'.'\n\n\"`A bit rough dat,' ses Kleinkie.  `If dere was any way I could he'p\nnow?'\n\n\"Dat set Ou' Jackalse to studyin', an' it ain't a minute or two 'fore de\ntwinkle 'gin to shine in his eye, and his tail begin to rise itse'f.\n`Look-a'-me now, Kleinkie,' ses he; `dere is one way, if you an' de rest\no' you' people like to he'p a bit.'\n\n\"`How's dat?' axes Kleinkie.\n\n\"`Dis way,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `I cuts a hole in darie pampoene, an' den\nyou an' de rest turn to an' gnaw an' scrape out de inside till dere\nain't on'y yust de shell left.'\n\n\"`An' den?' axes Kleinkie.\n\n\"`Oh, den you'll see,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You yust get darie pampoene\nscrape' out first,' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Kleinkie.  `You gin us dem seeds a'right, you did, so now\nwe'll see what about dis yob;' an' off he pop an' fetch all de rest o'\nde mouses, an' it ain't har'ly no time 'fore dey has dat pun'kin scrape\nas clean inside as de mealie pap pot in a bywoner's fam'ly.\n\n\"`See me now,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he lift darie pun'kin an' he drop\nit _qu-i_-etly over de wall onto de groun' outside, on dat side away\nfrom where Ou' Mensefreiter's lyin' sunnin' hisse'f.  `See de drift down\ndere?' ses he; `an see how high it is wid de flood?  Well, once I get to\nde yonder side dat drift den Ou' Mensefreiter cahnt folio' me.  Floods\nis dat much good anyhow.  Now watch,' ses he.\n\n\"Wid dat he wriggle hisse'f out ahter de pun'kin, yust as flat as a new\nskun sheepskin, an' 'fore you could look twice he wiggle hisse'f right\ninto de inside o' dat pun'kin, till you couldn't see hide nor hair of\nhim.\n\n\"Den Kleinkie hear him begin to sing, _ve-ery_ soft an' low:--\n\n  \"Pampoenekie; Pampoenekie,\n  Roll down de pat'ickie;\n  Pampoenekie pat'ickie,\n  Pampoene roll!\n\n\"An' darie pun'kin begun an' ro-o-oll.\n\n\"Den Kleinkie keep on a-watchin', an' darie pun'kin find de pat' dat run\ndown to de drift.  Kleinkie watch yet, an' darie pun'kin keep on\na-rollin' an' a-swiftin' till, bounce! it splosh an' hit de water in de\ndrift Kleinkie watch, an' darie pun'kin went so fast it yust swish right\nacross to de yonder side de drift, an' Ou' Jackalse he step out an'\nsnatch up a willow stick in one hand, an' a big leaf in de oder, like a\nassegai an' a shield, an' swip! he begin to do a war-dance, yust\na-leapin' high an' a-chantin.\n\n\"Ou' Mensefreiter he lift his head when de pun'kin 'gun to roll Ou'\nMensefreiter he kink his back when de pun'kin hit de drift.  But Ou'\nMensefreiter, when he see Ou' Jackalse doin' darie war-dance--swip! he\nwhip hisse'f t'rough de air, an' de first place he light was down by de\nedge o' de drift.\n\n\"Dat drift was mighty wider'n he ever tried it afore, but he see Ou'\nJackalse a-springin' an' a-clinkin' his heels togeder on de yonder side,\nan' Ou' Mensefreiter he hump hisse'f agen, an'--swip!--he strike for it\nto get dat Jackalse anyhow.\n\n\"Forty yards was his everyday jump, an' sixty yards at Nachtmaal.  But\ndis day he bested dat mor'n double, an' yet he don't do enough.  Dere\nwas a big rock a-stickin' out o' de water, a long way short o' bein'\nacross, an' Ou' Mensefreiter come into it wid his nose, whack! smack!\nsich a bash an' a biff dat it yust drove his tail right on up into de\ninside of his head, an' dere he was, all in a ball no bigger'n a\nwater-millon, an' he roll off into de water an' down he go wid de\nstream; a-rubble an' a-bubble, an' a-over an' a-pover, till he drownded.\nAn dat's what happen to darie Mensefreiter,\" finished Old Hendrik.\n\n\"An' what did Ou' Wolf do?\" demanded the little girl.\n\n\"Oh, Ou' Jackalse he shout for Ou' Wolf to come along.  But Ou' Wolf he\nlook at de drift an' he look at Ou' Jackalse.  `Ain't you a-comin'?'\nshouts Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`What do I want to come for?' ses Ou' Wolf.  `All de berries I pick now\nI'll get a chance to eat 'em myse'f.  An' what do I want to come for?\nEatin' berries is better'n hoein' to'acco for half a bisceyt a day.  You\ngo an' hoe; I keep's here wid de bessie berries.  Besides--dere's\npun'kin.'\"\n\n\"And what did Old Jackalse have to do then?\" demanded the youngest boy.\n\n\"Well, I wouldn' yust like to say what Ou' Jackalse ha' to do,\" answered\nOld Hendrik.  \"But you can bet on what he didn' do--he didn' hoe.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER FOUR.\n\nHOW OLD JACKAL GOT THE PIGS.\n\nThe pigs had been very troublesome all the morning, almost destroying\nthe gate of the garden in their efforts to get at the tempting show\nwithin.  It was in reward for the help of the children in driving the\nmarauders away that Old Hendrik yielded at last to a question of Annie's\nand told them another tale.\n\n\"But you never told us, Ou' Ta',\" said the little girl, \"what Old Jackal\ndid for something to eat in the rinderpest time, after he crossed the\ndrift in the pumpkin.  What did he do?\"\n\n\"Well,\" replied the old Hottentot, scratching his head, \"I tole you what\nhe didn't do--he didn't hoe.  An' I'll tell you now dat, whatever he is\ndo, it's a-gun' to be sometin' skellum.  O' course, he hatto do sometin'\nto eat, now de game's all dead o' de rinderpest, an' he hatto do it\nquick an' lively too.  So he go raungin' round, an' he trot dis way an'\nhe trot dat way, an' de on'y chance he can see at all is at a farm where\ndere's some pigs.\n\n\"Dese yere pigs was all de time a-sneakin' into de lands, an' a-rootin'\nup de crops, an' de farmer he'd chase 'em out wid a long ox-whip till he\nnearly bu'st, an' den he'd stand an' mop his face an' swear what he's\na-gun' to do wid dem pigs if he don't get some'dy to look ahter 'em\nsoon.  O' course, if Ou' Jackalse had a-bin Ou' Wolf he'd a-gone right\nup an' ax for de yob hisse'f, straight out, an' de ting 'ud be done an'\nno more about it.  But he wahnt: he was yust Ou' Jackalse, an' he done\nJackalse--he plan'.\n\n\"De nex' time de man chase de pigs, Ou' Jackalse wait till dey gets into\na leetle grass-pan, an' den he try to drive 'em off furder.  But de man\nhe'd seen him a-stalkin', an' he run along wid his whip an' fetch a cut\nso near his tail dat Ou' Jackalse near yump out troo his eyeholes, an'\nhe fair light out f'm dere into some sugar cane an' hide.\n\n\"Well, dar he sit an' dar he tink an' study till he's added it all up,\nan' den he ses it out in once.  `I'll hatto get Ou' Wolf here,' ses he,\nbreakin' off a piece o' sugar cane an' bitin' on it.  `I reckon dat's\nwhat I'll hatto do; den I'll get dem pigs a' right.'\n\n\"Well, off he go, an' he come to de river side an' shout for Ou' Wolf.\nBy'n'by Ou' Wolf come an' stand on de oder bank, and Ou' Jackalse make\nlike he yust is s'prise' to see de look on him.  `Why, what's de matter\nwid you?' ses he.  `You does look mighty bad.'\n\n\"`I don't,' ses Ou' Wolf out straight.  `I feel yust dat good an' fat I\nwish dere was buck to hunt, even if I didn't ketch none.'\n\n\"`Don't you b'lieve it,' ses Ou' Jackalse, mighty concerned.  `You yust\nlooks good'n' bad.  You take an' look at you' eyes; dey're all red an'\nyalla, like you's in a terr'ble state.  An' look at de skin under your\nyaws, an den at de hair on de top o' you' head, an' you'll see straight\noff how bad you is.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Jackalse speak dat se'ious dat Ou' Wolf try to look where Ou'\nJackalse tell him.  But he didn' had no lookin'-glass, an' he try to\nlook widout one.  An' he look dat cross-eyed, tryin' to see wid his one\neye into his toder eye, dat he fair loose all de skin along bofe sides\nhis ribses an' stiffen his tail right flop up wid de pull in tryin'.\nAn' when he see dat his eyes cahnt see into one anoder, he 'gin to tink\nif he ain't a bit bad ahter all.\n\n\"Den he try to see de skin under his yaws, and he twist an' he snake\ntill he fair stan' on his head an' scratch de air--an' yet he cahnt get\na look at it.  Dat make him feel he ain't a-feelin' well at all.  But\nwhen he try to 'xamine de hair on de top of his head, he get dat desprit\nhe fair t'row a double back somerset an' land hisse'f clean into de\nmuddy river, an' when he's crawled onto a rock an' stood a bit he makes\nup his min' dat dere ain't no two ways about it--he's feelin' bad.\n\n\"`What'll I ha' to do for it?' ses he to Ou' Jackalse, 'cause Ou'\nJackalse is King Lion's doctor.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `you see what it is.  It comes o' you' eatin'\non'y dese yere bessie berries an' pun'kin; an' pun'kins is mighty bad\nwidout some meat wid 'em.  You'll hatto yust eat meat for a while, dat's\nwhat you'll hatto do; an' I's sorry for dat, 'cause I's yust found out\nwhere dere is some, an' dere ain't har'ly mo' dan enough for me.  But,\nbein' as it is, an' bein' as it's you, I s'pose I'll hatto share wid you\nnow, you an' me bein' such ole chummies.  A' right den; if I has to do\nit I has to, so come on across an' we'll get it done,' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he tink by jimminy Ou' Jackalse is yust about de decentis'\nchap he's seen for a long time.  `It's mighty good o' you to do it,' ses\nhe; `an' I ain't a-gun' to forget it needer.'  Den he plunk into de\ndrift an' come out on de bank.  `Where's dis yere meat at?' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, lookin' kind o' far away over his shoulder,\n`it's a dis way.  Over on de yonder side dat spruit dere's a farm where\ndey has some pigs, an' dese yere pigs is makin' a terr'ble trouble,\nrootin' up de mealie lands, an' de sugar cane, an' de water-millons; an\nde baas he says he want some'dy to look ahter 'em.  You should hear him\nswear to dat Well now, you go an' take de yob o' mindin' 'em.  Den you\ndrive 'em down to de spruit to look ahter 'em, an' I'll be dere, an'\nwe'll see what we do nex.'\n\n\"`Right-o!' ses Ou' Wolf, an' off he go.\n\n\"Well, he gets de yob.  `Mind now an' keep you' eye open for a Jackalse\ndere is som'eres about,' ses de man.  `I seen him a'ready havin' a try\nfor 'em.'\n\n\"`Oh, I'll be a-lookin' out for darie Jackalse,' ses Ou' Wolf.  `I's\nseen him myse'f a'ready, an' he ain't a-gun' to get de best o' me,' ses\nhe.\n\n\"So Ou' Wolf he drives de pigses down to de spruit, an' dar's Ou'\nJackalse a-waitin' him.  `What we gotto do nex'?' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he stop chewin' on de piece o' sugar cane an' he laugh\nright out.  `I'll show you,' ses he.  `Now we'll yust drive de pigs into\nde donga here, an' we'll ketch 'em an' cut off all deir tailses; every\nlast one o' dem.'\n\n\"Well, dey done it, an' mighty hard work on sich a hot day too; an' Ou'\nWolf notice every now an' agen dat he's doin' most o' de work an' Ou'\nJackalse doin' mighty little but de bossin'.  But he don't say nawtin'\nyet, 'cause he feel he'll yust hatto get cured.  `An' what do we do wid\ndese yere tails now?' ses he when dey finis'.\n\n\"`See dat mud hole?' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Well, you stick de tails all\nabout in de mud, wid deir little curls a-curlin' in de air.  Do dat\nnow.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he done it.  `An' what's de nex' ting?' ses he.\n\n\"`Well, de nex' ting is one ting, but dere's anoder ting afore dat,' ses\nOu' Jackalse.  `De nex' ting is for you to go an' tell de man dat de\n_wilde-honde_ come an' chase de pigs till dey run 'em plunk-clunk right\ninto de mud hole, an' dar dey all is, head down an' dead down, smodered,\nwid on'y deir little curly tailses a-stickin' out.  Dat's de nex' ting,\nbut de ting afore dat is dis way.  De man he'll say--\"Why didn' you pull\n'em out?\"  An' you'll say you tried to an' come mighty near bein' smoder\nyourse'f.  Den he'll say--\"Where's de mud on you?\"  An'--well, dere you\nis, where is dat mud?' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he look mighty business\nlike.\n\n\"`Den I hatto daub myself wid mud?' ses Ou' Wolf, like he's tinkin'\nweder he will or not.\n\n\"`Daub yourse'f?' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Daub ain't no sort o' word for it.\nYou's fair got to roll in it, an' squirm in it, till you look like you\ncome so near bein' smodered dat dere wahnt no fun in it at all.  But\nI'll he'p you,' ses he.  `Here you is now, an' over you goes,' an' 'fore\nOu' Wolf knows what's a-happenin', Ou' Jackalse lands in his ribses,\nbiff! head first an' wollop he go, smack into de mud.\n\n\"Wid Ou' Wolf bein' tuk so s'prise' like dat he had his mouf open an'\nshoutin' when he hit de mud, an' his years an' his eyes open, an' he\nsquash 'em all so full o' mud, inside an' out, dat he tink he surely is\na goner.  An' Ou' Jackalse he yust lie down on de bank an' flop wid\nlaughin', an' he feel dat good he 'gin to lam more mud at Ou' Wolf where\nhe's a-diggin' hisse'f out.\n\n\"Den Ou' Wolf, gets out at last, an' he stand an' try to scrape de mud\nouten his eyes till he can look at Ou' Jackalse.  But Ou' Jackalse he\nlook at him like it was a hawse he was a-buyin'.  `Dat's about it,' ses\nhe.  `You's yust about right now.  De man'll see right off dat you done\nall you could to save dem pigs, an' he'll gi'e you sometin' for it.\nYou's about de mise'blest looking ting in de veldt yust now, but you's\nabout de usefullest chummy ever was.'\n\n\"`Oh, I is, is I?' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he don't know weder he's a-gun' to\nfight or on'y use some words.  But de mud in his tummy make him feel dat\nsick he don't do one nor toder.  He on'y ses--`An' what's you goin' to\ndo all dis time?'\n\n\"`Oh, while you's gone I takes de pigses an' I lights out for de kraal\nat you' house.  Den when you comes an' finds me dere well have meat; all\nde meat we want.  An' dat's what'll cure you; you tink o' dat now,' ses\nhe.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he tunk.  `Well, a'right dis time,' ses he, an' off he snake\nhisse'f, for he was dat t'ick an heavy wid de mud he cahnt trot at all.\n\n\"Well, he comes to de man, an' he tell him how de pigs is smodered, an'\nde man comes back wid him to have a look.  He looks at de mud hole, an'\nat all de little curly tails a-stickin' up, an' den he look at Ou' Wolf.\n`You's sure de pigs is smoder' in dere?' ses he.\n\n\"`Dere's deir little curly tails a-stickin' out,' ses Ou' Wolf.  `Dey's\nall down under dere, head firs'.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses de man, `dat's mighty funny now; 'cause yestiday I rode\ntroo dat mud hole an' it wahnt knee deep.'  An' den he make a grab for a\ntail, an' dar it is in his han', clean cut off.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he tink it's about time to be slantin' out o' dat, but he\nha'n't made de second stride afore de man had him.  `Deir little curly\ntails is a-stickin' out, is dey?' ses he, an bash he biffs him in de\nribses.  `De _wilde-honde_ chase 'em into de mud, did dey?' an' he yust\nmash de wind outen him.  `Dey's smoder', is dey?' ses he, an' he grabs\nOu' Wolf up in de air an' lam him down on de ground, an' den he fair\nwipe up de scenery wid him.  Den he left what was left an' went off back\nto de house.\n\n\"Well, ahter a while Ou' Wolf he scrape up what dere is of him, an' he\nslant out for home, mighty slow an' mighty sorry, on'y he tink, well,\nhe's a-gun' to get dat meat now to cure hisse'f wid, as soon as he gets\nto de kraal an' de pigs.\n\n\"But he gets to de kraal an' he don't get to de pigs, 'cause de pigs\nain't dere, an' dere ain't no sign of Ou' Jackalse needer.  `Dat's\nfunny,' ses he.  Den he sit down to wait, an' he wait till it drop dark,\nan' still dere ain't no Jackalse an' no pigses.  `If he don't come 'fore\nlong,' ses Ou' Wolf, an he grines his teef.\n\n\"But long or short Ou' Jackalse didn't come--dat night nor de next\nmawnin'.  An' what's mo',\" ended Old Hendrik, \"he ain't never come dere\nyet.  But f'm dat day to dis he's al'ays had plenty lard in his house to\nkeep his nose well greased.  I don't say how he has it, but he has it--\ndat's all.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER FIVE.\n\nWHEN OU' WOLF BUILT HIS HOUSE.\n\nIt was a day or two afterwards before the children caught Old Hendrik in\nthe mood again.  But sweet dumplings to dinner, with cinnamon sauce, had\nmellowed him this day, and they were quick to see it.\n\n\"But how did Ou' Wolf an' Ou' Jackalse first fall out, Ou' Ta'?\"\ndemanded the eldest boy.\n\n\"Dere never was no first fall out,\" answered the old Hottentot with a\nsly grin, shifting his seat under the old mimosa to get the best of its\nshade before beginning.  \"Dere didn't need to be no first: it yust come\nnatural.  Ou' jackalse yust couldn't he'p hisse'f.  Dar was Ou' Wolf;\nall de time so quiet, an' all de time a-workin' an' a-doin' sometin' for\nhisse'f.  An' den dere was Ou' Jackalse; all de time so slim, an' all de\ntime never a-workin' nor a-doin' anytin' 'cept to get out o' workin' an'\ndoin' sometin' for hisse'f.  Ou' Wolf he'd go a-huntin' for what he _had\nto_ get; an' Ou' Jackalse he'd sit an' bake in de sun an' plan skellum\nfor what he _want_ to get.  Natchally dey was al'ays fall out f'm de\nbeginnin': dere wahnt no oder way to it.\n\n\"Look now, dat time when Ou' Wolf build his house--look what happen den.\nDar was Ou' Wolf all jump-an'-ginger to get Missus Wolf married to him.\nBut he cahnt get married till he build his house to put her in.  So\ndere he was a-workin' away at darie house, yust so set to finis' it\n'fore de time's up dat he don't har'ly gi'e hisse'f time to hunt enough\nto eat.  He don't take but mighty little to breakfas', an' ahter\nbreakfas' he yust slap de rest o' de meat an' de bones into de pot to be\ncookin', ready agen dinner-time, while he's a-workin' away like crazy.\n\n\"Well, he gets to t'atchin' away, an' along comes Ou' Jackalse, an' he\nsmell darie stew in de pot, an' 'fore you can wink he's on to it an'\na-holdin' up dat lid.  `Allah man!' ses he, `dat do smell good.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf up on de roof-poles hears darie lid a-liftin', an' he look\nround yust in time.  You should a-hear him shout, `Ho, yeh!  What for\nyeh lookin' in darie pot?' ses he, an' he grabs his two hands on de\nbeam, an' sets one foot on it, as if he was yust a-comin' down in one\nyump, flop on Ou' Jackalse chest.\n\n\"`Mawnin'!  Oom Wolf,' ses Ou' Jackalse, yust as s'prise' an' cheerful\nas sun-up.  `Glad it's you.  I been a-wantin' some breakfas' yust so bad\ndat my tummy tinks my troat's cut.'\n\n\"`Ho! you wants some breakfas', does you?' ses Ou' Wolf, mighty snifty.\n`Well, you yust keep on a-wantin'.  Dere ain't no breakfas' here for\nnob'dy.  Dere's yust one dinner an' dat's for me.  Darie meat in darie\npot's it.  I hain't no time to go a-huntin' for oder folks eatin': I got\nsometin' else to do,' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he put dat lid back mighty slow an' mighty sorry (like a\nlittle boy I knows when his mammy makes him put down de sugar pot at\nbreakfas'), an' all de time he's watchin' Ou' Wolf out o' de corner of\nhis eye to see if he's reg'lar raungin' mad about it or not.  But Ou'\nWolf reg'lar is.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he 'gun to tink p'r'aps he ain't a-gun' to get darie\nbreakfas' so much ahter all.  Den he sniff de smell agen, an' it ain't\nno manner o' use--four men an' a dog couldn't a-druv him away f'm dat\nsmell; he yust ha' to have dat breakfas'.\n\n\"`So yeh's got sometin' else to do, has yeh?' ses he den, a sort o' slow\nan' hurt like.  `You mustto, I should say; an' it must be sometin'\nmighty busy to make you so snarley like dat when an ole friend like me\nt'ought you'd like him to take a bite o' breakfas' wid you.