' does you mean to say I didn't hear you a-shoutin' de farmer dat I
was in de kraal?' growl' Ou' Wolf.

"Ou' Jackalse make like dey'll be tellin' him dem ain't his own years
nex'. `Look-a'-me, Ou' Wolf,' ses he. `Dis yere's mighty funny.
Some'dy must ha' shouted some'dy's in de kraal, else how come de man out
an' bash me like I is. Who could ha' done it if it wasn't you? 'nless,
'nless--by jimminy!' ses he, `'nless'n it's darie Ou' Baviyaan! I seen
him chained up dere by de house, an' he look mighty sour at me 'cause
I's loose. But I didn't tink he'd a done it on us--did you now?'

"Well, Ou' Wolf he 'gun to go back in his mind on all de tings what Ou'
Baviyaan's done in time past, an' he 'gin to tink he ain't so su'e but
what it's yust de sort o' ting Ou' Baviyaan would do if he got de off
chance. `If I'd on'y a-seen darie Ou' Baviyaan,' ses he, `I bet I'd
a-done sometin'.'

"`Yes. But now dere's de gettin' home,' ses Ou' Jackalse. `You's a'
right, you can travel; but me--I don't know what I's a-gun' to do, as
bad as I is.'

"Ou' Wolf he tink it over. He's yust about so bad hisse'f he couldn't
feel no badder. But Ou' Jackalse had let him in to a share o' dat big
ole feed, an' he's had dat feed anyhow. He ain't a-gun' to leave no ole
chummie like dat. `Well,' ses he, `I's pretty rocky myse'f, but if you
manage to get onto my back, I tink I'll get you home some ways.'

"`You looks mighty bad,' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he screw his face up like
he wantto groan, but dat's to hide de chuckle. `An' yet I'll hatto get
carried somehow!'

"`Up you come den, an' say no more about it,' ses Ou' Wolf.

"Well, dey got him up on his back ahter a terr'ble struggle, an' Ou'
Wolf he stuck to it an' 'gin to knock off de len'ths to'ards home. But
Ou' Jackalse he's yust dat tickle wid hisse'f he cahnt keep it in, he
ha' to sing it out:--

"Dis de funniest ever you foun',
For de sick he carry de soun'--
Work's on'y a fool to a trick,
For de soun' he ride de sick.

"`What's dat?' ses Ou' Wolf, stoppin' like he's ready to t'row him down.

"`Oh,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `I only sing sometin':'

"`It's good when de one dat's soun'
Don't mind to carry de sick.'

"`A' right,' ses Ou' Wolf. `But I t'ought it soun' like sometin' else.'
Den he go on agen.

"Well, he go on an' on, carryin' Ou' Jackalse, till dey comes nigh home,
an' Ou' Jackalse he cahnt hold in no longer for fear de laugh in his
inside'll bu'st hi