watch him go, an' he ses to hisse'f ses he:
`Now dat's big ole luck fo' me. If he ha'n't a come along like dat I
don' know but I'd a had to go an' ketch somet'in' myse'f, I'm dat
'ongry. But now it'll be all right when he come back wid some sort o'
buck.'

"Den he turn his head to de doh. `_Frowickie_,' ses he to his missis
inside, soft an' chucklin', `tell Ainkye to stop dat squallin' an'
bawlin'. Ou' Wolf's gone huntin', an' yust as sure as he come back
we'll have all de breakfas' we want. Tell 'er if she don't stop anyhow
I'll come inside to her.'

"Missis Jackalse she frown at Ainkye. `You hear dat now,' ses she, `an'
you better be quiet now 'less you want to have you' daddy come in to
you.' An' Ainkye she say, `Well, will you le' me play wid your tail
den?' An' her mammy she say, `All right,' an' dey 'gun a-laughin' an'
a-goin' on in whispers. But Ou' Jackalse he yust sit an' keep on bakin'
hisse'f in de sun by de wall.

"By'n'by here comes Ou' Wolf back agen, an' a big fat Eland on his back,
an' de sweat yust a-drippin' off him. An' when he comes past de house
he look up an' dere he see Ou' Jackalse yust a-settin' an' a-bakin', an'
a-makin' slow marks in de dust wid his toes now an' agen, an' lookin'
might comfy. An' Ou' Wolf he feel darie big fat Eland more bigger an
heavier dan ever on his back, an he feel dat savage at Ou' Jackalse dat
he had to look toder way, for fear he'd let out all his bad words
_Kerblob_ in one big splosh on darie Ou' Jackalse head. But Ou'
Jackalse he say nawt'in'; he yust sit an' bake. But he tink inside
hisse'f, an' his eye kind o' 'gun to shine behind in his head as he
watch darie meat go past an' go on, an' he feel his mouf run all water.

"But he ha'n't watched dat breakfas' out o' sight, an' he ha'n't quite
settle hisse'f yust how he's goin' to get his share, when up hops Klein
Hahsie--what you call Little Hare.

"`Mawnin', Klein Hahsie,' ses Ou' Jackalse, but yust so high an'
mighty's he know how, 'cause little Hahsie he's de runner for Big Baas
King Lion, an Ou' Jackalse he tink he'll show him dat oder folks ain't
no chicken feed, too.

"`Mawnin', Ou' Jackalse,' ses Little Hahsie, kind o' considerin' him
slow out of his big shiny eyes. Den he make a grab at one of his own
long years as if it tickle him, an' when he turn his face to look at de
tip o' darie year he sorto' wunk at it, kind o' slow and solemn. `Darie
ou' year o' mine!' ses he to Ou' Jackalse.