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he feel mighty mean, but den he tink on Missus Wolf, an' it\nain't no use; he yust ha' to get dat house finis'.  `I cahnt he'p it,'\nses he, stiff an' hairy.  `Dis yere house gotto be finis'.  I hain't no\ntime to be a-huntin' my dinner when dinner-time come.  'Sides, I'll be\ntoo 'ungry.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, shakin' his head as if he wouldn' ha'\nb'lieved it of Ou' Wolf if he ha'n't a-seen it.  `Well, if you feel like\ndat it must be sometin' pretty bad.  What's you in such a Allah Crachty\nhurry to finis' dis house for anyhow?' ses he.  `Ou' Wolf he don't like\nto let it out, but he ha' to say sometin' to 'scuse hisse'f.'  He outs\nwid it.  `Goin' to get married,' ses he, sharp an' spiky.  `Dat's what.'\n\n\"`Oh, dat's it, is it?' ses Ou' Jackalse sort o' brightenin' up an half\na-laughin' all at once.  `Well, dat is sometin' to be a bit hairy about.\nIf dat's it, why I ain't got nawtin' more to say about it, but on'y\nyust to turn to an' he'p you straightaway.  If you's goin' to be\nmarried, den we's yust gotto get dis house finis',' ses he, an' he brace\nup an' look as if he's gettin' a mighty fine speech off'n his chest.\n\n\"But Ou' Wolf he 'members Ou' Jackalse, an' he don't b'lieve in no sich\na fine offer.  `'Tain't no good,' ses he.  `Dat's my dinner, an' it\nain't a-gun' to be nob'dy's breakfas'.'\n\n\"But you cahnt insult Ou' Jackalse nohow while he's a-smellin' dat\nsmell.  `It ain't a-gun' to be my breakfas' nohow,' ses he, mighty brisk\nand pleasant like.  `I yust wouldn' have it--now I knows what's de\nmatter--not if you wanted me to.  You'll want you' dinner pretty bad\nwhen de time comes--a lot mo' dan I shall' (an' here Ou' Jackalse sort\no' skip his back leg out an' wink at it), `so I'm yust a-gun' to lend\nyou a hand to get finis',' an' he offs wid his coat an' chucks it down.\n`Look out for me,' ses he.  `I's a-comin' up to dat t'atchin'.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he don't know what to say.  He feel dat mean he wish Ou'\nJackalse 'ud slip an' break his neck comin' up.  But Ou' Jackalse he\nain't a slippin' while he ain't had dat meat yet outen darie pot, an' he\ncomes up yust as chirpy as a finch in a peach tree.  `Why, we'll ha' dis\nyob finis' in no time,' ses he, an' he smack Ou' Wolf on his back atween\nde shoulders dat hearty he jarred de frown right off'n his face.\n\n\"`You's too slow to shift you' own shadda.  See me now.  I'll lay de\nt'atch on dis lower row an' you work on up to de top f'm dat,' ses Ou'\nJackalse, as he slam one bundle o' reeds at Ou' Wolf an' hitch anoder\nunder his own leg on de rafter where he's a-straddlin'.  `You's worse\ndan Ou' Miss Kuraan for stan'in' an' yaw, yaw, yawin',' ses he.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he cahnt yust feel like he's a-likin' it at all; he's\nknowed Ou' Jackalse too long for dat; but yet he cahnt yust see his way\nouten it needer.  De longer dey work, de harder he get to studyin' yust\nwhat Ou' Jackalse is a-meanin'; an' he tink so much an' he tink so deep\ndat he clean forgot to watch yust what Ou' Jackalse is a-doin'.\n\n\"An' what _was_ Ou' Jackalse a-doin' all de time, ses you?  Why now,\nwhat would darie ou' skellum be a-doin' but doin' skellum.  First string\no' t'atch he lay along de rafters he's mighty cheerful an' mighty busy.\nSecond string he lay along an' you can see all de cheerful drop outen\nhis face an' see de grin begin to run an' flicker where de cheerful was\nbefore.  De t'ird string he lay an' de fun begun to sheet in his eyes\nlike de dry lightnin' on a summer night, an' he yust couldn't hold in no\nlonger.  He ketch hold o' de roots of his tail an' he fair whizz it\nround and round till he almos' make it hum, he feel dat full o' laughin'\ninside him.  An' all dis time Ou' Wolf yust had his back to him,\na-studyin' an' a-won'erin' what mischief make Ou' Jackalse want to he'p\nhim.  But he don't like to look round to watch somehow.\n\n\"Den de fourt' string Ou' Jackalse lay he work as quiet an' as slim as\nif he's a-stealin' it; an' de ting dat it's in his mind to do, dat's de\ntime he's doin' it?  Ou' Wolf he's still a-studyin' an' he keep on still\na-studyin', till in about one jiff he hear darie pot lid a-liftin' agen,\nan de smell comes up dat good an' t'ick he can taste it.\n\n\"He swip his head round, an' dere was Ou' Jackalse wid de lid up an' his\nnose a-workin' an' a-sniffin' in de steam Didn' Ou' Wolf shout den.\n`Ho, yeh!  How com' yeh at darie dinner again?'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he cock one year up to hear, an' he cock one eye up to\nsee.  `Oh, dat's all right,' ses he, quite comfy.  `Dis ain't dat pot at\nall.  Dis ain't no dinner; dis is yust a breakfas'.  You ain't got no\nshout in dis at all.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he don't say not a word, but he yust make one flyin' yump to\nland right fair on Ou' Jackalse neck.\n\n\"But he don't land.  'Stead o' dat he tink he's yumped right troo\nhisse'f an turned hisse'f inside out.  Anyway, he knows he finds hisse'f\nhangin' down, head first, between de rafters, a-scratchin' an'\na-fratchin' in de air.  When Ou' Jackalse t'atch dat fourt' string he\nt'atch Ou' Wolf's tail fast in wid it, an' dere's Ou' Wolf now a-hangin'\nby dat tail, head down an' fightin', an' he cahnt get back nohow.\n\n\"An' don't he shout!  `Le' me down out o' dis,' ses he.  `You hear me\nnow!  Le' me down or I'll bang de stuffin' out o' you!'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he smile quite s'prise' like.  `What you want down out o'\ndat for anyhow?' ses he, spearin' out a piece o' meat f'm de pot--an'\nho! but you ought to seen him lick his lips.  `Dis cahnt be nawtin' to\ndo wi' you nohow.  Yours is a dinner, ses you, an' dis is a breakfas',\nyou can see dat you'se'f, 'cause I's a-eatin' it an' it's breakfas'\ntime.'  An' he gullups down de meat off'n half a dozen bones.\n\n\"`Le' me down now!' yells Ou' Wolf, gettin' black in de face.  `I'll\nyust show you weder dat's a breakfas' or a dinner.  I'll teach you weder\nit's mine or not!'\n\n\"`Now you look-a'-me, Oom Wolf,' ses Ou' Jackalse, his eyes a-twinklin'\nfresh as he swipe down de last meat off'n de first rib.  `I'll tell you\nwhat I'll do; I'll divide wid yeh--dat's fair enough.  So here you is\nfor your share,' an' he lams de clean bone at Ou' Wolf an' catches him a\nhummer on de jaw.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he fair lets out at dat; big words; words what make you' years\nstand on end.  An' all de time Ou' Jackalse keep on a-dippin' an'\na-spearin' in de pot, an' a-tellin' Ou' Wolf what a clinkin' fine piece\no' meat he's pullin' out, an' how nice it taste, an' how he hope Ou'\nWolf 'll fin' his dinner yust as nice when de time come--`'Cause you\nsaid yust now you has your dinner in a pot som'eres round here, didn'\nyeh?' ses he, an' he lams him wid anoder bone, biff!\n\n\"Den de last meat was eat an' de last bone t'rown, an' Ou' Jackalse he\ncome wid a long reed an' he gun' to tickle Ou' Wolf on de end of his\nnose where he's a-hangin'.  But Ou' Wolf he's in dat rage he yust snap\nan' yap at darie reed till all de frame o' de house begin to shake, an'\nOu' Jackalse he tink it's about time to get f'm under.  An' dere ain't\nno more to stop for anyhow--he might as well keep on a-movin'.  So he\ndid.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he's yust dat mad he won't shout Ou' Jackalse back to\nlet him down an' dey'll say no more about it.  Not him; he'll yust hang\nan' rattle an' see him blowed first.  But young Missus Wolf--well, you\n'members dey wahnt married yet till de house 'ud be finis', an' I s'pose\nsomehow she couldn't he'p herse'f, but she yust hatto sa'nter past in de\ntrees, an' sort o' peep an' see how de house is a-gettin' on.  An' dere\nshe seen Ou' Wolf a-hangin', head down, an' black in de face.\n\n\"Sich a scrick she got, an' sich a scream she let out! an' in about two\nticks she was inside darie house frame to hold him up.  She cahnt reach\nhis head de fust time, but de second time she yump so high she ketch him\nby de years, an' dere she is, a-hangin' down f'm him--to hold him up!\nAn' Ou' Wolf he's dat much gone on her he don't like to say nawtin'\nabout it--but he feel his tail like comin' out by de roots.\n\n\"At last ses he--`You'd better go up on de roof an' make loose my tail.\nI'll p'r'aps get down quicker dat way,' ses he.\n\n\"As soon as she hear him speak--`Oh, he ain't dead yet, he's alive yet,'\nses she.  An' she's yust dat glad she fair hangs an' swings agen, till\nOu' Wolf hatto say sometin'.  `But my tail ain't a-gun' to last much\nmore,' ses he.\n\n\"Dat sort o' cut into her sense a bit, an' she stop an' look.  `Oh,\ndat's it, is it?' ses she, an' she looks as if dat ain't no great shakes\nto be de matter wid him.  `If you'd yust go up an' make it loose?' ses\nhe.\n\n\"`Hump!' ses she, but she cahnt say no more yust yet, an' so up she go.\nBut when she get up on de roof an' see how fast his tail is t'atched in\nwid de rest, it kind o' strike her to won'er how de jimminy his tail\ncome like dat, an' she hadn't more'n begun to un-t'atch it 'fore she\nbegin to ax him how come it so.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he ain't in no Allah Crachty hurry to tell her all about it,\nbut he ain't no good at tellin' you-know-whats.  So what he hatto do he\nyust up an' did, an' he told her de hull tale plump.\n\n\"Now p'r'aps she tinks a lot of Ou' Wolf, an' agen p'r'aps she tinks\nmore about bein' goin' to get married an' have a house o' her own to\nboss in.  But anyhow she tinks a lot de most o' herse'f, an' she gets\ndat mad wid him for bein' had so silly dat she cahnt stand it nohow.\nShe yust stop unt'atchin', an' she fair slam herse'f half way down troo\nde rafters to reach him an' biff him a one-two in de ribses.  `Take\ndat!' ses she, `an' dat! for bein' sich a fathead!'\n\n\"`Ouk!  Ouk!'  Ou' Wolf he yell, an' he make sich a kick an' sich a\nfluster to get out o' reach, dat fust ting you know de t'atch won't hold\nno longer an' it come loose an' let him down _wollop_! fair on his head.\nBut Missus Wolf she's yust dat mad-an'-ginger dat she try to grab him\nan' hold him up f'm droppin' till she can biff him agen; an' she grab\nyust too far an' miss her reach, an' down she come as well, head fust\ntoo, biff into his tummy, an' knock de wind clean outen him.\n\n\"Atween his head an' his tummy Ou' Wolf he tink he's fair about dyin',\nbut in yust two ticks Missus Wolf was up an' a-lammin' into him.  Den he\nknowed yust how dead he ain't, for he yumps up wid a howl an' a howler,\nan' he fair streak it out o' dat into de vach-a-bikkie bushes till he\ncould lost her.  He sit down dere, but he cahnt tink for feelin', an' he\ncahnt rub his head for tinkin' on his tummy, nor rub his tummy for\ntinkin' on his head.\n\n\"But he lay it all up to Ou' Jackalse.  `Yust wait till I get a fair ole\nchance,' ses he, `den see if I don't get so even wid him it'll stick out\nde oder side.  Dat's all.'\n\n\"Well, it went on like dis till one day Ou' Wolf was a-raungin' along,\nan' who should he see alongside de road but Ou' Jackalse, a-sittin' an'\na-polishin' off de last piece o' biltong outen a bag; nice, fat,\nbuck-biltong.\n\n\"`Now I's got him!  See me if I don't do sometin' now,' ses Ou' Wolf,\nan' he sits him down for a minute to see what's de best way to do it.\n\n\"But Ou' Jackalse had seen him long ago a'ready, an' he don't hatto sit\ndown an' study how he's goin' to do.  He knows it an' he does it.  He\ndon't wait to be yumped.  He yust gets straight up and skips over to Ou'\nWolf, like as if he ain't seen him for he don't know how long, an' he\nnever was so glad.  `Here you is,' ses he `Yust de very one an' yust in\ntime.  Here, taste dat,' ses he an' he offers him de last little piece\no' de biltong.  `I owes you a good breakfas', an' now I's a-gun' to pay\nyou half a dozen for it.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he don't know.  He's mighty s'picious of Ou' Jackalse any time\nyou like, an' worse when he's a-offerin' good turns.  He draws back a\nbit.  But dat biltong it look so red an' sweet in de middle, where it's\ncut across, an' Ou' Jackalse is a-lickin' his lips wid such a smacks,\ndat Ou' Wolf he take dat little piece an' he wolf it down.\n\n\"Dat piece taste yust so good he cahnt he'p it--he's gotto ha' some\nmore.  `Where's dere more o' dat?' ses he.  `Tell me quick till I gets\nat it.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse smile.  `Well,' ses he, `I've a-eat dat much dat I cahnt\nrun fast enough myse'f.  If I hadn't a-done I'd a-gone wid you.  But it\ndon't matter anyhow--it's yust too easy for troublin' about.'\n\n\"`Ne'er min' dat.  Where's it?' ses Ou' Wolf, short an' sharp.\n\n\"`On de road dere,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `On dat road you sees de spoor of\na waggon dat's went along not so long since.  All you has to do is to\nrun a bit wide an' get ahead o' dat waggon.  Den you lie down in de road\nan' make like you's dead--too dead for skinnin' in a hurry.  De\nwaggon'll come along an' de baas he'll see you, an' he'll say--\"Hello!\nhere's a dead wolf.  His skin'll make a fine mat for my wife.  I'll take\nhim home an' skin him.\"\n\n\"`Den he'll pick you up an chuck you on de waggon, an' dere's where all\nde biltong is--sacks an' sacks of it.  All you has to do is to wait a\nbit till de man ain't a-lookin', an' den, flip!--you drops a sack o' de\nnicest biltong out an' slips off ahter it you'se'f.  I on'y wish I had\nroom for mo',' ses he, an' he rubs his tummy like he's fair a-longin'.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he look at Ou' Jackalse an' he tink what he was intendin' o'\ndoin'.  But de taste o' dat biltong yust make his mouf run, an' he cahnt\nwait.  `Is dat de way you got yours?' ses he, sharp an' hairy.\n\n\"`Dat's de hull way,' ses Ou' Jackalse; `an' I's a laughin' yet to tink\non it--it's so easy.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he don't want to seem like he's too soft a-b'lievin', but de\nbiltong make him fair yammer for more.  `Well,' ses he, `we'll see,' an'\noff he sets to come round darie waggon.\n\n\"By'n'by he gets ahead, an' den he cuts into de road an' lies down, an'\nmakes yust de same as if he's dead.\n\n\"De waggon comes along, an' de man he see Ou' Wolf a-lyin' like dead in\nde road.  `Hello!' ses he, fair a-bristlin', `here's anoder on 'em, is\ndere?  On'y toder one was a yackalse.  An' dis 'un's goin' to get\nchucked into de waggon too, is he, an' steal anoder sack o' biltong as\nwell?  But we'll yust see about dat, we will.  Here's you!' ses he, an'\nhe fair yump right square on Ou' Wolf's ribses--wallop!\n\n\"`Wou-uk!' yells Ou' Wolf, an' he try to up an' run for it.\n\n\"`So, you're anoder, is you?' shouts de man, an' wallop he yumps on him\nagen.\n\n\"`I didn't.  Le' me go,' yells Ou' Wolf at dat.\n\n\"`Steal anoder sack, will you!' shouts de man, an'--wop!--he yumps on\nhim some more.\n\n\"But Ou' Wolf's yust about had enough.  If he don't get out o' dat\nimmeejitly, if not sooner, den he's goin' to be deader dan he shammed a\nminute since.  'Fore you can say knife! he yust scratched up an' away\nan' light out for de oder side o' de sky line, wid de man a-peltin' him\nwid a stone for every stride.  `P'r'aps you'll come agen,' ses de man.\n\n\"When Ou' Wolf manage to crawl to de ridge he look back, an' he sees de\nman a-whackin' de whip into his team an' shoutin' like he feels right\ngood an' sa'cy.  `Allah Crachty! look-a'-dat now,' ses Ou' Wolf to\nhisse'f, but he don't rub no spot 'cause he cahnt make up his mind which\nis de sorest.\n\n\"Den he look along de ridge an' dere he see Ou' Jackalse, yust a-hoppin'\nan' a-rollin' wid laughin'.  Ou' Wolf he look an' Ou' Wolf he tink.  But\nOu' Wolf he's still a-feelin' too, an he fair flop down an' say nothin'.\nDere wahnt anytin' else to say.  But he shake his head: I tell you he\nshake his head,\" ended Old Hendrik, shaking his own head with the word.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER SIX.\n\nOU' WOLF LAYS A TRAP.\n\nThe little girl was in a great way for a day or two at the immunity of\nthe rascal Jackal in his dealings with Old Wolf.  \"But, Ou' Ta',\"\ndemanded she at last, \"did Ou' Wolf _never_ pay off Ou' Jackalse for his\nskellum tricks?\"\n\n\"Well,\" answered Old Hendrik, taking a fresh piece of sugar cane from\nunder his arm and biting a good two inches off it as he began, sitting\nby the barn end, \"dere was one time when he come so near it he would\na-got square if it hadn't a-bin Ou' Jackalse.  It look one time like Ou'\nJackalse was a-goner, but bein' it was him, why o' cou'se--\n\n\"It come like dis.  Ahter Ou' Wolf was new married, his missus she kep'\non a-yawin' about how he'd let Ou' Jackalse t'atch his tail fast, an'\nsteal his dinner, an' biff him wid bones, an' let him in for a bashin'\nf'm de man wid de biltong waggon, till Ou' Wolf he 'gin to be mighty\nglad he hadn't tol' her about all de rest o' de times Ou' Jackalse done\nhim down.  But all de same it seem like he ain't save' much by not\ntellin' her, for de ting she did know seem like it's quite enough to\nkeep her goin' all day an' every day, an double span on Sunday.  If\nshe'd a-knowed more she couldn't ha' yawed more, 'cause dere ain't but\nsev'n days in de week to yaw in when you've done your best.  Ou' Wolf\ncouldn't stan' no more.  He yust sneaked out an' off.\n\n\"Well, he see it stickin' out pretty plain dat he'll hatto get square\nwid darie Ou' Jackalse or he'll hatto leave home--one or toder.  But for\nde life o' him he cahnt yust make up his mind what's de best way to do\nit, an' he tink dat hard as he go along, and he tink dat close as he\nstride along, dat fust ting he know he find hisse'f walkin' plump onto\nOu' Jackalse's house.  He yust wake up in time to sit down sudden behin'\na bush till he see weder Ou' Jackalse is at home or not.\n\n\"Pretty soon he's pretty sure Ou' Jackalse ain't at home.  In de fust\nplace dere ain't no smoke, an' nex' place de door's shut fas' an' de\nwindow hole is bung up tight wid a vach-a-bikkie bush.  `Dis is yust my\nchance at las',' ses Ou' Wolf to hisse'f.  `Dis is de time I's a-gun' to\nget even wid darie ou' skellum.  I'll yust go inside dere an' get behind\nde door till he comes in.  Den--well den--won't I bash him I'll feel\ngood, I will, when I biffs him.  He won't; dere won't be no more'n a big\nmess left of him: yust a grease spot to swear by.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he shamber over an' sneak into de house an' hide hisse'f\nbehind de door, an' he hadn't more'n fit hisse'f into de cohner dan here\ncomes Ou' Jackalse home agen.\n\n\"But Ou' Jackalse he ain't de sort to walk into no place foolish unless\ndere's sometin' extray on.  'Stead o' goin' straight up an' steppin'\nright in, he circle roun' outside de house to see if it's all serene\nfust an same's he left it.  He hadn't gone half way roun' 'fore he plump\nright on de spoor of Ou' Wolf an' dere he stop.  `Dat ain't my spoor,'\nses he, cockin' his years all roun'.  `Dat's Ou' Wolf ben here.  P'r'aps\nhe's inside my house, hey?'\n\n\"Well, he study an' he won'er an' den at last he stroke his nose.  `I\nknow what I'll do,' ses he.  `I'll ax my house if dere's anybody\ninside.'\n\n\"Den he call out, slow an' cunnin': `My ole house!  My ole house!'  An'\nhe waits an' dere ain't no answer.\n\n\"He call agen: `My ole house!  My ole house!' an' agen dere ain't no\nanswer.\n\n\"Dis time he winks an' he change de call.  `My ole house!  I know Ou'\nWolf's inside you, else you'd say, \"Come in,\" like you al'ays does.'