saved it all up so he can tink it all over every time
he see Ou' Wolf agen. It'll last him longer dat way."

"So then he went home an' put poultices on his tail, I suppose,"
suggested Annie, impatient for every detail of the tale that must lie in
the curing of that tail.

"Well, I dunno about no poultices on no tails," returned Hendrik; "but a
day or two ahter dat, Ou' Jackalse was a-slinkin' an' a-slopin' along de
koppies, an' yust as he come under a mispyl tree an' tink he's gun' to
have a rest an' a look round, he gets a smack in de ribses wid one
stone, biff! an' anoder smack on de roots o' de tail wid anoder, bash!
An', kleinkies, you should yust a-seen him streak it out o' range o' dat
ole mispyl tree.

"Den he stop an' he look back, an' dar he see Leelikie Baviyaan, Ou'
Baviyaan's younges' son, a-showin' his head an' shoul'ers out o' de
leaves o' de mispyl, an' a-yarkin' an' a-barkin' at him. `Mighty smart
you tinks you is, don't you?' snarls Leelikie. `But I'll teach you to
try tricks on de baviyaans,' ses he.

"When Ou' Jackalse see it's dat young squirt, he gets dat mad he feel
like bitin' a chunk out o' de biggest stone he can reach. But he knows
he ain't a-gun' to get even wid young Leelikie, 'less'n he sof' soap him
down. So he yust grins like he is mighty astonish', an' rubs his ribses
like dey's sore as billy-o. `Well,' ses he, `what tricks is I ever
played on you?'

"`None,' ses Leelikie; `you bet you didn't I's too smart for no sich a
fathead as you to play tricks on me. But you played one on my ole
daddy, an' I dropped in for it a lot worse troo him.'

"`How's dat?' ax Ou' Jackalse, yust a-squirmin' like he cahnt keep still
for his ribs a-hurtin him.

"`Why, you rakes Ou' Wolf till he cahnt stand no more o' you, an' den he
gets my daddy to he'p him. An' my ole daddy comes back wid his tail dat
busted dat he cahnt on'y yust sit an' nurse it an' growl. An' when he
feel bad he alwiz wants gum, an' he send me an' my broder up de trees to
get it. Den if I eats a bit myse'f, de ole daddy he shambok me till I
has to fair yell enough to make him tink he's killin' me 'fore he'll
stop. Dat's how.'

"`So all's de matter wid you is you has to give up de gum dat you picks,
is it?' ses Ou' Jackalse.

"`Dat's it, an' de shambokkin's for eatin' de leetle teenty bits I puts
in my mouf,' ses Leelikie.

"`Well, you is a nice 'un,' ses Ou' Jackalse, a-sneerin' like. `Why, if
dat was me, I'd eat a