s agen. An' when I shouts out for you to stop her a-squallin', den
you answer up on you' top note an' say--"It's all you' own fault. You
would bring you' baby up on nawtin' but wolf meat, an' now you shouts
'cause it cry fo' mo'." You hear me now, don't you forget,' ses Ou'
Jackalse.

"`Dat's all right,' ses his ole missis.

"Well, along come Ou' Wolf an' his commando--one Baviyaan--an' Ou' Wolf
he say, `What's dat flashin' like lightnin' in Ou' Jackalse han'?
Hyere; I don't know what's a-gun' to happen,' ses he, an' he ain't a
comin' on so fast as he has bin.

"But Ou' Baviyaan he answer pretty scornful like, `Dat's yust a axe he's
a-choppin' out yokeskeys wid. You ain't a-gun' to turn afeard, huh?'

"`Who's afeard?' ses Ou' Wolf, in yust such a bi-ig voice. `But it do
look like a terr'ble sharp axe,' ses he. `Why don't he use a rusty ole,
gappy ole axe, like anyb'dy else a-choppin' out yokeskeys, I wantto
know?' An' Ou' Wolf he 'gun a-movin' slower an' slower. `I tink dat's
mo'en yust a axe,' ses he.

"`No backin' out now,' ses Ou' Baviyaan, kind o' rough.

"`Ain't my tail tied fast enough?' savages Ou' Wolf. `Di'n't you tie it
yourse'f?' ses he, trying to stop still an' argue de point.

"Ou' Baviyaan he give a yank. `Come on now,' ses he.

"`Ain't I?' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he come yust half a step--to easy de pull
on his tail. An' while dey start to quar'lin', Ou' Jackalse he stop
choppin' an' he lift up, an' right den his Ou' Missis she pincht Ainkye
so she fair opens out a-bawlin' till her eyes shut tight. You could
hear it a mile off.

"Den Ou' Jackalse he shout out, `If you don't stop dat Ainkye
a-squallin' like dat den I'll come inside dere, an' she'll get somet'in'
to squall for,' ses he.

"`It's all you' own fault,' screams Ou' Missis (an' don't she yust like
to say it! It makes her feel good an' good to talk back to her Ou' Baas
once, i'stead of on'y tinkin' back). `You goes an' brings up you' chile
on nawtin' but wolf meat, an' den you 'gins to shout when she's yust so
hungry fo' mo' dat she cahnt hold quiet.'

"`Dat's all right,' ses Ou' Jackalse, (`an' don' you get too high, Ou'
Missis,' he puts in on de quiet, 'cause he hears what's in her mind).
`I send Ou' Baviyaan out t'ree days back to bring some wolf meat, an'
here he comes now wid yust an ole scrag of a one. It look a bit flyblow
a'ready, but it'll do better'n nawtin' I s'pose,' ses he, an' he pick up
his axe, an' he gin it a