\nDen he laugh till you could hear him right troo de trees.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf behind de door he hear every word, an' he hear dat laugh\nbesides.  `Now,' ses he to hisse'f, `if I calls out \"Come in,\" he'll\ntink it's his ole house a-callin' an' he'll step right in Ou' Jackalse\nain't so smart as he reckon dis time, else he wouldn't ha' tol' de words\nfor de house to say.'  Den he try to make his voice soft an' wheedlin',\nwhile he call out high an' cunnin', `Co-o-me in!'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he let out a great big laugh fit to split, an' he lam\nstones at de door till it rattle agen.  `Come out o' dat, ole fathead!\nTink I cahnt tell your voice?  'Sides, dere's you' tail, wid de hairs\na-stickin' out troo de cracks.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he's dat mad at bein' had agen so cheap an' nasty he yust\nswang de door open, an' at fust he tinks he'll chase Ou' Jackalse till\nhe plum runs him down.  But Ou' Jackalse he go two licks for his one,\nan' every once in a while he kick out his back foot to rile him up mo'.\nOu' Wolf yust hatto go home an' tink it all over agen.\n\n\"Well, dis sort o' ting go on an' on till at last Ou' Wolf he feel dat\ndesprit he'll hatto do sometin' or bu'st.  So off he sets for where de\nwhite owl lives, 'cause he 'members why de white owl on'y fly at night\ntime, an' he's pretty sure Ole Owl's a-gun' to he'p him.\n\n\"De white owl listen to what Ou' Wolf tell him, an' he look so straight\nat Ou' Wolf dat you'd tink his eyes was fas' to him.  `Well,' ses he at\nlast, `Ou' Jackalse is mighty slim, but Tink Tinkey was slimmer when de\nbirds was choosin' a king.  An' Young Tinkey's de littlest bird in de\nveldt.  I's a deal bigger'n Tinkey, an' we'll see if I cahnt beat Ou'\nJackalse worse dan him.  So here's what you do.\n\n\"`You know where de leopard live, in de kloof on de yonder side de berg?\nNow she's yust got four little cubses, an' she fin's it mighty hard\nscratchin' to get scoff enough Well, tomorrow you comes home past Ou'\nJackalse's house, as if you was comin' from dat kloof, an' you have some\nhoney a-runnin' down your yaws an' a-drippin' on your paws, an' you pass\nOu' Jackalse where he's a-sittin' in de sun' at his house end.  But you\ndon't say good mawnin' nor nawtin'--you yust goes on home.\n\n\"`Nex' day you does de same agen, an' dat time he's mighty sure to say\ngood mawnin', 'cause he'll a-bin tinkin' an' studyin' about dat honey\never since yestiday.  But you don't say not a word agen--you yust goes\non home.\n\n\"`Den de nex' day once mo', an' dat day you ses good mawnin' when he ses\nit, an' dat'll be enough.  Ahter dat he's mighty sure to open out an'\nwheedle an' coax to get it out o' you where you got dat honey.  But you\ndon't tell him at fust; you yust gives him a leetle teenty piece o'\nhoney-comb, what you's got wropped up in a green leaf.  Dat'll make him\nfair wild to get mo', an' den's your chance.\n\n\"`Ses you to him, p'r'aps you'll take him to it if he promise to keep it\nquiet, an' he'll be dat stirred he'll promise afo'e you's done axin'.\nDen you take him along to de kloof, an' in de kloof you take him along\nto de great big rock at de fur end, an' under de rock you show him de\nleopard's house.  \"Dere,\" ses you, \"in dere's de honey;\" an' in he'll\npop.  Den you rolls a big stone in de door an' leaves him dere--de\nleopard 'll do all de rest as soon as it come home.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf feel sure dat's a-gun' to be all right.  It soun' so\nslim he tink it's about all done a'ready except de laughin'.  An he do\nmost o' dat, too, as he go off to start de business.\n\n\"Well, de fust day when Ou' Wolf come past his house Ou' Jackalse was\na-sittin' by de prickly pear in front an' he don't say a word.  He yust\nlooks over his shoulder to see if de door's open so he can pop inside\nan' bang it shut if Ou' Wolf make a dive for him.  Den he notice de\nhoney a-drippin' on Ou' Wolfs mouf an' his paws an' he beat his tail\nonce on de groun' considerin'.  But Ou' Wolf take no mo' notice dan if\nhe was his own shadda on de wall.\n\n\"Nex' day when Ou' Jackalse see him a-comin' he 'gun to won'er.\n`Watto!' ses he.  `Here's Ou' Wolf agen, an' de honey drippin' off'n him\nworse'n yestiday.  Dat's a bit funny.'\n\n\"'Stead o' lookin' at de door dis time he speak out.  `Mawnin', Oom\nWolf,' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he don't turn his head no mo' 'n if it was meer-cats.  He keep\nstraight on an' he lick his lips, smack! smack! till Ou' Jackalse he\nfair hump his back wid wantin' some o' dat honey.\n\n\"De day ahter dat, when Ou' Wolf come past, Ou' Jackalse was a-waitin'\nready, an' as soon as he see de honey a-drippin' he sort o' sa'nter over\nclose.  `Mawnin', Oom Wolf,' ses he, `fine rains we bin a-havin'.\nDere's a Koodoo wid a calf de yonder side de spruit.  Don't you think we\nmight get de calf if we all two goes togeder?'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf stop at dat as if he's sort o' considerin'.  `No,' ses he; `I\nain't so dead gone on Koodoo meat dese days nohow.  I's dat full o'\nhoney I ain't a-itchin' for anytin' else.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse tongue begin to run.  `Do you tink dat honey mightn't be\nbad?' ses he.  `It look mighty dark.'\n\n\"`Oh, it's de dark sort,' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he lick his chops till Ou'\nJackalse cahnt stan' it.  He yust come right up an' ketch a drop as it\ndrip down.\n\n\"Dat set him a-twitchin' for mo'.  `Oom Wolf,' ses he, `ain't you goin'\nto gi'e me yust a leetle teenty bittie honey now?  Ole chummies like us\ntwo, you know.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he sort o' consider dat.  `Well,' ses he, `I wouldn't mind\ndoin' it, but I's on'y got one piece lef; a piece I's a-takin' home to\nmy missus.'\n\n\"`Your missus!' ses Ou' Jackalse, sort o' pityin' like.  `Well, if you\ndoes dat sort o' ting, why'--an' he shake his head like he's pretty\nsorry for a man dat's come down to dat.  `But anyhow,' ses he, `your\nwife don't know you got dis honey, so it won't matter if you does gi'e\nit me.  What she don't know about she cahnt trouble about.  You can gi'e\nme it an' she won't never know.'\n\n\"`Oh, but she knows I went to get some,' ses Ou' Wolf, as if he'd like\nto do it but darsn't.\n\n\"`Tell her some'dy else is been dere afo' you an' scrape' it all away,'\nses Ou' Jackalse.  `She won't know but what it's true.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Wolf, `I might do dat--dough I 'spects I'll be sorry\nfor it.  Here it is den,' an' he unwrops de leetle piece o' honeycomb.\n\n\"In yust one bite Ou' Jackalse take it in, an' den dat set him on\nprickles to get a reg'lar feed of it.  `Allah man!' ses he, `dat's good.\nWhar you get it?'\n\n\"`Oh! long way off,' ses Ou' Wolf.  `Too fur to carry it home; so I goes\nan' has a feed as much as I can hol' every day.  Dere's such lots of\nit.'\n\n\"`Lots of it',' ses Ou' Jackalse ahter him, fair squirmin'.  `Couldn't\nwe yust go back dere now, an' I'd take a calabas an' fetch a calabasful\nback for you to take to your missus?  Dat'd do all right den.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he shake his head an' draw back a bit.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `you'd a-better do it now.  Your missus'll\nsee where it's dripped on you, an' she'll smell it anyhow, an' den she\nain't a-gun' to b'lieve you nohow--you knows dat.  You'd better come now\nan' le' me carry a calabasful back for her.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf seem like dat strike him new.  `Well,' ses he, `p'r'aps I'd\nbetter.  But no shenanigin now.  If I takes you to dis yere place you'll\nhatto carry two calabasies back, not one.'\n\n\"`Is dere all dat honey den?' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Allah Crachty! yust\nhol' on an' I'll get de two calabasies dis minute an' show you,' an' off\nhe darts into his house an' out agen wid two o' de biggest sort o' nice\nnew calabasies.  `Here's 'um, come on,' ses he.  But he wink to hisse'f,\nan' he ses to hisse'f, `If I carry dat honey back I know who'll eat it\ntoo.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he make like he's mighty onwillin', an' he on'y go 'cause he's\nfeared of his missus.  An' all de way Ou' Jackalse is a-tellin' him\nwhere dey'll hunt togeder nex' day, an' nex' week; an' where dere's\na-gun' to be some fine water-millons 'fore long.  An' all de way Ou'\nWolf's a-takin' it all in an' sayin' he shouldn' won'er if dere was.\n\n\"Well, dey come to de kloof an' dey come to de rock, an' dere was de\nhouse where de leopard live.  `De honey's in dere,' ses Ou' Wolf.\n`Right inside, an' you turn up de bed an' dere it is.  An' don't forget\ndem two calabasful for my missus.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he laugh, an' he dive right inside.  He'll see about dem\ntwo calabasies, he will.  But he hadn't mo'en got inside 'fore Ou' Wolf\nspring about an' roll a great big stone plump into de doorway.  `Ho yeh,\nsmarty!' ses he.  `Dis is de time you wahnt smart enough.  You'll be a'\nright when de leopard comes home an' finds you wid her cubses.  You'd\ncarry me two calabasies full o' honey, hey?  Lots o' honey I'd trust you\nwid, wouldn't I?'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse hear de stone a-rollin' in an' he make a dive to get out\nagen, but he on'y bang his head--bang stars outen it.  Den he hear what\nOu' Wolf say, an' he sniff an' sniff high.  `I'll bet you b'lieved I was\na-gun' to carry dat honey for you!' ses he.\n\n\"`An' I'll bet you tink I should ha' trusted you if dere'd bin honey\nhere!' ses Ou' Wolf.\n\n\"`An' I know you tink all de time I b'lieved dere _was_ honey here!'\nsniffs Ou' Jackalse.  `I know dere'd be no honey, or you wouldn't ha'\nshowed me.  But I knowed dere'd be sometin'--an' dere is.  Dere's better\neatin' still; dere's cubses.'\n\n\"`An' dere's mo',' ses Ou' Wolf; `dere's deir mammy.  Dere's de leopard.\nAn'--Allah Crachty, here she come!'\n\n\"You should ha' seen Ou' Wolf get out o' dat.\n\n\"De leopard come an' look, an' de leopard put its paw on de stone.\n`What's dis doin' here?' ses it, an' it growl till it give Ou' Jackalse\nwits a scrick.\n\n\"He hatto do sometin' an' be sharp about it too.  He speak up quick an'\nlively.  `I put dat stone dere.  You better not to shift it.  I see Ou'\nWolf a-smackin' his lips, tinkin' what a nice dinner he was goin' to\nmake off 'n your cubses.  So I yust got inside an' pull dis stone agin\nde door to keep him out an' save your little cubickies.  If you look\nyou'll see his spoor.'\n\n\"De leopard look, an' sure enough dere's Ou' Wolfs spoor.  `Allah man!'\nses it.  `An' so dat Ou' Wolf want to get my cubses while I's out\na-huntin', hey?'\n\n\"`He is dat,' ses Ou' Jackalse inside.  `An' he reckon if he cahnt get\n'em to-day he'll do it anoder day.  So you better to leave de stone dere\nan' le' me hand out your cubses troo de winda to be suckle' an' put\nback.  Den I'll watch 'em while you go huntin' agen, an' I'll keep on\nlike dat till dey's big enough to see an' go wid you a-huntin'.'\n\n\"`Dere's sense in dat,' ses de leopard.  `I'll yust do dat.  Hand me out\nde cubses.'\n\n\"So Ou' Jackalse he hand out one cub, an' when it's had enough he take\nit back an' hand out anoder; an' he do dat way till all four bin out an'\nfeed.  `Now you look ahter 'em agen till I come back,' ses de leopard,\nan' off it go agen.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he sit down and look roun'.  `Well,' ses he, `dere never\nwas no honey here, but dis dat's here is near as sweet an' a big lot\nbetter--dese's cubses; fat cubses; yuicy cubses.  Ou' Leopard would\nhatto pay me for nursin' 'em when I finis' anyhow, but I reckon it's\nbetter I draw my pay fust, den if you don't like de work you nee'nt to\ndo it.  Here's me has one o' dem cubses anyhow.'\n\n\"Well, he eat one cub, an' it eat dat sweet he tink by jimminy it'll\ntake more dan one leopard to drive him out o' dat while dere's any\ncubses left.  So dere he set an' he sing a song about de honey dat had\nhair on.  Den de leopard come back an' ax, `Hello! how's my cubickies?'\n\n\"`Yust fine,' ses Ou' Jackalse--`for eatin'.'\n\n\"`What's dat?' ses de leopard, tail a-wavin'.\n\n\"`Well, deir eatin's drinkin',' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `An' here's de\nfirst,' ses he, handin' out one.\n\n\"Well, dey hands 'em out an' dey hands 'em in, an' dat's t'ree cubses.\nDe leopard's a-waitin' for de fourt', an' dat's de one Ou' Jackalse\ncahnt hand out 'cause it's inside him.  But he don't turn a hair; he\nyust wink to hisse'f an' hand out de first agen.  `Extra dose for you,'\nses he when he take it in agen.  `Extra yuice for me.'\n\n\"So when de leopard's gone a-huntin' agen Ou' Jackalse eat de cub what\nhad de two drinks, an' when de leopard come back he hands out de cubses,\none, two, an' den number one agen for number t'ree, and number two for\nnumber four.  An' he feel dat tickled wid hisse'f he stan' on his head\ninside dere.  Den de leopard go huntin' agen, an' Ou' Jackalse eat\nanoder cub, an' when de leopard come back dere's on'y one lef.  `How's\nde cubickies?' ses de leopard.\n\n\"`Fine,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Dey yust is fine!' an' he wink to hisse'f.\n`On'y dere's one make like he ain't so well.  But it'll be a' right\nahter it's had a drink.'\n\n\"Den he pass out de one last cub, an' it take it's milk, an' de leopard\nhand it back.  Den he pass it out agen an' it have anoder feed.  Same\nway de nex' time, an' den de last time it's yust so full it cahnt drink\nno more, an' its little tummy's all swell out.  `Dat's de one what ain't\nso well,' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`It do look like it's a bit sickie,' ses de leopard.  `I wonder what's\nde matter wid it?'\n\n\"`I tink dis stone stop up all de air,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You might\nyust pull it a little way back; not de hool way out, else Ou' Wolf might\ntry to get in agen.'\n\n\"So de leopard pull out de stone a bit; not too far, but yust far enough\nfor Ou' Jackalse to squeeze out if he want to.  `Look ahter dat sick\n'un,' ses de leopard, an' off she go.\n\n\"Den Ou' Jackalse scoff de last cub.  `Allah man!' ses he, `ain't it a\npity dey's all done.  An' now I'll ha' to slant for home 'fore de\nleopard come an' want to feed her cubses agen.'\n\n\"Den he squeeze hisse'f outside ready to go, an' he hadn't strid de fust\nstride 'fore he sees de leopard comin' back.  Dere he was, an' dere's de\nleopard comin' for her cubses; but darie ou' skellum he ain't done yet.\nHe let a yell outen him, an' run an put his shoulder to de rock.  `Make\nhurry! make haste,' he shout `De rock's a-fallin' on your house.  Come\nan' he'p me hol' it up! make hurry!'\n\n\"De leopard don't stop to look, an' de leopard don't stop to tink.  It\nhear Ou' Jackalse yellin', an' it see him plank his shoulder to de rock,\nan' strain an' puff till his eyes stick out to hol' up dat rock; an' in\nyust about one tick dat leopard was dere too, wid his shoulder to de\nrock, scratchin' an' yammin' to hol' it up too.\n\n\"`Hol' it now till I run an' get a prop,' shouts Ou' Jackalse, an' de\nleopard he yust double hol's while Ou' Jackalse dive into de trees to\nlook for de prop.\n\n\"But,\" concluded the old Hottentot, with an impressive pause, \"he ain't\ngot back wid dat prop yet.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER SEVEN.\n\nOU' JACKALSE TAKES OU' WOLF A-SHEEP STEALING.\n\nThe children had been privately discussing for several days the state of\nthings as between Ou' Jackalse and Ou' Wolf, and the verdict came out on\nthis hot mid-day as they sat beside Old Hendrik under the big mimosa.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf was always such a big fool,\" protested the eldest boy, with\nthe wondrous contempt of his years; \"such a fool to let that Ou' Jackal\nbest him every time, like he did.\"\n\n\"Well,\" admitted Old Hendrik with a grin, \"Ou' Wolf he might ha' look\nout a bit mo' p'r'aps, when he come near Ou' Jackalse.  But den, I tell\nyou, darie Ou' Jackalse is yust dat slim dere ain't no slimmer.  If you\nwant to keep ahead o' him you'd ha' to get up so early dere ain't no\ntime to go to bed, an' den you'd on'y see his heel dust away yonder.\nLook dat time when Ou' Jackalse got Ou' Wolf into goin' a-sheep stealin'\nwid him.  What 'ud you want mo' fairer dan dat look at de start?  An'\nden what about de finis' of it?\n\n\"Times is been a lot better many a time dan dey was den.  De rinderpest\nwas gone a' right enough, but de game was mighty sca'se yet, an' if Ou'\nJackalse want to live on meat he hatto go mostly stalkin' roun' farmers'\nkraals for sheep.  But him bein' doin' it on his lonesome he ain't had\nso much luck as he tink he'd like to have.  One kraal specially he yust\nwould like to get into, an' dere he tink he'd have de biggest feed of\nhis life.  It's a' right to get into it some night an' fill hisse'f up\nto de eyes wid meat, but dere's de mawnin' after--dat's de trouble.  De\nmawnin' after de man's a-goin' to find out what's happen', an' he'll get\nhis dogs an' hunt for de one dat did it.  An' Ou' Jackalse he's a-goin'\nto be too full o' feed to be hunted dat nex' mawnin'.  Huntin' ain't\na-goin' to agree wid him at all dat nex' day.\n\n\"But he wants dat feed, an' he don't want to get ketched--dat's two\ntings; an' he tink, an' he tink, an' study, but it all come back to de\none ting; he'll yust hatto rope Ou' Wolf into de game if he's a-goin' to\ndo it at all.\n\n\"Well, he raunge about, an' he dodge about till at last he see Ou' Wolf\na-comin'.  Den he turn his back to him an' make like he's a-slinkin' an'\na-stalkin' ahter sometin'.  Dat set Ou' Wolf a-wonderin', an' he sit\ndown an' watch Ou' Jackalse a-stealin' an' a-feelin' troo de bushes till\nhe's most out o' sight.  `Tell you what,' ses Ou' Wolf to hisse'f,\n`darie Ou' Jackalse is ahter sometin' good, I know.  I's better watch\nhim an' see if dere ain't sometin' in it for me too.'\n\n\"So up he get an' stalk on ahter Ou' Jackalse; an' Ou' Jackalse he don't\nlet on but yust keeps on a-walkin' an' a-baulkin' till he comes to where\nhe can see dat kraal he's a-wantin' at.  Dere he get behind a big stone\nwhere Ou' Wolf ain't a-gun' to see him till he step out right alongside\nhim.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he keep on a-stalk an' a-stalkin', till all in a eye-open he\nfind hisse'f rubbin' ribses wid Ou' Jackalse, an' he's dat 'stonish dat\nhe ketch his breaf, an' he don't know de fust word to say.\n\n\"But Ou' Jackalse open on him wid de biggest wide-open smile.  `Oh!' ses\nhe, `so dat's you, is it?  An' you stalks me like dat, does you?  By de\njimminy, I al'ays did say you was about de slimmes' ole _takhaar_ on de\nveldt.  Well, dat's good, dat is, to ketch me like dat; an' now you's\nfoun' me out I s'pose I'll ha' to own up.  Dat _is_ de kraal I's a-gun'\nto get de big feed outo'.  But I don't mind anyhow; dere's enough for de\ntwo of us, an' forty times over if dat's all.  An' to-night's a-gun' to\nbe yust de right night as well.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he's dat shamed at bein' ketched like dat, an' dat glad o'\ngettin' off so good, dat he sit right down an' talk growly to save his\nfeelin's.  `Ho! you ses dere's enough for de two on us, does you.  Dat's\nhow many?'\n\n\"`You count 'em when you sees 'em by'n'by,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You wait\nhere till it 'gins to get night an' den you'll see de sheep yust make\ndarie kraal white.  