s
do, it's a-gun' to be sometin' skellum. O' course, he hatto do sometin'
to eat, now de game's all dead o' de rinderpest, an' he hatto do it
quick an' lively too. So he go raungin' round, an' he trot dis way an'
he trot dat way, an' de on'y chance he can see at all is at a farm where
dere's some pigs.

"Dese yere pigs was all de time a-sneakin' into de lands, an' a-rootin'
up de crops, an' de farmer he'd chase 'em out wid a long ox-whip till he
nearly bu'st, an' den he'd stand an' mop his face an' swear what he's
a-gun' to do wid dem pigs if he don't get some'dy to look ahter 'em
soon. O' course, if Ou' Jackalse had a-bin Ou' Wolf he'd a-gone right
up an' ax for de yob hisse'f, straight out, an' de ting 'ud be done an'
no more about it. But he wahnt: he was yust Ou' Jackalse, an' he done
Jackalse--he plan'.

"De nex' time de man chase de pigs, Ou' Jackalse wait till dey gets into
a leetle grass-pan, an' den he try to drive 'em off furder. But de man
he'd seen him a-stalkin', an' he run along wid his whip an' fetch a cut
so near his tail dat Ou' Jackalse near yump out troo his eyeholes, an'
he fair light out f'm dere into some sugar cane an' hide.

"Well, dar he sit an' dar he tink an' study till he's added it all up,
an' den he ses it out in once. `I'll hatto get Ou' Wolf here,' ses he,
breakin' off a piece o' sugar cane an' bitin' on it. `I reckon dat's
what I'll hatto do; den I'll get dem pigs a' right.'

"Well, off he go, an' he come to de river side an' shout for Ou' Wolf.
By'n'by Ou' Wolf come an' stand on de oder bank, and Ou' Jackalse make
like he yust is s'prise' to see de look on him. `Why, what's de matter
wid you?' ses he. `You does look mighty bad.'

"`I don't,' ses Ou' Wolf out straight. `I feel yust dat good an' fat I
wish dere was buck to hunt, even if I didn't ketch none.'

"`Don't you b'lieve it,' ses Ou' Jackalse, mighty concerned. `You yust
looks good'n' bad. You take an' look at you' eyes; dey're all red an'
yalla, like you's in a terr'ble state. An' look at de skin under your
yaws, an den at de hair on de top o' you' head, an' you'll see straight
off how bad you is.'

"Well, Ou' Jackalse speak dat se'ious dat Ou' Wolf try to look where Ou'
Jackalse tell him. But he didn' had no lookin'-glass, an' he try to
look widout one. An' he look dat cross-eyed, tryin' to see wid his one
eye into his toder eye, dat he fair loose all de skin along bofe sides
his ribses an' stiffen his tai