An' fat!--dey's yust so fat dey waddles.'\n\n\"`Is dey?'  Ou' Wolf fair feel his back begin to rise.  `An' you tinks\nwe'll get 'em a' right?' ses he.\n\n\"`Get 'em?' ses Ou' Jackalse, like dat is a ting to say.  `You yust wait\nan' see.'\n\n\"Well, dere dey wait an' dere dey watch, an' dere when de sun drop dey\nsee de sheep draw into de kraal, an' see de farmer come out an' look 'em\nover, an' ahter dat him an' de boy go off to supper an' sleep.  Den it\ndrop dark an' come midnight.  `Now we go down,' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"So down dey goes, an' dey comes to de kraal, movin' as quiet as shaddas\nan' as soft as de dark, an' dey's yust dat light an' empty dey yumps on\nto de kraal wall like birds a-lightin'.  Den dey drops down, an' dere\ndey begins to eat.\n\n\"Dey eats one sheep an' dey eats two sheep, an' den Ou' Jackalse he draw\noff dat quiet dat Ou' Wolf don't hear, an' he crawl to de water-let hole\nat de bottom o' de kraal wall, an' tries if he's still not swell' too\nmuch to slip out troo dat hole, 'cause he knows right well dey's bofe\ntoo full to yump back over de kraal wall.  But he finds dat's a' right;\nhe can get out easy yet, so he go back an' he has mo' feed.  An dat way\nhe keep on an' on, eatin' fust an' den tryin if his tummy ain't too big\nyet to slip troo', till at last he cahnt on'y yust scrape troo wid\nscratchin' till he's black in de face.  `Pity I ain't shav' all my\nsideses,' ses he, `den I could slip troo yust one time mo'.  Dem sheep\ndey is so fat.'\n\n\"Well, dere's de man an' de dogs to tink on now, an' dis is de time he\nwant Ou' Wolf for.  He knows Ou' Wolf's gone on eat an' eat an eatin',\ntill he fair couldn't har'ly get out o' de gate if it was open, let\nalone troo de waterlet hole, not if de dogs had hol' of his tail.  An'\ndat's yust what Ou' Jackalse bin a' figurin' on, so now he slink away\ninto de bushes close by, an' den he change his voice an' begin to call\nout: `Baas! baas!  Wolf in de kraal.  Baas! baas!  Wolf's in de kraal!'\n\n\"`Dere!' ses he to hisse'f, `I'm a right now.  De man an' his dogs 'll\nfind Ou' Wolf in de kraal, an' dey'll know all about who done it, so dey\nwon't be lookin' for anyb'dy else.  Dere won't be no huntin' ahter me--\ndat's what I couldn't stan' yust now; it's mo' dan I ought to hatto do\nis to walk, let alone run, out o' dis,' ses he.\n\n\"But he hatto walk some anyhow, 'cause de man he's heerd de shouts, an'\nhe wake up, an his dogs an his Koranna boys, an dey all rush out for de\nkraal.  Ou' Wolf he hear 'em comin' an' he make a slope for de waterlet\nhole, an' he dive head fust into dat.\n\n\"De head part's a' right; dere ain't no trouble about dat part goin' in.\nBut his body!--Allah Crachty, man! but dat body ain't a-gun' to begin\na-goin' into, let alone troo, dat hole.  An' fust ting he know de man\nhas him f'm behind.\n\n\"Well, I's tole you mo' dan once o' de lammins an' de bashins Ou' Wolf's\nhad afore dat, an' he's been knock pretty sick in his time.  But all de\nbiffinest bashins what he ever had was yust pettin' an' strokin'\nalongside o' what he get dis time, till at last, when de dogs tink dey's\nworried de last life outen him, an' de man tinks he's kill' all der is\nin him, den de Koranna boys pick up de carcase an' chuck it over de wall\non to de veldt outside, an' dere it lie, lookin' de deadest ting dat\never was alive, while de man an' de boys an' de dogs go back to sleep.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he's been a-watchin' all dat, an' along about de break o'\nday he see Ou' Wolf stir a leg.  Den come sun-up an' Ou' Wolf stir his\ntail, an ahter dat it ain't but a little while 'fore he pulls de pieces\nof hisse'f togeder an' 'gins to crawl off somehow, 'cause he know if de\nman find him lyin' dere when he get up he'll skin him for a kaross.\n\n\"`Ou' Wolf's off for home now,' ses Ou' Jackalse to hisse'f.  `So's I--\nbut I ain't a-walkin'; dat 'ud be too bad, I's dat full.  Watch me now,'\nan' he wink to hisse'f dat same ole wink.\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he drag hisse'f along, an' he hump hisse'f along, an' he\nwish hisse'f along, an' den of a sudden he come plump right onto Ou'\nJackalse, lyin' lookin' like he's quite de nex' skyline toder side o'\ndead.  `By de jimminy!' ses Ou' Wolf, `dead or ain't dead, I's yust\na-gun' to bite his year off for shoutin' out de farmer an' de dogs on to\nme.  I will dat.'\n\n\"But he hadn't no sooner come closer to worry him dan Ou' Jackalse open\nhis eyes.  `Ho!' ses he.  `So dat's how you pay me for lettin' you come\nalong o' me, an' givin' you a fair ole gorge, is it?  Fust you gets all\nyou can stuff, an' den you shouts to de farmer dat Ou' Jackalse is in de\nkraal! an' out he comes an' de dogs, an' dey's most killed me de deadest\nJackalse ever was.  Allah Crachty!  I's know better dan trust you anoder\ntime if ever I gets over dis,' ses he, an' he kick out one leg wid a\nyerk as if he's goin' a deader.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he's fair knock' back on his tail wid de 'stonishment.  `Well,\nI be jimminied!' ses he.  `When I hear you wid my own years shoutin'\n\"Wolf in de kraal!\" an' now you try to come over me dat I shout de\nfarmer out to you!  Dat's a good 'un, dat is.'\n\n\"`Does you mean dat I didn't hear you a-shoutin' de farmer dat I was in\nde kraal?' snarl' Ou' Jackalse, like he want to know what next.\n\n\"`An' does you mean to say I didn't hear you a-shoutin' de farmer dat I\nwas in de kraal?' growl' Ou' Wolf.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse make like dey'll be tellin' him dem ain't his own years\nnex'.  `Look-a'-me, Ou' Wolf,' ses he.  `Dis yere's mighty funny.\nSome'dy must ha' shouted some'dy's in de kraal, else how come de man out\nan' bash me like I is.  Who could ha' done it if it wasn't you? 'nless,\n'nless--by jimminy!' ses he, `'nless'n it's darie Ou' Baviyaan!  I seen\nhim chained up dere by de house, an' he look mighty sour at me 'cause\nI's loose.  But I didn't tink he'd a done it on us--did you now?'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Wolf he 'gun to go back in his mind on all de tings what Ou'\nBaviyaan's done in time past, an' he 'gin to tink he ain't so su'e but\nwhat it's yust de sort o' ting Ou' Baviyaan would do if he got de off\nchance.  `If I'd on'y a-seen darie Ou' Baviyaan,' ses he, `I bet I'd\na-done sometin'.'\n\n\"`Yes.  But now dere's de gettin' home,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `You's a'\nright, you can travel; but me--I don't know what I's a-gun' to do, as\nbad as I is.'\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he tink it over.  He's yust about so bad hisse'f he couldn't\nfeel no badder.  But Ou' Jackalse had let him in to a share o' dat big\nole feed, an' he's had dat feed anyhow.  He ain't a-gun' to leave no ole\nchummie like dat.  `Well,' ses he, `I's pretty rocky myse'f, but if you\nmanage to get onto my back, I tink I'll get you home some ways.'\n\n\"`You looks mighty bad,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he screw his face up like\nhe wantto groan, but dat's to hide de chuckle.  `An' yet I'll hatto get\ncarried somehow!'\n\n\"`Up you come den, an' say no more about it,' ses Ou' Wolf.\n\n\"Well, dey got him up on his back ahter a terr'ble struggle, an' Ou'\nWolf he stuck to it an' 'gin to knock off de len'ths to'ards home.  But\nOu' Jackalse he's yust dat tickle wid hisse'f he cahnt keep it in, he\nha' to sing it out:--\n\n  \"Dis de funniest ever you foun',\n  For de sick he carry de soun'--\n  Work's on'y a fool to a trick,\n  For de soun' he ride de sick.\n\n\"`What's dat?' ses Ou' Wolf, stoppin' like he's ready to t'row him down.\n\n\"`Oh,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `I only sing sometin':'\n\n  \"`It's good when de one dat's soun'\n  Don't mind to carry de sick.'\n\n\"`A' right,' ses Ou' Wolf.  `But I t'ought it soun' like sometin' else.'\nDen he go on agen.\n\n\"Well, he go on an' on, carryin' Ou' Jackalse, till dey comes nigh home,\nan' Ou' Jackalse he cahnt hold in no longer for fear de laugh in his\ninside'll bu'st him tryin' to get out.  He yust ha' to get down an'\ndance, an' he gi'es one high ole kick an' a yump, an' over go Ou' Wolf\non his head, an' den darie skellum he's a-prancin' an' a-dancin' all\nroun' him, wid de same ole song a-goin':--\n\n  \"It's de funniest ever you foun'.\n  When de sick he carry de soun',\n  It never was done before\n  Dat de well he ride de sore.\n\n\"Ou' Wolf he wantto get up an' yust fight an' bite, but what wid de\nbashin' he had in de kraal, an' de fashin' he had carryin' darie Ou'\nJackalse, he's too fair gone in to get up agen.  `But on'y wait till I\nget hold o' you agen,' ses he, `dat's all!'\n\n\"`Yes, yust wait,' ses Ou' Jackalse a-chucklin'.\n\n\"An',\" ended the old Hottentot, \"as fur as I can make out he's bin\na-waitin' ever since.  Leastaways, I don't hear yet as he's ever done\nit.  An' de bettin's all de oder way till now.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER EIGHT.\n\nWHEN THE BIRDS WOULD CHOOSE A KING WHICH TELLS ALSO WHY THE WHITE OWL\nONLY FLIES BY NIGHT.\n\nThe three children were lounging with the dogs under the tall blue-gums\nby the house corner, when the old Hottentot stepped out of the kitchen\nto find a shady spot for his afternoon nap.  Before he could settle\nanywhere, however, the eldest boy lifted his face and caught sight of a\nmere speck, far up in the still hot sky, where a vulture hung motionless\nin the blue.\n\n\"Oh, look!\" cried he at once.  \"There's Old Baldy, the Aasvo'el, almost\nout of sight.  Ain't he just high!  I bet there ain't any other bird can\nfly as high as he can.\"\n\nThe old Hottentot turned, first to look at the vulture and then at the\nlittle boy.  \"Well,\" said he, \"dere was one time, dough, when it took a\nwhole big indaba of all de birds to say which flew de highest--him or\nYoung Tink Tinky.\"\n\n\"Young Tink Tinky!\" echoed the eldest boy scornfully.  \"Why! he's the\nvery littlest, teeniest bird in the veldt!\"\n\n\"Yes, dat's yust de way Ou' Jackalse talked,\" answered Old Hendrik\ngleefully.  \"But he find out 'fore he finis' dat it ain't de size but de\nsense dat counts.\"\n\n\"Well, I bet I could soon settle which flew the highest,\" returned the\nboy.\n\n\"Mebbe,\" said Hendrik.  \"But anyhow, it took de birds a deal o' time to\nsettle it.  An' trouble--dere was trouble, too, 'fore dey finis', an' de\nWhite Owl he ain't never fly about in de daytime from dat day to dis.\nHe's mighty big, an' he's a mighty ole beak an' clawses, but he darsent\non'y fly about o' nights since den.\"\n\n\"Oh, now, you _must_ tell us all about it, Ou' Ta',\" commanded little\nAnnie.  \"You'll see how soon we'll settle it.\"\n\n\"Will I, Ainkye?\" answered the old fellow, with his deepest smile.\n\"Well, here's de tale an' you can try anyhow.  You see, it was all along\no' dese yere birds dat on'y come in de summer an' don't stay for de hard\ntimes in de winter.  De Af'icander birds dat live here all de time dey\ngot to studyin' about dese outlander birds what yust comes to skim de\ncream o' de year; an' nawtin' 'ud do 'em but dey's goin' to make a King.\nDey reckon de King he'll tell dese outlander birds he's had yust about\nenough o' deir hanky panky, an' dey'll ha' to stop here all de year\nroun' or stop som'ere's else; but dey cahnt do bofe.  Dat's what Kings\nis for.\n\n\"Well, de birds dey talks to one anoder, an' de birds dey gets togeder\nfor a big indaba; but when one ses do dis way, anoder ses do dat way,\ntill dey all dunno what's it all a-gun' to end in, an' at last dey all\nagrees to ax a outsider to set some way o' choosin' dis yere King.  An'\nwhat outsider?  Why, who but Ou' Jackalse, o' course.\n\n\"But dey'll ha' to wait a day or two 'fore dey gets him.  De Aard-Vark\nis invite' Ou' Jackalse to a big _dwala_ drink, an' it ain't no use to\ntalk till dat's over.\n\n\"Well, dis yust suit Ole Baldy Aasvo'el.  He don't say a word, but he\nsail off, an' by'n'by he's a-hangin' yust over de Aard-Vark's kraal,\nwhere de Aard-Vark's frien's is drinkin' dwala, an' he hang dere till he\nsees Ou' Jackalse a-lookin' up at him.  Den he drops down behind de rise\na little way off, an' dere he waits.  He knows Ou' Jackalse 'll come\nsniffin' out, tinkin' dere's meat dere.\n\n\"Tain't more'n a minute 'fore here comes Ou' Jackalse a' right.  `Hello!\nBaldy,' ses he, `where's de meat?'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Baldy, `dere ain't no meat here yust now.  But dere can be\nlots an' lots of it for you 'fore long if you an' me is frien's dese\nnex' few days.'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse is pretty full of dwala, an' de dwala make him pretty full\no' feelin' yust a' right, so he on'y laugh an' sit down.  `How come\ndat?' ses he.\n\n\"`Dis way,' ses Baldy.  `All us birds is a-gun' to make us a King, an'\nwe've agree' to call you in to gi'e us sometin' to go by to settle de\none it's to be.  You's to set sometin' for de birds to do, an' de one\ndat does it he's to be de King.  So I's come to see you about it\nbeforehand.'\n\n\"`You is, hey?' ses Ou' Jackalse, de dwala warmin' him up good an'\nhappy.  `An' how is you come now?  Is you a depitation, or is you come\non your own?  Is you here for all de birds or yust for one--yust for Ole\nBaldy?'\n\n\"Ole Baldy fair scowl to hear Ou' Jackalse bring it out full an' ugly\nlike dat.  But he reckon it's de dwala doin' it, an' so he'll try a bit\nlonger.  `Well,' ses he, an' he gi'en hisse'f a look up an' down.\n`Don't you tink I'd be a bit a' right in de Kingin' line myse'f?  I\ntinks I'd be full price an' some change over myself.'\n\n\"`You does?  Ho! you does, hey?' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he drop his nose\natween his paws an' fair root it in de groun' wid laughin'.\n\n\"You should ha' seen Ole Baldy's feders stand up.  `Yes, I does,' ses\nhe.  `An' how come not, I'd like to know?' ses he.  `Anyhow, it's a-gun'\nto pay you a lot better to stand in wid me an' get me King dan wid any\no' de oders.  It'll pay you a lot de best,' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse ain't got so much dwala in him but what he ketch on to dat\nword `pay' a' right.  `How's it gun' to pay me?' ses he.\n\n\"`Easy,' ses Baldy.  `If you gets me King, den every bird dat eats\nmeat'll ha' to leave you de one half of it.  What price me now?' ses he.\n`Is dere any oder bird can offer better?'\n\n\"`Well, dat ain't bad,' ses Jackalse.  `But s'posin' I bargains wid you,\nden what's de plan?  I s'pose you's made some sort o' plan for me to\nwork on?'\n\n\"`Dis,' ses Baldy.  `When all de birds at de indaba axes you what dey's\nto go by, den you answers an' tells 'em dat de birds is got wings yust\nto lift 'em in de air.  Well, an' since de birds is on'y birds so's dey\ncan rise in de air instead o' walkin' on de ground, den de bird dat can\ndo bird's work best is de best one, an' it stand to reason de best\nshould be King.  So let 'em all fly up, an' de one dat flies de highest\nis de King--dat's fair enough, ain't it?' ses he.\n\n\"`It do soun' a' right,' ses Jackalse.  `An' you can ax de oder birds\nweder it's fair or not if you like.  Anyhow, it's a bargain so far--an'\nnow I's off back to de dwala,' and off he pop.\n\n\"Ole Baldy yust stop long enough to watch him out o' sight.  `I's fix'\ndat skellum dis time a' right,' ses he.  `King o' de birds, eh!  See me\nwhen I's doin' de Kingin'.  I bet I'll make 'em all fly round a bit.'\nDen off he pop too.\n\n\"In de meantime Ou' Jackalse is a-headin' back for de dwala, but he\nhadn't got half way 'fore up yumps little Tink Tinky.  `Mawnin', Oom\nJackalse,' ses he, yust as smart as a new ticky.\n\n\"`Go 'way, you spot o' shadda!' ses Ou' Jackalse, in a hurry to get back\nto de dwala.  `Go 'way, or I'll blow you away wid de wind of a wink o'\nmy eye.'\n\n\"`Oh, dat's it, is it?' ses young Tink.  `Well, I was comin' to see you\nabout dis King o' de bird business.  But if dat's de sort you is, why I\nreckon I'll do it on my own, an' den I shan't owe nawtin' to no such a\nfathead as you.'\n\n\"`King o' de birds,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he squot on his haunches an'\nlaugh till he fair wobble.  `You!' ses he, an' he laugh agen till he\nfall on his side an' beat de ground wid his tail.  `Oh, do go an' be\nKing o' de rest o' de birds.  Be King over Ole Baldy an' de big White\nOwl an' all dat lot.'\n\n\"`All dat lot o' big fatheads, like you,' ses young Tinky, an' he yust\nflick down an' tweak a beakful o' hair out of Ou' Jackalse tail.  `What\nprice dat?' ses he, as he fly up out o' reach.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse yump up like lightnin' struck him.  `You young squirt!'\nyell' he.  `I'll gi'e you King o' de birds if I gets hold o you.'\n\n\"`An' I'll show you all about King o' de birds 'fore I's done wid you,'\nses Tinky.  `You tinks you's yust too smart for common everyday.  But\nI'll show you yust how smart you ain't.  You wait an' see.'  An' off he\nflick for where he seen Ole Baldy fly up.  He knows Ou' Jackalse come\nf'm dere too.\n\n\"Now when Ou' Jackalse an' Ole Baldy was a-talkin' togeder, dey ain't\nneeder on 'em seen de Hokhi-Khee (dat's de ladybird) a-sittin' under a\ngrass blade close by.  An' de Hokhi-Khee she on'y want to keep out o'\nsight till dey's gone, 'cause all de brown lace of her wings is all\nruffle down her back, an' it won't lie nice an' straight under dat yella\ncloak o' hers wid de black spots.  `Goodness gracious o' me,' ses she to\nherse'f, `I yust ain't fit to be seen!  I hope dese two ole buffers 'll\nget away soon.'\n\n\"So she kept dat close out o' sight dey never seen her, an' as soon as\ndey's gone she hop down an' start to get dat lace straighten' out an'\ntucked away nice an' neat under her cloak, an' she's all in a shake an'\na fluster, when down pops young Tink Tinky.\n\n\"`Well, I yust do declare!' ses she.  `What do you drop down on a body\nlike dat for?  You's got as much imperence as if you was de biggest\nbird, instead o' de smallest.'\n\n\"`All right,' ses young Tinky.  `I may be de littlest bird, an' Ole\nBaldy may be de biggest, an' he may a-bin here talkin' soft to you.  But\nI can yust dust him down any day,' an' you should a-seen dat young Tinky\nstretch-in' out first one little wing an' den de oder, like he's\nsayin'--`Look at dat now'.\n\n\"But de ladybird ain't a-listenin' to none o' his foolishness.  `Yes,'\nses she, `you ses dat now.  But you wait a bit till de Aasvo'el's King\nof all you birds, den you'll ha' to sing small enough, Mr Tink Tinky.'\n\n\"`Ho!' ses Tinky.  `So Ole Baldy's bin tellin' you he's gun' to be King\no' de birds, is he?  But we'll see about dat.  Some'dy else may ha'\nsometin' to say about dat.'\n\n\"`Well, I never,' ses de ladybird.  `If dat ain't yust like your\nimperence!  P'r'aps you 'magines you's gun' to be King yourse'f?'\n\n\"`Why not?' ses he.  `I's as good a man as Ole Baldy any day.'\n\n\"`You ses you is, an' you has cheek enough to tink you is,' ses de\nladybird.  `But wait till you comes to try.  De one dat flies highest is\ngun' to be King.  I yust heard him settle dat wid Ou' Jackalse.  An' now\nwhere's you?  But p'r'aps you tink you can fly higher dan de Aasvo'el--\nyou has imperence enough.'\n\n\"`An' I has gumption enough too,' ses young Tinky.  `You yust wait an'\nsee if I ain't.'\n\n\"`I don't care what you has if you'll only go away out o' dis now,' ses\nde ladybird.  `An' don't you come roun' me any mo' till you's beat Ole\nBaldy flyin' high.'\n\n\"`Den I'll be King,' ses Tinky.  `Don't you wish I'd come if I was\nKing?'\n\n\"`No, I don't,' ses she.\n\n\"`Den I won't,' ses he, an' off he pops.\n\n\"Well, de day comes for choosin' dis yere King, an' all de birds dey\nbrings Ou' Jackalse into de indaba, an' dey ax him what dey's got to do\nto find de right one.  An' Ole Baldy look so hard at Jackalse dat he\nwrinkle all his head an' half his neck, an' Ou' Jackalse he smile back\n'fore he speak.  `Dere's on'y one way o' gettin' at it,' ses Ou'\nJackalse.  `Birds was made wid wings so dey could get up off de earth.\nSo if dat's what a bird's for, an' if dat's de one ting dat make him a\nbird, den it stand to reason de one dat can do bird work best is de best\nbird.  If you is to have a King den, why, de best bird should be de best\nKing, or de best King should be de best bird, whichever way you likes\nit.  So now de one dat flies de highest--dat's de one to be King.'\n\n\"Dere's a lot o' dem birds 'ud like to say a lot o' bad words yust den.\nBut de way Ou' Jackalse lay de business down dey cahnt see yust where to\ntackle what he said.  Dey all has to say, `A' right!' an' dey all ses\nit, but they don't all tink it.  So dere ain't no more said, an' dey all\nlines up in a row.  An dere ain't nob'dy noticin' dat nob'dy's seen\nYoung Tinky yet.  But dere ain't nob'dy troublin much about nob'dy else\nnohow.\n\n\"`Is you ready?' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Yes,' ses dey.  `Den go!' ses he.\n\n\"Up dey goes, an' up, an' up, an' up.  An' fust de partridge drops, an'\nden de long-tail fink; and de Kurhaan she tink she never did hear no\nsuch foolishness nohow, so down she drop too.  An' dat way dey go on,\nfust one an' den anoder droppin' out, till last of all dere ain't but\none left--Ole Baldy.\n\n\"Ole Baldy he go up, an' on, an' on, an' up, till at last he cahnt get\nhigher; but by jimminy, he is up dere.  `How's dis for high?' ses he.\n\n\"All de birds look up, an' none of 'em cahnt say one word.  `You's got\nit,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `you's de highest.'\n\n\"`Is he?' squeaks a chinky little voice.  `Is he?' an' dere, where\ndey're all lookin', up pops little Tinky off'n Ole Baldy's back, where\nhe's bin hid in de feders widout Ole Baldy knowin'.  `What price me\nnow?' ses he, an' up he go, yards up!  `How's dis for higher?' ses he.\n\n\"Ole Baldy he turn his head an' look up.  `Hello, you speck!' ses he,\n`what you doin' up dere?'\n\n\"`Flyin' higher'n you,' ses Tinky.  `Dat makes me de King.'\n\n\"`King!' ses Baldy.  `If I could yust get up dere I'd King you.  Come\ndown now!'\n\n\"`Oh, oh!' ses Tinky.  `So you gi'es in you can't get up to me!  Dat's\ndone den.  I's King a' right,' an' he comes down yust as cheeky as\nbilly-o, wid his tink, tink, tink, tinky, till he gets to de ground.\nDen he chucks a leg.  `King Tinky!' ses he.  `Dat's me.'\n\n\"Well, de birds dey all drop down an' dey wait for someb'dy to say\nsomefin'.  But young Tinky he hop in front of Ou' Jackalse an' he stick\nhis coat tails out.  `Well, Oom Jackalse,' ses he, `who's de smart 'un\nto-day?'\n\n\"`I wish I was one o' de birds you's bin foolin',' ses Ou' Jackalse;\n`I'd show you which was smart.'\n\n\"Just den Ole Baldy bounce down in front of 'em.  `Who's King?' ses he.\n\n\"`De one dat went highest,' ses Ou' Modher Reyer, de Blue Crane.\n\n\"`An' dat's me,' ses Baldy.\n\n\"`An' dat's me,' ses Tinky, stickin' his little wings out an' bouncin'\nhisse'f like he was mockin' Ole Baldy.\n\n\"`Look-a'-here,' ses Baldy, `if you ses anoder word I'll scoff you.'\n\n\"`Will you?' ses Young Tinky, settin' hisse'f in front of Ole Baldy like\na bantam.  `You will, hey?  Well--anoder word--dere, I's said it.'\n\n\"Ole Baldy yust look one look at Tinky, an' den he make one dive to\nscoff him, straight.  But he's dat slow an' heavy on de ground he might\nas well try to catch a flea on a blanket; an' dere's him a-divin' an'\na-floppin', an' dere's Young Tink a-flickin' an' a hoppin', till Ole\nBaldy fair boil over an' stand still.  `Birds!' ses he, `is we gun' to\nstand dis an' have dis little squirt say he's King over us?'\n\n\"`You bet we ain't,' ses de White Owl.  `Is I de King den?' ses Baldy\nnex', lookin' at 'em all roun'.\n\n\"But dey all want to say sometin' to dat, 'cause if dey cahnt be King\ndeirselves dey don't want anyb'dy else to be it.  `No,' ses dey.  `It\nwas to be de one went highest, an' we all hear you say to Tinky what\nyou'd do if on'y you could get up at him.'\n\n\"`Den what's a-gun' to be done?' ses Baldy, as mad's a scorpion.\n\n\"`Well, we'll ha' to study dat out,' ses dey.  `We'll ha' to hold a\nindaba an' see what we'll do about it.'\n\n\"Well, dey ketches Young Tinky an' dey takes him over and puts him into\na big Aard-Vark hole.  `Who'll we put to watch him now?' ses dey.\n\n\"`Put de White Owl,' ses Ou' Jackalse; `he's got de biggest eyes an' de\nwidest open.'\n\n\"So dey put de White Owl to guard de hole, an' dey all goes back to hold\na indaba.\n\n\"`Why, dis is yust a fine place, it's so reg'lar nice an' shady,' ses\nYoung Tinky to de White Owl.  `I's gun' to have a look for a place to be\ncomfy in.'\n\n\"`Do,' ses de White Owl.  `Den you won't bodder me.'\n\n\"But what Tinky's a lookin' for is a place to get out at, an' he look,\nan' he look, but dere ain't no sich a place.  `I 'specs I'll ha' to do\nsometin' pretty soon if I's gun' to keep dis side o' trouble,' ses he to\nhisse'f.\n\n\"Well, dere's on'y one way out o' de hole, an' dat's de way he come in\nat, an' dere's de White Owl standin' at it wid his tail dis way, an'\na-starin' out across de veldt to where de indaba's goin' on.  Den it\nstrike Tinky what he'll do.  `Allah Crachty!  I knows what.  Wait now,'\nses he to hisse'f.\n\n\"So he goes to work, an' he take some dirt, an' he wet it an' he work\ntill he's made a mud mouse.  You should ha' seen darie mouse.  If any\nmouse 'ad a-seen it he'd a-tink it was his grandaddy, it look such a\nwhoppin' ole mouse.  It fair tickle young Tinky so much when he'd finis'\nit dat he hatto yust stop an' laugh.\n\n\"Den he go to de hole an' he stick dat mouse out slow on one side o' de\nWhite Owl till it yust come into de tail of his left eye, an' afore you\ncan ketch your breaf Ole Owl make a lightnin' of a strike at it--biff!\n\n\"Well, he ain't made sich a mighty ole strike since he was a young\nfella, an' he strike dat hard an' he strike dat true, dat he biff his\nbeak right troo de mouse, so dat de mud bung up his two eyes an' chock\nup his froat, an' you fair never did see no sich a splosh an' sich a\nsplutter in your time.  `Mak' los'!' screech he, an' it sound like a\nbushman on de mad.  `Mak' los'!'  But de mud mouse ain't a-sayin' a\nword, not a word; an' Young Tink Tinky's yust a-gettin' out o' dat at de\nrate of half-a-mile in a hunder' yards--on'y de White Owl ain't knowin'\nnawtin' about dat.\n\n\"Well, Ole Owl he hadn't more'n got de mud outen his eyes 'fore de\nindaba's finis', an' here comes all de birds.  `Where's dat Tink Tinky?'\nses dey.  `Fetch him out!'\n\n\"`He's in dere a' right,' ses de Owl.  `What's you all decided on?'\n\n\"`Well,' ses dey, `by de law we cahnt yust say.  Ole Baldy ain't King,\n'cause he said he couldn't get up to Tinky.  An' as to Tinky, he ain't\nKing 'cause he ain't big enough nohow.  But we's a-goin' to hang' him,\nso dere won't be no mistake about him not bein' King.  Trot him out\nden.'\n\n\"`You better trot him out yourse'f,' ses Ole Owl.  `My eyes is yust dat\nfull o' dirt I cahnt see.'\n\n\"Well, de Sec'etary Bird he cock his eye into darie hole, like a ole\ncrow squintin' down a marrow bone.  `Come out o' dat an' be hanged,' ses\nhe.  `Make hurry now!  We ain't a-gun' to wait all day for a speck like\nyou.'\n\n\"But dere ain't no Tinky come out.  `Dat's funny he don't come out when\nI shout,' ses Ole Sec.\n\n\"Well, de birds dey ses dey ain't got no more time to fool about.  `Come\non, Ole Owl,' ses dey.  `You's lookin' after him anyhow.  In you pops,\nden, an' outs him.'\n\n\"`A' right.'  In pops Ole Owl, an' out don't pop no Tinky.  `By gum!'\nses all de birds.\n\n\"Ole Owl in de hole he look an' he crook, an' he glint, an' he squint,\nbut he don't find no Tinky.  `Dat's mighty funny,' ses he, comin' out.\n`I seen you all shove him in here, an' I ain't seen him come out; but he\nain't dere now.  He must ha' spooked!'\n\n\"`Oh, he's spooked, is he?' ses all de birds, tearin' mad.  `Well, we'll\nyust make spook o' you,' ses dey, an' dey make a dive for him like one\nman.\n\n\"Ole Owl he yust glint one glance at de lot, an' den he turn an' he fair\nmake a head fust for it into dat hole agen, an' dat's de one ting saved\nhim.  De birds dey cahnt get at him in dere on'y one at a time, an' dere\nain't any one o' 'em feel like facin' dat ole hook of a beak on his\nlonesome.  So dere dey sits outside de hole, waitin' for him to come\nout.  An' dere he sits inside de hole, waitin' for dem to come in; an'\nso dere ain't needer in nor out, but dey bofe sits an' waits.\n\n\"Ses all de birds outside--`If you don't come out an' let us get at you,\nwe'll yust about dance on you' chest'.\n\n\"Ses Ole Owl inside, ses he--not a word! not a sound!\n\n\"Well, dey wait all day, an' dey wait all afternoon, but Ole Owl ain't\na-comin' out, an' dey ain't a-goin' in.  Den it drop sundown, an' de\nbirds dey ha' to fly som'eres to sleep.  Dey look at one anoder.  `Yust\nwait till to-morrow, dat's all!' ses dey, an' off dey fly to deir\nsleepin' places.\n\n\"When dey's gone Ole Owl comes out.  `I reckon I'll hatto get as much to\neat as I can to-night,' ses he, `an' den hide some place to-morrow, so\ndey won't see me.'\n\n\"An' dat's yust what he done, an' yust what he's hatto do ever since--\nhunt all night an' hide all day, for fear de rest o' de birds see him\nan' ketch him, if he move about in de daylight.\n\n\"So now you knows how it come dat de Ole White Owl can on'y fly at\nnight,\" ended Old Hendrik.\n\n\"Oh!\" said little Annie.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER NINE.\n\nWHY OLD JACKAL SLINKS HIS TAIL.\n\nThe little girl was full of excitement.  Driving home with her mother\nfrom the \"dorp,\" she had seen Ou' Jackalse himself--Mynheer Jackal--\nslinking across the veldt, and all the tales Old Hendrik had told her\nabout him crowded her mind as she watched him.  She could hardly contain\nherself now, as she stood before the old Hottentot pouring forth the\nstory.  There was only one regret in it--\"He must have been in some\ntrouble, Ou' Ta',\" said she; \"'cause all the time I watched him his tail\nwas right down.  I watched and I watched to see if it wouldn't stick up,\n'cause then I'd know he was thinking of a plan; but it never did.\"\n\nOld Hendrik smiled.  \"So his tail was a-hangin' an' a-slinkin' ahter\nhim, was it?  An' didn't he look back at you over his shoulder as he\nwent?\"\n\n\"Yes, he did,\" answered Annie, still more eager at finding how well Old\nHendrik knew the ways and doings of Ou' Jackalse.  \"I kept hoping he was\nthinking of fetching Ou' Wolf to work for us, then I could tell Ou' Wolf\nnot to trust him any more, no matter what he said.\"\n\nOld Hendrik's delight bubbled into a jeering shake of the head and a\nhalf laugh of derision over the subject as he repeated the name--\"Ou'\nJackalse, hey!  Ou' Jackalse!\"\n\n\"But you needn't to be feared he's a-gun' to get Ou' Wolf into much more\ntrouble nowadays, Ainkye,\" went on the old Hottentot.  \"He ain't a-gun'\nto get de best o' so many more folks, not since he went to get even wid\nYoung Tink Tinky, de littlest bird on de veldt.  Little Missis Tinky got\nOu' Mammy Reyer, de Crane, to he'p her, an' dat made all de difference.\nYou seen how he slunk his tail along behind him?--well, dat's why.  He's\na-tinkin' o' what happened den, an' he looked at you over his shoulder,\nwonderin' all de time weder you'd heerd de tale or not.  It happened dis\nwhile or two back, an' since den he ain't bin near so sa'cy as he used\nto was.\"\n\n\"Oh, poor Old Jackalse!\" cried the little girl, \"what did happen?  Do\ntell me, Ou' Ta'.\"\n\n\"Well,\" began Old Hendrik, \"if ever you sees Ou' Jackalse tryin' to fool\nOu' Wolf into trouble agen, you don't ha' to say on'y yust one ting.\nYou's on'y got to ask him how he likes eggs, an' den see if he don't\nturn round an fair slink off wid his tail draggin'.  Dat's where de\ntrouble come in, he would go ahter eggs.\n\n\"You 'members me tellin' you how Young Tink Tinky bested Ou' Jackalse\nwhen de birds wantto choose a King for demselves?  Well, Ou' Jackalse he\nnever forgot dat, an' he was al'ays a-studyin' how he's a-gun' to get\neven, but he couldn't find de way nohow till at last he sees Missis\nTinky a-sittin' on de nest, an' he knows by dat dere's eggs dere.\n`Dat's me,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `Eggs is de ting I does like--an' here's\nsome.  Watch me teach dat Young Tinky dis time.'\n\n\"Now dere was a t'orn-tree like dis,\"--here Old Hendrik indicated the\nmimosa under which he sat,--\"an' dis t'orn-tree was a-growin close\nbeside de river, an' a willow-tree dat was bigger yet was a-hangin' over\nde t'orn.  In dat t'orn-tree Young Tinky build his nest, an ahter de\neggs is all laid, an' his missis is well an' comfy settled into sittin'\non 'em, Young Tink he offs to look for scoff for hisse'f an' de missis.\nDen's de time when Ou' Jackalse is a-watchin' him, an' as soon as he's\ngone, here comes Jackalse to de bottom o' de t'orn-tree an' begins to\nscratch on de bark--scratch! scratch! scratch!\n\n\"Little Missis Tinky she look down out o de nest.  `Who's dere?' ses\nshe.\n\n\"`Me,' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`What you want?' ses Missis Tinky, all in a tremble.\n\n\"`Want dem eggs you got,' ses Ou' Jackalse, wid his hair up.  `You\nbetter be sharp about it too.'\n\n\"`Well, you ain't a-gun' to get 'em,' flutter Missis Tinky; but she's\nyust dat frighten' she cahnt har'ly speak.\n\n\"`Please yourse'f,' ses Ou' Jackalse; `but if you don't drop me down a\negg dis minute, den I's a-comin' _up_, an' if I once does come up dere,\nden I's a-gun' to eat you first as well as de eggs.  Make a hurry now--\ndrop one!'\n\n\"Little missis she get sich a scrik when Ou' Jackalse ses he's a-comin'\nup dat she yust go all a-flitty flutty, an' dere ain't no two ways about\nit, she hatto drop him one egg to save de rest.  So out she pull it an\ndown she drop it, right into Ou' Jackalse mouf, where he stand on his\nback legs wid his front feets agen de tree.  An' as soon as he feel it\nin his mouf he yust gullup it down, an' off he go for dat day.  `I'll\nmake dis ting last a bit,' ses he to hisse'f.\n\n\"Well, little Missis Tinky she's in dat terr'ble way she cahnt har'ly\nsit still till Young Tinky comes home, an' as soon's ever she sees him\nshe burst out a-cryin' an' a-tellin' him what happened.\n\n\"`What!  An' you b'lieve sich a fool tale as dat about him climbin' de\ntree,' ses Young Tinky, fair fightin' mad at de way he lose dat egg.\n`He cahnt climb dis tree, not if he break his neck a-tryin'.'\n\n\"But Young Tinky he sees it ain't no use; it ain't a-gun' to he'p his\nmissis for him to shout an' talk about it.  `Never you mind dis time,\nlittle missis,' ses he.  `To-morrow you can go an' look for de scoff,\nan' I stay at home an' wait for Ou' Jackalse.  I'll show him what's what\ndis time, too,' ses he.  An' his missis she stop cryin', dough she cahnt\nstop lookin' where dat one egg ought to be.\n\n\"Well, de nex' day Young Tinky he stop at home an' sit on de nest while\nhis missis went for scoff, an' it ain't but a while or two 'fore along\ncomes Ou' Jackalse to de foot o' de tree-scratch! scratch! scratch!\n\n\"Young Tinky he ain't a-lettin' Ou' Jackalse see who's at home to-day;\nhe yust on'y slant half o' one eye down at him.  `Who's dere?' ses he.\n\n\"`Me,' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`An' what you want scratchin' dere?' ses Tinky.\n\n\"`Anoder egg, an' you best be sharp about it,' ses Ou' Jackalse.\n\n\"`Well, you's yust about got all de eggs you's a-gun' to get here,' ses\nTinky, stickin' all his head an' shoulders out for Jackalse to have a\ngood look at him.\n\n\"`Oh, it's you, is it?' ses Ou' Jackalse, showin' his teef.  `Well, if\nyou won't drop darie egg down in one minute, den I's a-comin' up an' eat\nyou all up--bones, beak an' feders!'\n\n\"`Come up den,' ses Young Tinky, hoppin' out onto a branch.  `Yust you\ncome up here if you darse, you hairy skellum you,' squeak Tinky, hoppin'\nup an' down an' flickin' his wings like he's fair a-gun' to peck de eyes\nout o' de hull fam'ly o' de Jackalses.  `You try it on, Mister Ou'\nJackalse, an' see what I's do to you!' an' Tinky swells hisse'f into a\nreg'lar ole rage as he tink o' dat egg yestiday an' his little missis\nfrighten' to deaf nearly.\n\n\"Dat make Ou' Jackalse in sich a wax dat he spurt out de word he didn't\nmean to.  `I on'y wish I could yust come up dis tree to you.  I'd scoff\nyou down in yust one gullup an' your eggses ahter you,' ses he,\na-rampin' an' a-tearin'.\n\n\"`You ses dat,' squeak young Tinky, `but I knows better.  It's not you\ncahnt--it's you dahnt.  But I'll teach you to frighten poor little\nmammickies into givin' you deir eggses, you skellum! skellum! skellum!'\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he get dat mad, a-snappin' an' a-snarlin' while he listen,\ndat he fair turn away an' slant out o' dat, an' Young Tinky is yust dat\nconceited of hisse'f he cahnt har'ly wait till his missis comes home\n'fore he begin a-tellin' her dat's de way she ought to done yestiday.\nAn' Missis Tink she listen an' she tink she'll do de same herse'f now,\nif ever Ou' Jackalse trouble her agen.\n\n\"So de nex' day Young Tinky he go ahter de scoff, an' his missis she sit\non de eggs, tinkin' it's all right now.  But Ou' Jackalse he'd bin\na-watchin', an' he know's who's a-gone an who's a-stop at home, an in\nabout no time he's at de foot o' darie t'orn-tree agen, an' de same ole\nscratch! scratch! scratch! at it.\n\n\"Little Missis Tink she stick her head out an' she start to tell him to\nget out o' dat, in de biggest voice she's got.  But she hadn't more dan\ngot out de first two words dan she see his teef where he bare 'em all\nround, white an' yammerin', an' he look dat savage an' murderin' dat de\nrest o' de words stuck fast in her froat, an' she fair chattered wid\nfright.\n\n\"`Down wi' darie egg, else I'll come an' tear you into smitchies,' ses\nOu' Jackalse.\n\n\"Missis Tinky nearly drop out o' de nest wid de scrik she got; but she\ntink o' what Tink Tinky say, an' she squeak it out.  `You cahnt come up\ndis tree if you try,' ses she.\n\n\"`Cahnt I?' ses he, all hair an' spiky.  `Yust see me half try!' an' he\ngives de biggest yump he ever make in his life, an' it scrape him a\ncouple o' yards up de tree stem.\n\n\"Little missis she fair gi'en one big squawk an' tink she's all gone--\neggs, nest, an' all.  `Is you a-gun' to drop me dat egg?' shouts Ou'\nJackalse.\n\n\"`Yes, yes.  Here it is!  Take it, take it!' squeak de little missis,\nan' she drop out de one egg to him.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he ketch dat egg an' he gulp it down an' off he go agen.\n`Nex' time I come you better drop one quicker.  I ain't a-gun' to ax\ntwice no more,' ses he.\n\n\"Well, as soon as he go, little Missis Tinky she cry like her heart\nbreak, an' she cahnt sit dere on de dest at all.  Anyhow she's feared to\nwait till Young Tinky comes home, 'cause she don't know what he'll say\nwhen he finds anoder egg gone, an' she's in dat misery dat she don't\nknow what to do.  Den she tink of her Aunt, Ou' Reyer, de Blue Crane,\nan' she fly off to her where she's a-fis'in' in de reeds, an' she yust\nup an' tell her de hull tale of it.\n\n\"`So darie Ou' Jackalse's up to his tricks agen, is he?' ses Ou' Reyer.\n`Well, he's meddle wid de birds before, an' dis time we'll teach him to\ndon't do it no more.  Now you yust go home an' sit on de nest agen, an'\nI'll come in a minute or two--den well be ready for him.'\n\n\"Little missis she go back, an' in a minute or two Ou' Reyer follows,\nan' she hide herse'f in de top o' de willow-tree over de nest.  `Now for\nOu' Jackalse,' ses she.\n\n\"Well, it ain't but a little while rill here come Ou' Jackalse agen, wid\nde same ole scratch! scratch! scratch! an' de same ole terr'fyin'\nwords--`Drop me down anoder egg or I'll come up an' eat you,' ses he.\n\n\"`Make like you's a-gun' to drop him one,' whispers Ou' Reyer; an'\nlittle Missis Tinky she make like she's a-doin' it.\n\n\"Ou' Jackalse he rise up on his hine legs, an' he put his paws agen de\ntree, an' he open his mouf an' shut his eyes, an' he fair feel de taste\no' dat egg a'ready.  An' den, yust den, Ou' Reyer she lean out over\nMissis Tinky an' she open her big long beak, an', swock! she drop a\ngreat big bull-frog right into Ou' Jackalse's froat.\n\n\"Wow! but dere was a chokin' an' a squeal-in' den.  Ou' Jackalse he yump\nan' he roll, an' he fling hisse'f along de ground a-tryin' to cough up\ndarie fat bull-frog, an' darie ou' bull-frog he puff an' he wiggle an'\nhe slip down an' down till dere he is in Ou' Jackalse's tummy, a-hoppin'\nan' a-floppin' an' a-croakin' an' a-gloakin' till Ou' Jackalse is yust\ndat scared dat he light out f'm dere plump across de scenery.  An' he go\ndat fast he yust hit de high places as he went an' never touch' de low.\nI tell you Ou' Jackalse was scared.\n\n\"He don't stop nudder till he's yust dat puffed out dat he roll over an'\nover like a shot hare, an' he's so long a-gettin' over it dat he forget\nwhat day it happen in.  Ever since den, too, de birds all click deir\nbeakses at him, an' chatter at him, an' ax him how he likes Tinky eggs;\nan' dat's what make him so shamed he ain't never cocked up his tail no\nmore--he yust cahnt do it.\"\n\n\"And serve him right,\" cried all the children in chorus.\n\nOld Hendrik only shook his head.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER TEN.\n\nWHY LITTLE HARE HAS SUCH A SHORT TAIL.\n\nOld Hendrik was standing by the corner of the house, milking pail in\nhand, watching the slow procession of the cows homeward from the veldt.\nThe calves in the kraal clamoured insistently to hasten their mammies\nhome; those mammies answered now and then with a patient bellow of\nassurance as they continued their placid pace, and Old Hendrik seemed to\nbe as vacant of thought or stir as they.  But when little Annie came\nstrolling out to enjoy the never-staling delight of seeing the headlong\nrush of each calf in turn to its mammy, the old Hottentot looked down at\nher and begun without further warning.  \"Ole King Lion had five cows,\nan' t'ree o' dem was wild an' wand'ry.\"\n\n\"Oh!\" cried Annie, \"I never heard of that.  And what did he do with\nthem, Ou' Ta'?\"\n\n\"Why, milk 'em, o' course,\" returned Old Hendrik.  \"What else?  An' some\no' de milk his ole missis an' de kleinkies drink, an' some he drink\nhisse'f.  De rest he make de butter wid to grease all deir ole noses.\"\n\n\"Oh, how funny!\" cried Annie in huge delight.  \"And did he mind them\nhimself?\"\n\n\"Course not!\" retorted Hendrik, a little scornfully.  \"Ain't he a king?\nKings don't mind cows.  Not him.  He yust make all de animals try deir\nturn at it, but dese t'ree wand'ry ones dey'd keep gettin' away, an' den\nde animal dat come home wid dem t'ree missin'--well, he'd be a-missin'\ntoo, an' Ole King Lion he'd be dat much fatter.\n\n\"Well, it come Little Hahsie's turn at last--Klein Hahsie, dat you call\nLittle Hare, dat skellum Little Hare--but he yust prance out behind dem\ncows in de mawnin' wid a high ole hop an a skip.  He'd show 'em about\nmindin' five bally ole cows, he would, ses he.  He sticks a green twig\nin his mouf, an' he biffs his ole hat down over his eyes, an' he gets\ndem cows down in a hook o' de river an' squots down on a little\nkoppiekie to watch 'em, all nice an' all right.  `Mind five ole cows,'\nses he; `by de jimminy, gi'e me sometin' easier--if dere is any.'\n\n\"Well, it did look all serene-o, wid him dis side of 'em an' de river\nbent all round 'em on de oder sides, an' plenty o' grass an' water an'\nnice trees about.  `Sho,' ses he, `dem cows stray off?  Dey's got mo'\nsense,' ses he.\n\n\"It was yust sich a easy yob dat in a while his eye 'gun a-wanderin'\nround to see what else dere is dere besides de cows an' de rest of it.\nAn' fust he sees a little bushiekie, wid green leaves like he swears he\nain't seen afore, or leastways he ain't 'xamined much; so o' course he\nhops over to dat an' pretends to tas'e it, an feel it, an' turn it over\ngen'ally.\n\n\"Den he sees de blesbuck wanderin' past, wid de teenty little buckies\nwhimperin' an' nosin' ahter deir mammies, an' fust he squot an' watch\n'em, an' den he get to feelin' cussed, an' he fair hop round 'em to\nscare 'em an' make 'em flurry, till deir mammies turn round an' chase\nhim out o' dat.  Next he slant his eye at de spruit an' tinks he'll yust\nsa'nter down an' frow stones at Ou' Sculpat, de Tortoise, an' ax him\nwhat's his latest time for a mile wid a flyin' start.  Den he can hear\nOu' Sculpat use some rocky ole words.\n\n\"But when he gets down to de spruit Ou' Sculpat ain't dere at all, an'\ndat make him hoppin' mad.  He's yust dat mad he chucks stones into de\nwater an' savages de reeds for anoder five minutes on end.  Den he looks\nup an' dere he sees de honey-bird a-whickerin' about.  `Whatto!' ses\nHahsie.  `Dere's honey somewheres.  Here's on to it like one man.'\n\n\"Well, he hops on ahter de honey-bird, an' he hops on an' on, tinkin'\nevery mile he's gun' to get to dat honey soon.  An' den here comes a man\nridin' along, an' he sees de honey-bird too, an' he 'gins to folio' as\nwell.  Hahsie looks at him once, an' he sizes his face up.  `Dat lets me\nout,' ses he to hisse'f.  `Dat face ain't a-gun' to stand me gettin' any\no' dat honey.  I'd about better turn back.'\n\n\"So he turns back, but de day's got dat hot an' de shade under de little\nbushiekies is dat cool, he tinks he'll rest him a little while an' den\ngo on agen.  Wid dat he finds a nice bush an' squots him down.  An' you\nknow what's bound to happen den--he pop off to sleep.\n\n\"Along in de afternoon, when de day gets a bit cooler, he wake up an'\nopen his eyes.  `Hello!' ses he, `where's dem cows by dis time?'  Den he\nrub his eyes an' he grin.  `One ting anyhow,' ses he, `if Ole King Lion\ndon't eat again till he eat me for dis, den he's mighty liable to die o'\nstarvation.'\n\n\"But when he gets back to de hook o' de river, dere's de two quiet ole\ncows all right, but de t'ree wand'ry ones--well, dey's wandered.  He\nlook round an' round, an' he hop dis way an' dat, but he don't find hide\nnor hair o' dem t'ree, till at last it's about time to be startin' for\nde kraal wid dese two.  He takes one more long ole look round, but it\nain't no use, it don't find dem cows, an' so he starts dese two for\nhome.\n\n\"He ain't a-goin' far wid 'em dough.  He yust folio's on till de two can\nsee de kraal, an' den he pops back to de place where de oders was lost.\nNow dere was a long ole, rocky ole, bushy ole island in de river dere,\nwid rocks stickin' up all de way across de water to it, so Little Hahsie\ncan cross wid some tall hoppin'.  An' he crossed, you bet he crossed\nmighty smart--an' he find him a snug little place all in a patch o' big\nboulders an' bushes an' trees.  `Here's me,' ses he, `till I sees what's\na-goin' to happen.'\n\n\"Well, he ain't dere very long 'fore here comes Ole King Lion, yust\na-gur-r-rowlin' an' a-pur-rowlin an' a-singin' out, `Where's dat Klein\nHahsie dat went out so high an' smarty dis mawnin'?  Lemme yust find\nhim, dat's all!'  You bet Little Hahsie lie low den, an' wish dere was\nbig wings to him as well as long legs an' short 'uns.\n\n\"But Ole King Lion couldn't find him.  He ramp an' he stamp, an' he\nsquot down like he's goin' to be sick an' brings up a whackin' ole roar\ndat fair shakes de island, but he don't start Little Hahsie, 'cause\nLittle Hahsie's too tremblin' to shift a foot, an' by'n'by King Lion he\ngo off to roar up some oder spot.  `Dat's a bit more like what I likes,'\nses Hahsie den.\n\n\"So at last it come dark, an' de lion was far enough off, an' Little\nHahsie hop out to stretch his legs an' tink a bit.  `But I wonder how\nI'll do now when I goes back home to-morro',' ses he.\n\n\"Well, to-morro' come, an' Hahsie he tink dis way an' dat way, but he\nmake so little out of it dat he stop anoder night on de island, an' he\n'gin to feel mighty longin' for home, I tell you.  An' nex' day it on'y\ngot worse, till it got dat bad about sundown he yust couldn't stand it\nno longer.  `Here's off home,' ses he, `an' chance de chips.  I'll bet\nI'll manage somehow.'\n\n\"In a while he gets home to King Lion's place, an' it's as dark as\nbilly-o, an' he squots down by de end o' de barn to see what's\nhappenin'.  By'n'by out comes his ole missis f'm de kitchen where she's\na-washin' up ahter supper.  `Sh--shee!' ses he, as low as he could for\nher to hear him.\n\n\"She tink she know dat sound, an' she come up to him to see who it was,\nan' she yust open her mouf to let out one big squeal, but he nabs her by\nde ear in time.  `If you don't stop dat row, ole missis,' ses he, `I'll\nbite your long fool ears off,' ses he.\n\n\"`But we all tink you was dead,' ses she.\n\n\"`Hmp!' ses he; `an' I s'pose you's a'ready got anoder ole man in your\neye?' ses he.\n\n\"`I hain't,' ses she.  `One's enough if he's bin like you.  But when Ole\nKing Lion found de t'ree cows yestiday, an' you wasn't wid 'em, he made\nsure you was dead.'\n\n\"`An' was he sorry?' axes Hahsie.\n\n\"`Yes; he said it was sich a waste o' meat, him not gettin' you to eat,'\nses she.\n\n\"`Him he blowed!' ses Hahsie.  `You go an' bring me out sometin' nice to\neat, an' den I'll see about him.  He may be big an' ugly, but he ain't\nso smart as some folk I knows.'\n\n\"Well, his missis she bring him out a mealie pap pot wid lots in it yet,\nan' some milk, an' he tucks a fair ole little lot inside him.  `Dat's\nall right,' ses he when he finis'.  `Now, you yust fetch me de rake, an'\nden skip back an' leave de kitchen door open.'\n\n\"She fetches de rake an' hands it to him.  `But what's you goin' to do\nwid dat?' ses she.\n\n\"`Get out o' dis an' shut up, or I'll do it to you instead!' ses he,\nmakin' a comb at her wid de rake, till she fair flew back to de kitchen.\n\n\"Well, he looks at de lights in de winda, an' he tinks o' de good ole\ntimes he's had dere, an' den he fair lands into hisse'f wid dat rake.\nHe tears all his clo'es an' he tears all his hair, an' he gashes big\nstreaks in his face an' his hands an' his ribses, till he looks like\nhe's yust fell into a big ole mimosa an' bin drag' out by de heels.  Den\nhe stagger into de kitchen an' drop on de floor all of a heap.  `Where's\nOu' Doctor Jackalse?' ses he--`bring Ou' Jackalse, for I's yust about\ngone up.'\n\n\"His wife yust gi'en one big ole squeal an' all de house was upside\ndown.  Here dey all comes a runnin' an' a yappin', an' here's King Lion\ntroo 'em all.  `Hello, you skellum,' ses he, `where come yeh from now?'\n\n\"Little Hahsie opens one eye an' looks at him.  `From where dem t'ree\ncows horn me nea'ly to deaf, 'cause I stopped 'em wanderin',' ses he.\n`I yust got here to-night to see my ole missis agen 'fore I pegs out.'\n\n\"`Allah Crachty now!' ses King Lion, `ain't dat funny!  But where's\ndarie Ou' Jackalse?  Let's have dis Hahsie doctored in less'n two shakes\nof a lamb's tail.'\n\n\"So dey puts Little Hahsie to bed, an' Ou' Jackalse turn everybody out\no' de room while he can 'xamine him.  He look him over, an' he turn him\nover, an' he feel him over, an' den--well den, Ou' Jackalse he wink at\nOle Hahsie, slow an' solemn, an' Ole Hahsie he wink at Ou' Jackalse half\na-grinnin'.\n\n\"`I tink you' back's pretty bad,' ses Ou' Jackalse.  `I 'specs you'll\nha' to stop in bed dese nex' days or two, an' nice bits o' scoff to\ntempt your appetite.'\n\n\"`Yes,' ses Hahsie.  `A bit o' sugar cane or a water-millon now 'ud do\nme pretty fine.'\n\n\"So Little Hahsie has to stop in bed for a week, an' all de time his\nwife's a-grumblin' at him 'cause she has to wait on him, an tellin' him\nshe'll tell King Lion.  An' Hahsie tells her she'd yust better do it,\ndat's all.  But all dis time he's s'posed to a-ketched sich a fair ole\ncold dat he cahnt har'ly whisper, an' his back's dat bad he cahnt har'ly\nbend it.\n\n\"Well, come de end o' de week an' King Lion 'gun to smell a rat.\n`To-day you can go an' work in de to'acco lands,' ses he.\n\n\"Little Hahsie don't like dat, but he has to go an' git hold.  He lifts\ndat hoe, an' he look at dat row, an' he squint out on de grass alongside\nan' see a nice round Aard-Vark hole.  But he don't look de oder way,\nelse he'd a-seen King Lion hidin' hisse'f to watch him.  `To'acco\nhoein's worse'n watchin' cows,' ses Hahsie, as he bent his back an' put\nhis hoe to work.\n\n\"Now de day was yust de sort o' day for makin' you feel good, an' Hahsie\nhadn't hoed ten yards 'fore he forgot all about everytin' but wishin' he\nwas out on de veldt.  An' all de time King Lion in his hidin' place was\nwatchin' an' watchin' till at last he stick his head up an' shout\nout--`Hahsie!  Klein Hahsie!'\n\n\"`Here I is!' ses Hahsie, clear out an' yumpin' up, forgettin' dat cold\nan' dat sore back he's s'posed to be sick wid.\n\n\"King Lion he ses yust one word--`Ho!' ses he, an' he make a forty mile\nspring to ketch Ole Hahsie.\n\n\"An' Hahsie he ses on'y one word too--`Oh!' ses he, an' he make a fifty\nmile dive for darie Aard-Vark hole, an' he drops down it out o' sight\nyust as Ole King Lion claws de tail off him, all but de stump.\n\n\"`By jimminy! dat skellum!' ses King Lion outside.\n\n\"`Allah Crachty! dat close shave!' ses Hahsie inside.\n\n\"Well, King Lion he waited an' he waited, but it wahnt no use at all,\nfor Klein Hahsie he didn't wait two shakes, but he sets to work an' digs\nout at anoder place, a long way off in de mealies, an' pops off over de\nsky line dat way.  But he's mighty careful to keep out of Ole King\nLion's way since den, for he got sich a scare dat time dat he hain't\nnever manage to grow a long tail agen, like he used to have afore.\n\n\"An' if you want's to know yust what a hairy ole scare he got,\"\ncontinued Old Hendrik, \"you notice him nex' time you sees him.  You'll\nsee a white patch on his tail--dat's gone white wid de fright he got\nwhen de great big claws was a-grabbin' de rest o' de tail off.  But\nhere's de cows, an' I's got to get to de milkin',\" broke off the old\nstory-teller, swinging his pail and starting for the kraal.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER ELEVEN.\n\nTHE BARGAIN FOR THE LITTLE SILVER FISHES.\n\nThe youngest of the three children had brought in a tortoise from the\nspruit behind the house, and was half-indignant and half-amused at the\nstolid refusal of Mr Tortoise to put out his head in response to any\nstroking of his shell, or to any shaking or bumping on the ground.\n\"He's just that cunning, Ou' Ta', I never did see anything like him,\"\ncried the little boy to Old Hendrik.\n\n\"Well, he is tink hisse'f mighty cunnin' sometimes,\" answered the old\nHottentot genially.  \"But dere was once now, when Klein Hahsie want him\nto ketch him de little silver fis'es.\"\n\n\"Oh, but that Klein Hahsie--that Little Hare--he is just such a\nskellum!\" broke in Annie.\n\n\"Well,\" hesitated Old Hendrik, \"Little Hahsie he is a bit smart, but den\nhe don't get nob'dy's bones broke anyhow.  An' besides, Ou' Sculpat\ndere--de Tortoise--he was yust too lazy for ornament, let alone use.\n\n\"It was a' dis way.  Little Hahsie he was a-hoppin' an' a-floppin' along\ndown de spruit one day, an' he come to where de water was a-runnin'\nclear an' fine, an' what should he see in de big water-hole but all de\nlittle silver fis'es yust a-glintin' an' a-twinklin'.  Allah Crachty! he\nfair squot right down an' watch 'em, dey look dat good an' fine.\n\n\"But Little Hahsie ain't yust like a otter in de water, dough dere ain't\nno otter of 'em all could beat him at wantin' dem fis'es.  So he squot,\nan' he study, an' he tink till at last he see Ou' Sculpat a-danderin'\ndown, an' makin' no mo' to do but fair flop right in to de water, an'\nsort o' hang in dere wid his nose yust out, like a bird might be\na-hangin' in de air wid his beak catchin' on to a cloud.\n\n\"Little Hahsie fair cock his one year at dat to see Ou' Sculpat do it so\neasy, an' so twenty-shillin's-in-de-pound comfy like.  `By jimminy,\nSculpat, you looks at home all right,' ses he.\n\n\"`I is,' ses Sculpat, an' he don't take so much trouble as to turn his\nhead when he speak to Little Hahsie behind him, much less to turn his\nbody.  He sort o' shift one eye half-way round, an' dat's quite enough\ntoo, tink he.\n\n\"`An' what does you do when you is at home?' ax Hahsie.\n\n\"`Dis,' ses Sculpat, an' he don't take de trouble to keep dat one eye\nhalf-way round, but let it swing back like a swivel.\n\n\"Little Hahsie he flick his years like he tink someb'dy ought to yust\nkick de stuffin' out o' Sculpat.  `But,' ses he, `you has to eat What\nyou do den?'\n\n\"`Eat,' ses Sculpat--yust de one word.\n\n\"`Oh,' ses Hahsie, like he'd like to do dat kickin' hisse'f.  `Den you\ndoes ha' to shift yourse'f a bit sometimes.'\n\n\"`But I don't,' ses Sculpat.  `I's in my dinner now--dese water-weeds!'\n\n\"`Oh, you is, is you?' ses Little Hahsie, an' he's yust dat hairy over\nit dat he biffs de ground wid his back leg an' he yump over his own\nshadda.  `You's fair dat lazy you'd rader eat weeds, when all de time\ndem pretty little silver fis'es is a-twinklin' an' a-slantin' roun' you!\nAllah Crachty!'\n\n\"`What's I want wid twinkly little fis'es?' ses Sculpat.  `Weeds is nice\nnow, but fis'es--'\n\n\"`You can keep all de weeds if you gi'es me de fis'es!' ses Hahsie, like\nhe never did hear no such a fathead notion.\n\n\"`An' how if I keeps all de weeds anyhow, an' lets you do de same wid de\ntwinkly little fis'es, hey?' ses Sculpat, an' his face kind o' shine\nlike he'd be a-grinnin' if it wahnt too much trouble.\n\n\"Little Hahsie squot down agen at dat What Ou' Sculpat ses is yust so\nright flat an' square dat Hahsie he feel right flat too.  But he see de\nlittle silver fis'es a-flashin' agen an' he fair cahnt give up yet.\n`Dat's a' right,' ses he; `but I's got my good clo'es on, an' dey won't\ndo to get wet.  What say you now if you was to ketch me out a little\nstring of 'em, hey?'\n\n\"`What ses I?' ses Sculpat.  `Rats!'\n\n\"Little Hahsie he's yust dat mad he pick up one foot to go, but he's\nyust dat gone on dem fis'es dat he put anoder foot down to stop.\n`Look-a'-here,' ses he.  `If you ketch me out some o' dem fis', den I'll\nfetch you lots o' de nicest garden stuff from de farm yonder.'\n\n\"`Garden stuff!' ses Sculpat.  `Huh!--here's weeds!'\n\n\"`An' what if I eats up dem weeds?--what den?' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"`Dere's mo' weeds in de nex' water-hole,' ses Sculpat.\n\n\"`But I'll eat dem too,' ses Little Hahsie.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he yust lift his head clear o' de water, an' he stick it\nstraight up, and he laugh as quiet an as ghosty as if dat's de richest\nting he's ever hear.  `Oh! you yust go on an' eat 'em,' ses he.  `Do go\non an' eat 'em--an' by dat time your little tummy 'll be swell' an'\nswell' till you's all blowed up like a poisoned pup.  Ho, yis! you start\nin an' eat 'em, do!' an Ou' Sculpat he laugh like he's never a-gun' to\nstop.\n\n\"Dat make Little Hahsie dat huffy he fair snift agen.  `You might laugh\nsome mo',' ses he.  `Why don't you go on an' laugh some mo'?  You' moufs\nbig enough, an' you's ugly enough.'\n\n\"`But I ain't half as ugly as you'd be if you eat all de water-weeds, or\ndropped in an' tried to ketch de little twinkly fis'es,' ses Sculpat;\nan' he laugh agen worser an' ghostier dan ever.\n\n\"Dat stir up Little Hahsie till he's fair clawin' mad, but yust when you\ntink he's 'gun to begin to ploppin' out bad words, right den he seem to\nwilt down into quiet, an' his face straighten out all de wrinkles like a\nboy when you gi'es him sixpence for sweets.  He tinks dere's anoder way,\nan' all he ses is--`All right, Sculpat.  Good mawnin',' and he offs, an'\nhe don't turn round needer, nor let on at all when he hear Ou' Sculpat\nlaughin' some mo' behind him.  He on'y grin an' grin.\n\n\"But 'stead o' goin' home he goes off to see Ou' Waxa, de Honey-bird.\n`I wants some honey,' ses he.\n\n\"`So does I,' ses Waxa; `an' wouldn't I like to get some too!'\n\n\"`But ain't you got none?' ses Little Hahsie, wid his bofe years cocked\nstraight up wid s'prise.  `Ain't you got yust a leetle teenty bit?  Yust\na scrape o' honey'll do me.'\n\n\"`Dere's de place where de honey was,' ses Waxa, showin' him de hole in\nde tree.  `I 'specs dere's all de scrape you wants--but I don't know\nabout de honey.'\n\n\"`De drippin's 'll do.  What you's dropped 'll do me,' ses Hahsie.  `Ou'\nSculpat he ain't never taste honey yet, so he won't know de diffrence of\na bit o' dirt or two.  De calabas' I'll put it in'll look big all de\nsame, weder dere's lots o' honey inside it or on'y one drop,'--an' wid\ndat he pulls out a big calabasie wid a long bottle neck, an' 'gins to\nscrape up de drippin's what Ou' Waxa drop when she pull de bits o' de\ncomb out o de tree.\n\n\"Well, it come de nex' day, an' Ou' Sculpat was dere in de water-hole,\nfeelin' de weeds agen his mouf an' not takin' de trouble to make up his\nmind weder he'll eat or not, when here comes Klein Hahsie, yust\na-hoppin' an' a-skippin', wid a calabas' in his one hand, an' a-beatin'\nit wid his toder like a drum.  An' all de time he's a-keepin' time wid\nsingin':--\n\n  \"Hahsie, Hahsie;\n  Calabasie;\n  Dum!  Dum!  Dam!\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat open his eyes at dat.  He turn his head, an' on dat Little\nHahsie gives a extry kick an' a stride.  `Here you is, Sculpat!' ses he.\n`Taste dis!' an' he sticks a long feder into de calabas' an' pulls it\nout wid a flouris' an' holds it up.  `Open your mouf, an' shut you'\neyes, an' see what comes dat's spiffin' nice,' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he wave hisse'f to de side o' de pool like he dunno weder\nit's wort while or not; but he comes out an' he stick his head up an'\nopen his mouf an' shut his eyes--an' dat's why he don't see de grin come\nin Little Hahsie's face, nor' de double extry flouris' he give de feder.\nDen Hahsie draw de feder troo Ou' Sculpat's mouf an' out agen.\n\n\"As soon as he taste dat honey Ou' Sculpat's eyes flew wide open an' his\nmouf begun a-workin' all ways at once.  `Allah Crachty! but dat's fair\nfine-o,' ses he.  `Yust gi'e me a little teenty bit more o' dat, won't\nyou?'\n\n\"`Ah, now,' ses Hahsie.  `Yestiday when I ax you for some little fis'es\nyou was mighty snifty.  To-day I gi'es you some o' my nice stuff an' you\nses--\"Mo.\"  An' I ses--\"What for?\"'\n\n\"`Well, I'll gi'e you a fis' if you gi'es me some more o' dat,' ses\nSculpat.\n\n\"`Hoho!' ses Hahsie.  `Yestiday I offer' to fetch you garden stuff an'\nyou ses you's got weeds.  S'pose I says now--\"What do I want wid\nfis'es--I's got honey?\"--eh?'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he try to tink dat over, an' dis time it's Little Hahsie is\na-grinnin'.  `Yestiday you laugh' at me,' ses Hahsie.  `What price you\nlaugh at yourse'f to-day?  You wouldn't gi'e me what you had, but you\nwant me to gi'e you what I got.  What's de difference, Sculpat?'\n\n\"`Honey,' ses Sculpat; `an' you's got it.  How many silver fis'es you\nwant for dat calabas' o' honey?'\n\n\"`Ten,' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"`Right,' ses Sculpat.  `You be here in half an hour an' I'll have de\nten ready.'\n\n\"Well, Little Hahsie he hop off wid de same ole drummin' on de calabas',\nan' de same ole song, `Hahsie, Hahsie, Calabasie!  Dum!  Dum!  Dum!'\nOu' Sculpat he sets to work to ketch dem fis'es.\"\n\n\"But, Ou' Ta',\" interrupted the eldest boy, \"how does Ou' Sculpat catch\nfish?\"\n\n\"Ah!\" answered the old Hottentot slyly; \"dat's yust what Ou' Sculpat\nain't never let anyb'dy see yet.  Dat's why he sent Klein Hahsie away\ntill he done it.  But anyhow, he ketched dese yere ten, an' laid 'em out\non de green o' de grass, all white an' shinin' silver in de sun; dey\nlooked mighty fine an' tasty, I can tell you.  An' den along comes\nLittle Hahsie agen wid de calabas'.\n\n\"`Here's de fis'; where's de honey?' ses Ou' Sculpat.\n\n\"`Here's de honey: count de fis',' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"Dey counted out de fis an' dere was de ten a' right, an' one little one\nbeside for bargain.  `Dat's de style,' ses Hahsie.  `Now open your mouf\nan' shut your eyes an' see if dis stuff ain't rippin' nice.'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he shut his eyes an' he open his mouf, an' Little Hahsie he\nflouris' de feder out o' de calabas' wid a mighty ole twirl, an' den he\ndraw it troo Ou' Sculpat's mouf slow an' slower till it come out across.\nDen he yabs it half-way down his froat an' draw it back.  `Dere!' ses\nhe.  `Ain't dat nice?'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he don't say a word.  He yust smack his lips an' work his\nmouf an' den plank it wide open for more.\n\n\"Little Hahsie he sort o' consider dat open mouf, an' he grin into it,\nan' he slant his eye into it like he's lookin' down it to see what\nSculpat had for breakfas', an' he pat it under de chin, an' den, while\nhe's a-considerin' it some mo', Ou' Sculpat open his eyes an' ketch ole\nHahsie a-squintin' down his gumses.  `Well,' ses he, `what about de rest\nof it?'\n\n\"`Dat's exac'ly what I wants to know,' ses Hahsie.  `Dat's why I's\na-lookin' down your froat--to see where de rest is went to.  Here's me\ntipped up de calabas', an' den I rub a taste nicely in your mouf, an'\nden I drop in all de rest, so you'd have a nice ten minutes suckin' on\nit.  It drop in a' right, but, Allah Crachty! where's it go to?  Tell me\ndat, Sculpat, for dere ain't no sign of it where I looked.'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat stretch his eyes wide open at dat.  `It must ha' gone\nsomewhere,' ses Hahsie.  `Hyer's de calabas' quite empty for you to\nsee.'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat cock his eye into de calabas', but he cahnt see nawtin'\ndere, an' he look at Little Hahsie, an' Little Hahsie look back like dis\nis de funniest merrikle ever was.  Den Sculpat dive into de inside o'\nhis shell to see if p'r'aps de honey might ha' got dere, but it ain't;\nan' at last he ses--`What's you goin' to do about it?--you's got de\nfis'es.'\n\n\"`An' you's got de honey,' ses Little Hahsie.\n\n\"`Where's it den?' ses Sculpat.\n\n\"`I put it into dis end o' you,' ses Hahsie.  `You's de one to know\nwhat's happen' to it after dat.'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he consider a bit.  `Well, I did feel sometin' ticklin'\nhalf-way down my froat,' ses he, `but I didn't feel it no furder.'\n\n\"`P'r'aps dat's de way you's made inside,' ses Hahsie; `half-way down\nan' den a drop.'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he didn't say nawtin' to dat; he stick to business.\n`When's I to have some mo'?' ses he.\n\n\"`When I wants more fis',' ses Hahsie, his big eyes fair a-shinin' wid\nwonderin' about dat honey still.\n\n\"`An' when's dat?' ses Sculpat.\n\n\"`When I feels like I'd like some,' ses Hahsie, an' he don't grin a bit.\n\n\"`To-morro'?' axes Sculpat.\n\n\"`A' right,' ses Hahsie.  `You have de fis'es ready an' I'll see about\ngettin' some mo' honey.  So long, den,'--an' Mr Hahsie he picks up de\nten fis'es an' de little one, an' he offs.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat watch him go a minute.  `Dat stuff is taste rippin',' ses\nhe.  Den he flop into de water agen, but he don't eat any weeds.\n\n\"Well, de nex' day dere's Ou' Sculpat ready wid de ten fis'es but dere\nain't no little one extry dis time, an' hyer comes Hahsie wid de same\nole drummin' an' singin'--`Hahsie, Hahsie, Calabasie!  Dum!  Dum!  Dum!'\n\n\"But dis time when Ou' Sculpat open his mouf an' shut his eyes he don't\nshut 'em; not quite; he keep one eye half-open.  Dat's de way he seen de\ngay old flouris' Little Hahsie give de feder, an' de little little drop\no' honey dere is on it too.  Dat's de way also he seen de grin on Little\nHahsie's face, when Hahsie's a-lookin' into his mouf, where he's\ntouchin' spots here an' dere wid de feder, an' he get dat s'picious dat\nhis one eye spring wide open--an' dat's de way Little Hahsie seen yust\nin time dat he's a-lookin'.\n\n\"But Little Hahsie he's a gamey ole bird, an' he don't turn a hair nor\nlet on in any sort o' way.  He yust holds de feder up like he's waitin',\nan' he ain't a bit astonish' when Ou' Sculpat lets de oder eye spring\nopen too.  `How's de taste o' dat, Sculpat?' ses he.\n\n\"`It's a-gun' to taste better when dere's more on top of it,' ses\nSculpat.  `Come on wid de rest.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Hahsie, `you ain't no picaninny.  You don't want me to\nstick a bib under your chin an' feed you wid a feder.  Here you is--take\nde calabas' an' eat de lot, an' I'll take de fis.'\n\n\"Sculpat he take de calabas', an' Hahsie he pick up de fis'; but he\nain't got two skips away before Ou' Sculpat sings out: `Hey yeh!\nWhere's-dis honey?'\n\n\"`Where you's got it, in de calabas',' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"`Dat's yust where I ain't got it,' ses Sculpat.  `Dere's de calabas'\nan' dere ain't de honey; you look for yourse'f.'\n\n\"Little Hahsie look dat astonish'--you never seen no sich astonishment.\n`Why,' ses he, `I went to Ou' Waxa, de Honey-bird, myse'f wid dat\ncalabas', so's to be sure an' get it full.  An' now I yust turns my back\nan' you ses dere ain't none in it!'\n\n\"`An' dere was yestiday, too,' ses Sculpat.\n\n\"`Yes,' ses Hahsie, comin' one step back.  `Dere was yestiday; an' I\n'specs dat's what's de matter to-day, same as 'yestiday.  You's gulluped\nde lot down in one, an' now you wants to bluff me out dat you ain't had\nnone.'\n\n\"`Dat sort o' talk won't do,' ses Sculpat `Hyer's de calabas' an' hyer\nain't no honey.  You can look for yourse'f.'\n\n\"Hahsie looks, an' he cahnt see no mo' inside dat calabas' dan' anyb'dy\nelse can see de inside of any other bottle-neck calabas'.  But he make\nlike he's fair astonish', all de same.  `By jimminy! it do look like\nit's empty,' ses he.  `But I'll tell you what, you let me have dat\ncalabas' agen, an' I'll take it back to Ou' Waxa an' ax her how it is\ndere ain't no honey in it.  An' to-morro' when you has de fis'es ready\nI'll bring two lots o' honey, one for to-day as well as to-morro'.  I'll\nha' to go quick, dough, if I's gun' to ketch Ou' Waxa 'fore she go.  So\nlong, den,' an' he offs wid de calabas' an de fis' 'fore you can say\nrats!\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat ses on'y one ting: `To-morro' I has de honey fust'.  Den he\nins to de water-hole an' tinks.\n\n\"Well, to-morro' comes, an' de ten fis'es dis time is all laid out in a\nwheel, wid deir little tails togeder an' deir heads out, so dey look\nmighty fine in de sun.  But dis time here come Little Hahsie widout no\ncalabas' at all.  `Hello!' ses Sculpat, `where's de honey?'\n\n\"`Dat's yust what Ou' Waxa said when I took her de calabas',' ses\nHahsie.  `An' dis time she ain't a-trustin' me wid de honey.  You's got\nto bring de fis'es an' come wi' me an' get de honey from her yourse'f.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses Sculpat, `I's gun' to see dis ting troo dis time.  I's\ncomin'.  Show de way, den,' an' he slings de fis'es two by two on his\nback an' off dey pop.\n\n\"Off dey pops an' dey gets five yards on de road an' Hahsie finds\nhisse'f a hundred yards ahead, so he squots an' waits for Sculpat to\ncome up.  `You better to shift yourse'f a bit mo' livelier,' ses he.\n\n\"Dey gets twenty yards furder, an' Little Hahsie finds hisse'f hoppin'\nalong on his lonesome near out o' sight ahead.  `Allah Crachty!' ses he,\n`I might do a sleep while I's waitin' like dis,' an' as soon as Ou'\nSculpat comes up--`Is you goin' to get dere to-day, or is it to-morro'?'\nses he.\n\n\"But Ou' Sculpat he ain't got time for talkin'.  He yust keep on\nflip-a-flipperin' along de road, an' Hahsie he starts wid him agen.\n\n\"Well, dis time Hahsie gets clean out o' sight over de rise, till after\na while he comes tearin' back, head fust, an' his front legs havin all\ndey can do to keep out o' de way o' de hind 'uns.  `Look-a'-hyer, I's\nbeen over de rise, an' dere'll be no honey left by de time we get dere\nat dis rate.'\n\n\"`Ain't I a-comin'?' ses Sculpat.\n\n\"`Yes,' snort Hahsie, `an' so's good times--but when?  We's a-gun' to\nlose dat honey if we don't do sometin'.  Here,' ses he, an' he hops\nalongside Ou' Sculpat.  `Gi'e me de fis'es an' I'll go on an' get de\nhoney till you come,' an' 'fore Ou' Sculpat can consider dat, Little\nHahsie snatches de fis'es off his back.  `You keep comin' along till you\ngets dere,' ses he, an' off he scoot wid his legs goin' yards long.\n\n\"`I'll come along in time,' ses Sculpat as Hahsie go over de rise.\n`I'll keep on.  I wants dat honey.'\n\n\"Well, he did keep on,\" concluded Old Hendrik.  \"He kep' on an' he kep'\non, over de rise an' over de veldt.  An' he look about an he ax about,\nbut--he ain't never come along to dat honey yet.  An' he never will.\"\n\n\n\nCHAPTER TWELVE.\n\nWHY THE TORTOISE HAS NO HAIR ON.\n\n\"But,\" demanded Annie of the old Hottentot, a couple of days later,\n\"after that horrid Little Hare cheated Old Tortoise over the little\ntwinkly fishes, what did Old Tortoise say next time he met him?\"\n\n\"What did Ou' Sculpat say to Little Hahsie?\" repeated Old Hendrik, with\na sudden wide open laugh.  \"Well, Ainkye, he said a lot; you may bet he\nsaid a lot.  He yust hatto say a lot 'cause what he ha' to say wahnt\ntrue; an' when you hain't got de trufe to tell, den you has to use a\nmighty lot o' words to make it stick.\"\n\n\"But surely Old Tortoise didn't believe that Little Hare after what he'd\ndone!\" protested Annie.\n\n\"Oh, but you hain't never hear dat Little Hahsie talk when he's a mind\nto butter some'dy down,\" rejoined Old Hendrik.  \"Ou' Sculpat's one o'\ndese people what wants to know 'fore dey b'lieves anytin', an' he was\nraungin' round for blood an' t'under lookin' for Little Hahsie.  Well,\nan' he meet him, an' de nex' ting you knows dey's yust ole chummies\na-plantin' peach-trees togeder.  Dat's fine, ain't it?  But den, de\nfinis' of it!--an' de finis' of it is, Ou' Sculpat hain't got no hair on\nhim any mo'.\"\n\n\"Why! did tortoises ever have hair on?\" demanded little Annie in blank\nastonishment.\n\n\"O' course dey had hair on,\" retorted Old Hendrik, protesting at such\nastonishment in his hearer.  \"Ain't his big broder, de otter, got hair\non him yet?  But Sculpat would get mix' up wid Little Hahsie, an' dere\nyou is; he hain't got no hair on him no more.\"\n\n\"Oh, how was that?  Do tell us,\" begged Annie.\n\n\"Why, it was dis a-way,\" went on Hendrik.  \"When dey did meet, an' when\nOu' Sculpat finis' talkin' big, an' Little Hahsie finis' talkin' butter,\nden Hahsie feel dat good an' harum-scarum inside him dat he hop, an' he\nskip, an' he monkey off across de veldt till he come to a farm, an' dere\nwas de peach garden right in his way, wid de farm house a bit way off\nf'm it.\n\n\"Well, Little Hahsie he squot an' he sniff, an' he tink about de dogs\nan' de little boys dat frow stones; but he tink o' de peaches too, an'\nhe feel yust dat cussed dat he's a-gun' to have a try at dem peaches if\nhe lose his tail for it.  He can see de fence is all aloes an'\nprickly-pear, growin' dat close dere ain't room even for Ou' Ringhals,\nde snake, to get troo, let alone a Hahsie; but dat ain't a-gun' to send\nhim off widout peaches.\n\n\"So he looks about, an' dere's a round stony koppie yust back o' de\nhouse an' garden, an' he hop round an' up de back side o' dat koppie,\nan' peep over to have a reglar look at tings.  An' under a tree at de\nfoot o' de koppie he sees two fat dogs a-sleepin', an' comin' f'm de\ngarden dere's a little boy wid his daddy's ole hat full o' peaches; dese\nbig, fine, girl's-cheek peaches.  An' de boy goes an' sets down under de\ntree.\n\n\"Little Hahsie he look at de boy, an' he look at de dogs.  Den he look\nat de big stones, an' de little bushes all down de side o' de koppie, an\nhis big eyes 'gin a-shinin'.  `I knows how I'll get dem peaches,' ses\nhe.\n\n\"Well, he creep down de koppie troo de bushes an' de stones till he's\nright at de bottom an' on'y about forty yards away from de little boy,\nan' den he pop out right in front o' him.  He gi'es one hop an' he gi'es\ntwo hop, an' den all of a sudden he squot flat, like he's yust seen de\nlittle boy an' tinks de boy ain't seen him.  But dere's one fair ole\nyell an' one mighty ole yump f'm darie boy, an' den he's yust a-sikkin'\nde dogs on to ketch dis hare.\n\n\"Dat's all Little Hahsie want.  While de boy's a-yellin' an' a-yumpin',\nan' while de dogs is a-wakin' an' a-lookin' out to see what's it all\nabout all dat time Klein Hahsie's yust a-makin' a brown streak round dat\nkoppie.\n\n\"But he ain't.  He on'y make ten yards of it an' den he's out o' sight\nround de corner.  Dat's far enough, an' he yust gi'es one fair ole yump\nto one side, up de koppie, an' squots down flat behind a stone till de\ndogs is rush past wid de little boy runnin' all he know ahter 'em.  Den\nHahsie yust hop back to darie ole hatful o' peaches under de tree, an'\npick it up an' skip out o' dat eatin peaches all de way.\"\n\n\"And what did the little boy do when he got back and found his peaches\ngone?\" broke in Annie's younger brother.\n\n\"Well,\" answered Hendrik, \"I on'y heard about what Klein Hahsie done.\nDey don't say nawtin' about what de boy done.  But I 'specs he yust went\nback an' got some mo' peaches.\n\n\"But about Klein Hahsie,\" resumed he.  \"Dese yere peaches taste yust dat\ngood dat all de while he's a-eatin' 'em he's tinkin' how nice it 'ud be\nif he had his own tree to pick at widout no dogs to chase him.  An' de\nmo' he eat de mo' he study, till at last it strike him what to do.  Den\nhe saves de last two o' de peaches, an' he biff dat ole hat into shape\nwid a one-two, an' swack it down on one ear an' de back of his head, an'\noff he set down de spruit to de water-hole where he'll find Ou' Sculpat.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat was dere, wid his chin on top de water, lookin' yust as\nleary as ever, an' he don't so much as wink his eye till Little Hahsie\nshout him out.  `Hello!  Sculpat!' ses he.  `I's struck luck since I lef\nyou.  I's got peaches; an' I reckoned now we's frens I'd better gi'e you\none an' me de oder.  Here you is den, choose which one you'll have.'\n\n\"Well, Ou' Sculpat he tinks he'll tink it over, but he look at dem two\npeach in Little Hahsie's han's, an' fust ting he knows he's flipped his\nway out o' de water an' he's comin' to Hahsie, where he's a-sittin' wid\none leg crossed over toder, makin' hisse'f all nice an' comfy.  `Here\nyou is,' ses Hahsie, givin' him de biggest an' de ripest o' de two.\n`You squot now, an' we'll fair enjoy dese ole peaches.'\n\n\"So Ou' Sculpat he squot, an' dey rolls dem peaches in deir han's, an'\ndey suck 'em wid deir lips, an' dey squeeze deir teef in yust a leetle\nbit an' taste de yuice o' dat.  An' dat's so nice dey cahnt hold off no\nlonger, but dey fair yum-yums into dem peaches an' scoffs 'em down an'\nsuck de stones clean.  `What you tink o' peaches now?' ses Hahsie.\n\n\"`I tinks I'd like to know where dere's some mo',' ses Sculpat.  `I'd\nyust fair live on peaches if I had 'em.'\n\n\"`So'd I,' ses Hahsie; `an' I'll tell you what, Sculpat, I's bin\na-studyin'.  What you say now if we plant dese two stones an' grow two\ntrees for us ownselfs, an' yust sit under de branches an' watch de\npeaches ripen?  Wouldn't dat be fine?'\n\n\"`Wouldn't it yust,' ses Sculpat.  `Wouldn't it yust.'\n\n\"`Right-o den,' ses Hahsie.  `Here we is now.  You pick a place an'\nwe'll plant dese two stones, one for me an' one for you.  We'll soon\nhave peaches ahter dat--tons an' tons,' ses he.\n\n\"`Right you is,' ses Sculpat.  `Yonder's de place.  We'll soon plant\n'em.'\n\n\"So dey plants dese two stones, an' de trees spring up, an' den comes de\ntime to be waterin' 'em every day.  An' every day Ou' Sculpat's at it,\ncarryin' de water in his mouf to his tree; an' a-carryin' all de day\n'cause he cahnt on'y hold a mighty little water in his mouf at one time.\nSo his tree kep' on a-growin' an' a-branchin'.\n\n\"But Little Hahsie he ain't a-waterin' no trees.  If darie ole tree o'\nhis want water, den it 'ad a-better sa'nter over to de water-hole an'\nget it; or if it want to die, well, it can yust die an' be blowed to it,\nses he.  Den he'd go off an' squot down an' watch Ou' Sculpat carryin'\nwater, an' he'd laugh an' laugh; but he don't let nob'dy ketch him at\ndat.\n\n\"Well, dis went on an' on, till Little Hahsie's tree's dead wid de want\no' water, while Ou' Sculpat's is big an' bushy wid de plenty of it, an'\nin a while it's fair hangin' full an' bendin' down wid peaches--nice,\nbig, yuicy, girl's-cheek peaches.\n\n\"Ses Ou' Sculpat to Hahsie: `If you'd on'y a-watered your tree you'd\na-had peaches too now.  Don't you wis' you had?'\n\n\"`Well, dem peaches is look nice,' ses Hahsie.  `But dey'd be a lot\nnicer for you if you could get at 'em to eat 'em.  How's you gun' to do\ndat, Sculpat?'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat swivel his eye to look at Hahsie.  Hahsie don't wink a\nword.  Ses he: `It's all right, ain't it?  Dere's your peaches an'\ndere's you, but dere ain't de eatin'--an' de eadn's de ting, ain't it?\nHow about dat part, Sculpat?'\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat yust drop right flat at dat; he hain't never tink o' dat.\nHe look at dat tree an' he look at dem peaches, such nice big peaches;\nan' den he look at Little Hahsie.  `What'll I ha' to do?' ses he.\n\n\"`Well,' ses Hahsie, `I reckon dere ain't on'y one way.  You'll ha' to\nget some'dy to climb up in de tree an' drop 'em down to you.'\n\n\"`An' you's de on'y one I knows dat can do it,' ses Sculpat.  `How if\nyou was to go up in de tree den?'\n\n\"`A' right,' ses Hahsie, like he's doin' de bigges' kind of a favour.\n`I'll have a try, anyhow,' ses he, like he ain't so sure he can do it.\nBut he gi'es a hop, a skip, an' a yump, an' you can hear him laugh as he\nland up in dem lower branches like a bird.  Den he climb an' he climb\ntill he's right up where de nicest peaches is.  An' den--why, den he\n'gins to eat 'em.\n\n\"You should a-hear Ou' Sculpat shout at dat.  `Ho yeh!' ses he, `what\nfor you eat dem peaches up dere?'\n\n\"`'Cause dey's nice, what else?' ses Hahsie.  `Dey's about de nicest\npeaches I ever tasted.  Here you is; dis stone now,' ses he, an' he drop\na peach stone fair on Ou' Sculpat's nose.  `You plant darie stone, an'\nby'n'by you'll have a tree o' your own to eat off, an' den you won't\nneed to dance an' prance round dis one while you's watchin' me eat\npeaches.'\n\n\"Sculpat he fair whistle, he's dat mad.  `By gum!  You flop right down\nout o' dat or I'll knock de by-gum stuffin' out o' you,' ses he, an' he\nyust paw de air.  `Dem's my peaches,' ses he.\n\n\"`Is dey?' ses Hahsie.  `Den if dey is I'd advise you to shake yourse'f\na bit an' come up an' get a few while dere's some left,' an' Hahsie sort\no' smile down at him.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat he reg'lar stretch his neck down dere on de ground.  `You's\nsmart,' ses he, `almighty smart; but I know what I'll do.  You yust stop\nup dere an' see if I don't fix you.  You wait a bit, dat's all,' an' he\nturns an' he offs back to de spruit, wid Little Hahsie singin' a song to\nhim as far as he can hear him, about how nice it is to eat peaches in de\ntree.\n\n\"But it ain't no time at all 'fore here comes Ou' Sculpat back agen, an'\nde hool gang o' de sculpats wid him.  An' dey make no mo' to do, but dey\nmarches right up to de tree an' 'gins to bite it round to cut it down.\n`Now we's got you,' ses Sculpat.  `We'll see how you like it when we get\nhold o you.'\n\n\"`When you get hold o' me,' ses Hahsie.  `Fire away den,' an' he yust\nkeep on a-eatin' peaches like dat's what he was born doin'.\n\n\"By'n'by de tree's mighty near cut troo, an' by dat time dere ain't one\npeach left.  Little Hahsie's eat de last one.  `Dat's a' right,' ses\nSculpat.  `But I's yust a-gun' to knock dem peaches out o' you agen now,\nwid all de rest o' de by-gum stuffin'.'\n\n\"Den _car-r-rack_! goes de tree, an' it 'gin to swing dis way an' dat\nway, an' all de sculpats stand ready to ketch Little Hahsie.  Den\n_cur-rack-rack_ sounds de tree an' down it come; but, yust as it's\na-fallin', dere's Little Hahsie, _dar soh_! away out yonder.  For he\ngi'en one fair ole winger of a yump, an' he land far out de yonder side\nde ring o' sculpats, an' dere he goes now a-streakin' over de rise an'\nout o' sight.  `Who's a-knockin' de stuffin' out o' who now?' ses he, as\nhe send de heel dust a-flyin' behind him.\n\n\"But de sculpats dey ain't done yet.  Dey's too mad to gi'e up so easy\nas dat.  `I know what he'll do,' ses Ou' Sculpat.  `He's yust so full o'\npeaches he'll squot right down dere over de rise an' go to sleep.  So\nwe'll do dis; we'll get round him in a great big ring a mile wide, an'\nden when he 'gins to run agen we'll keep a-poppin' up an' a-poppin' up\neverywhere he stops, till he'll yust run on till he drops.  Den we has\nhim.'\n\n\"`Dat's yust what we'll do,' ses all de sculpats.  An' right dere dey\nstart to do it.\n\n\"Well, Little Hahsie was a-sleepin' on de yonder side de ridge, where\nhe'd squotted down, when up pops Ou' Sculpat, yust dat close dat dere\nain't no time for foolin' or anytin' but gettin' away.  But Hahsie flick\nup his heels an' laugh as he go.  `Why don't you ketch me?' ses he.\n\n\"Ou' Sculpat grin, but he don't say nawtin'.  He yust flop down in de\ngrass agen an' wait.\n\n\"In a while Klein Hahsie rinks he's run fur enough, but he hadn't more'n\nstop 'fore up pops anoder sculpat a-comin' at him.\n\n\"`Hello!' ses Hahsie.  `Here a'ready, is you?  Allah Crachty! how you\nmanage dat?'  But de sculpat keep a-comin' on, an' Hahsie has to off\nagen, an' dis time he don't flick his heels.\n\n\"Well, de same ring happen once an' de same ring happen twice, an' it\nwent on like dat till Little Hahsie was dat near done for dat de\nsculpats 'gin to close in on him.  `Now we's got you,' ses dey.\n\n\"`Has you?' ses Hahsie, an' he look round, an' dere he sees a dead\nelephant lyin' in de grass.  `Dat's de ting,' ses he, an' he makes a\ndive an' he pops right inside dat elephant, troo his mouf.\n\n\"Now dat elephant was all swelled up wid bein' two days dead, an' when\nLittle Hahsie dives inside it, head fust it set up such a morion an'\ncommotion dat it look like de elephant's a-gun' to roll over an' get up\non to his four big legs.  De trunk lift up, an' de top ear wag, an' de\nsculpats all rink, by jimminy, darie elephant's de liv'est elephant\ndey's seen dis many a day.\n\n\"`Run now!' shouts de sculpats.  `Darie elephant's Klein Hahsie's daddy,\nan' he's a-gun' to get up an' tromp us to smash!  Get away now!' ses\ndey.\n\n\"Little Hahsie, inside, he hear all dat, an' he fair 'gun to ramp about\nin dat elephant, an' he shout outen his trunk like billy-o, an' it made\ndat big a row, an' dat big a wiggle, dat you hain't never seen no\nsculpats ever doin' no sich a gettin' away as dey did.  'Fore dat time\ndey used to have hair on 'em like a otter, but dey went dat far an' dey\nwent dat fas'--for sculpats--troo de bush an' de stones an' de grass,\ndat dey wear all de hair off n 'em, till dey get's quite smoove an'\npolish like you sees 'em now.\n\n\"An' dat's why de sculpats is got no hair on 'em,\" concluded the old\nHottentot, with all the dignity of a learned professor to his class.\n\n\n\nCHAPTER THIRTEEN.\n\nWHY THE RATEL IS SO KEEN ON HONEY.\n\nThe children were accompanying Old Hendrik from the tobacco lands to the\nmealie lands farther out, and on the way, in crossing the broken,\nbush-grown spruit between, the eldest boy marked a fresh earth of the\nRatel or honey-badger.  \"Dat's bad to see if we don't do sometin',\" said\nOld Hendrik.  \"Dere'll be mighty little honey on dis place 'fore long if\nwe don't drop on to Mr Ratel.\"\n\n\"But, Ou' Ta',\" demanded Annie, \"why is the Ratel always after the\nhoney?\"\n\n\"Well, Ainkye,\" answered Old Hendrik gravely, \"it's 'cause it's in de\nblood.  Some folk ses it's dis way an' some ses it's dat way but as soon\nas Ou' Ratel sees 'em comin' to ax, he fair dives into diggin', an' he's\nhalf-way down to Dublin, as your mammy ses, 'fore dey comes to where he\nstarted f'm.  It ain't dat dese hyer Ratels ain't proud o' de reason,\n'cause dey tinks it was mighty smart o' deir grandaddy.  It's yust dey\nrinks nobody knows, an' so dey won't tell.\n\n\"But I knows, 'cause my ole grandaddy tole me, an' it happen in his\ngrandaddy's time.  You see it was de grandaddy of all dese yere Ratels,\nan it was when he was a young _kerel_ in his daddy's house.  Dere ain't\nno doubt he was slim, _baiah_ slim, an' he was yust dat gone on honey\ndat he even played tricks on his ole daddy, till at last he tried on dat\nabout de sack o' honey an' de honey-gum tree.  Den--well, you listen.\n\n\"Dis young Seeunkie Ratel was de sort dat his mammy was al'ays a-fallin'\nout wid his daddy over him, reckonin' his daddy was al'ays a-tinkin' he\nwas up to some skellumness or other.  An I reckon myse'f dat de ole man\nknow'd.  However, de ole man had a big goatskin chock full o' de finest\nhoney, an' he kep' it under de bed in de sleepin' chamber, so it 'ud be\nnice an handy--an' safe.  In a mawnin' dey'd all get up, an de ole daddy\nhe'd go out an' have a look round, an' de ole mammy she'd be busy\na-gettin' de breakfas' ready, while little missy Wilhelmina Ratel she'd\nplay about, inside or outside or underfoot, yust like little girls does\nwhen deir mammies is busy.  An' all dis time young Seeunkie Ratel he'd\nbe--well--dat's when de honey 'ud be doin' de dis-appearin'.\n\n\"What he used to do was to wait till de rest was outside or in de eatin'\nroom, an' den he'd sneak back into de sleepin' chamber, pull out his\nknife, snick a chunk o' dis sugary honey out o' de bag, slip it into his\npocket an' off out to have a look round too, 'fore breakfas'.  Dat's\nwhen he'd scoff dis chunk o' honey.\n\n\"Well, de ole daddy he sees his honey lookin' less an' less every day,\nan' he scratch his head an' he say to his wife: `Mammy,' ses he, `dat's\nmighty funny about dat honey.  It's a-goin' somewheres.'\n\n\"`Well,' ses she, `what you expect?  You let dat good-for-nuffin'\nWilhelmina play about yust as she likes an' do what she likes, an' yet\nyou won't never b'lieve nawtin' I tells you about her.  I know'd she'd\nbe in some mischief soon,' ses she, for Ole Missis Ratel was one o' dese\nwomen what's all for deir skellum of a boy, an' so de daddy has to be\ngood to de little girl hisse'f.\n\n\"Well, ole daddy he sit down an' he tink an' tink, an' old mammy she go\nout an' ketch hold o' little Wilhelmina an' spank an' spank, but young\nSeeunkie he stays out on de veldt an smack an' smack his lips on de\nhoney, an' keep de tail o' one eye over his shoulder to watch if his\ndaddy's comin'.\n\n\"Tings went on a-dis way den, till one mawnin' at breakfas' dey had a\npretty good ole breakfas', an' by de time dey'd finis' de ole daddy was\na-feelin' yust right an' comfy, an' he lean back in his chair an' pulls\nout half a yard o' yuicy ole to'acco.  `Len' your ole daddy your knife\nfor a minute, Seeunkie,' ses he.\n\n\"Young Seeunkie tink no mo' about it, but dives down in his pocket an'\nhaul out his knife an' lifts it over.  But he hadn't no mo' dan stretch\nit out 'fore he feels de honey sticky on it, yust as de ole daddy grips\nhis fingers on it.  De yoke's on his neck now, tinks Seeunkie, as he\nlooks at his daddy, but he never lets on yust yet.\n\n\"Oom Ratel gets de knife open 'fore de sticky feelin' strikes him.  Den\nhe looks down at de blade an' de joints of it an' den he looks up at\nyoung Seeunkie an' de cheeks of him, an'--well, he gets up an' grabs dat\nyoung burgher by de scruff.  `So it's you bin steal all dat honey, is\nit?' ses he.  `Yust what I t'ought a'ready.'\n\n\"`Dere you is agen,' shouts de ole fool mammy.  `Blamin' him 'fore you\nknows if it's true or not.  You ain't ask him what he's got to say.'\n\n\"`Dere ain't no need for any say in it,' ses ole daddy.  `Dere's de\nhoney on his knife to do all de sayin'.'\n\n\"`But dat ain't honey at all;' ses Seeunkie, bold as brass now his\nmammy's up.  `Dat's yust sweet honey-gum.  I found a tree o' sweet gum\nyestiday down by de spruit.'\n\n\"`Sweet gum!' ses Oom Ratel.  `I's lived a bit longer an' seen a bit mo'\ndan you, Seeunkie, but I ain't never seen any sweet gum tree nor heerd\no' one yet.'\n\n\"`Well, you's seen an' heerd o' sweet gum now,' snaps dat ole fool\nmammy; `an' dat on'y shows how much smarter he is dan you.  You let him\ngo, an' he'll show you de tree a' right enough.'\n\n\"`Yes, I will,' ses Seeunkie, as sa'cy as a new ticky.\n\n\"`Right den,' ses de ole daddy.  `I's yust a-goin' round de koppie now,\nan' as soon as I'm back you'll ha' to show me dis sweet gum tree, or\nelse I'll knock some gum out o' you.'\n\n\"So off goes Oom Ratel round de koppie, an' den young Seeunkie looks at\nhis mammy, an' his mammy looks at him.  `What'll you do now, Seeunkie?'\nses she.\n\n\"`Go an' show him de tree,' ses Seeunkie.  `You lend me anoder knife\nnow, an' you'll see.'\n\n\"Well, she lend him dis knife, an' off he pops an' down to de spruit.\nDere he pick out a nice young t'orn tree standin' by itself, one dat\nhain't got many gum cracks on it, an' he set to work like billy-o to\nscrape off every bit o' dat gum an' leave de spots bare.  An' when he\ncouldn't see not de glisten o' one speck left, den he goes back home an'\nwaits for de ole daddy.\n\n\"Well, an' here comes in Oom Ratel.  `Ready to show me dat tree now?'\nses he.\n\n\"`I is,' ses Seeunkie.  `Come dis way an' I'll show you.'\n\n\"So off dey pops an' comes to de tree.  `Dat's de tree, daddy,' ses\nSeeunkie.  `See how clean I scraped it till dere ain't none left, it was\ndat good.'\n\n\"Oom Ratel he look at de tree an' he see de bare spots, an' he try to\nscrape de cracks wid his nails to taste it.  But young Seeunkie's\nscraped too clean for dat, an' so de ole daddy has to turn round an'\nlook at him.  `An' when's dis tree goin' to ha' some more honey on it?'\nses he.\n\n\"`Well, it's of a mawnin' de honey's out,' ses Seeunkie.  `Dere has to\nbe de sun on it all day, an' den at night de stuff runs.  To-morro'\nmawnin's de time den.'\n\n\"`A' right,' ses ole daddy.  `To-morro' mawnin' you leave dis tree alone\ntill I comes.  Don't you dah to touch it 'fore I sees it.  Den we'll\nsee,' ses he.\n\n\"Well, p'r'aps you tink dat 'ud set young Seeunkie to studyin' hard.\nBut not him; he yust stalks back wid his ole daddy, hands in pockets an'\nmouf in a whistle, like a location Kaffir wid new yalla boots on.  It\nain't no sort o' trouble to him to plan skellum; it yust come nat'ral to\nhim.\n\n\"When dey gets home young Seeunkie grins at his mammy, but Oom Ratel he\ngoes out agen on business.  An dis time he takes de honey sack wid him,\nfor he's got a plan an' he's yust a-startin' to work it.  But he hain't\ngot nawtin sure yet to say to his missis one way or anoder as he goes\nout.  She has.  She ses it too.  `Didn't I tole you!' ses she.\n\n\"Next mawnin' Oom Ratel gets all his goin's out done 'fore breakfas', so\nas he'll be ready for dis honey tree first ting ahter it.  But young\nSeeunkie he goes out too on his own account, on'y he first cuts anoder\nchunk o' honey out of his ole daddy's goatskin under de bed, an' takes\ndat wid him, an' as soon as he gets to de young mimosa he scrapes de gum\nspots clean agen an' daubs 'em all fresh wid honey.  Den he sneaks home\nan' smiles to hisse'f all troo breakfas' time.\n\n\"Well, ahter breakfas' Oom Ratel he ses.  `Come on,' an' de young\nSeeunkie he ses, `A' right,' an' off dey pops down to de honey-gum tree.\nSure enough, dere's de honey an' dere's de ole daddy a-tastin' it an'\na-sayin' what mighty good stuff it is.\n\n\"`Well,' ses de young fella, `I tole you all de time, but you wouldn't\nb'lieve me.  An' now what?' ses he.\n\n\"`Oh, now everytin's all right,' ses de ole daddy grinnin'.  `An' here\nyou is, Seeunkie, I's brought dis,' ses he, pullin' out a big new\ngoatskin sack.  `You scrape off all dat honey-gum now onto a big leaf\nfor your ole daddy to eat an' den you can stop here wid dis sack an'\nkeep on scrapin' every mawnin' till you gets it full.'\n\n\"`Oh, but,' ses young Seeunkie, `it'll take so long to fill dat!'\n\n\"`Oh, dat's all right,' ses his ole daddy, all a-smilin'.  `In de\ndaytime you can dig yourse'f a little house, an' your sister Wilhelmina\ncan bring you some scoff every mawnin', an' you'll yust have a fine ole\ntime wid no ole daddy to boss you.'\n\n\"Well, wasn't young Seeunkie s'prise, an' didn't he sniff an' he snivel.\nBut it ain't no use, he ha' to stop.  An' when it come ahternoon too,\nan' he go up home an' he howl an he prowl, it still ain't no manner o'\nuse eeder, for de ole man just pops out ahter him an' shambok him away\nagen.\n\n\"`Now, what's all dat for?' scream ole Missis Ratel.  `Didn't he show\nyou de tree, an hain't you eat de sweet gum yourse'f?'\n\n\"`I did,' ses ole Ratel.  `Dat's yust it.  If I hadn't a-eat it I\nmightn't a-know'd.  But I put rock aloes yuice on de honey dat was in de\nbag under de bed last night, an' dis sweet gum f'm de t'orn tree was\nyust a-stingin' wid aloes yuice dis mawnin'.  If young Seeunkie's smart\nenough to steal his daddy's honey, an' try to fool him, den he's big\nenough an' smart enough to look out for hisse'f f'm now on.  Dere's lots\no' country out o' doors for him to dig in.'\n\n\"Well, ole Missis Ratel she rage an' she ramp, but it ain't no manner o'\nuse.  De ole man stick to what he say, an' young Seeunkie hatto go, all\n'cause he couldn't leave any honey alone, not even his ole daddy's.\n\n\"So,\" concluded the old Hottentot, \"now you knows why de Ratel is yust\nso dead gone on honey--it's in de blood, an' you cahnt get dat out\nnohow.  An' ahter dat, don't you Kleinkies ever go stealin' your ole\ndaddy's honey, else you'll be gettin' de same way.\"  With which\ndebatable threat Old Hendrik resumed his course to the mealie lands\nbeyond.","title":"Old Hendrik's Tales","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":42074}