' Wolf he drives de pigses down to de spruit, an' dar's Ou'
Jackalse a-waitin' him. `What we gotto do nex'?' ses he.

"Ou' Jackalse he stop chewin' on de piece o' sugar cane an' he laugh
right out. `I'll show you,' ses he. `Now we'll yust drive de pigs into
de donga here, an' we'll ketch 'em an' cut off all deir tailses; every
last one o' dem.'

"Well, dey done it, an' mighty hard work on sich a hot day too; an' Ou'
Wolf notice every now an' agen dat he's doin' most o' de work an' Ou'
Jackalse doin' mighty little but de bossin'. But he don't say nawtin'
yet, 'cause he feel he'll yust hatto get cured. `An' what do we do wid
dese yere tails now?' ses he when dey finis'.

"`See dat mud hole?' ses Ou' Jackalse. `Well, you stick de tails all
about in de mud, wid deir little curls a-curlin' in de air. Do dat
now.'

"Ou' Wolf he done it. `An' what's de nex' ting?' ses he.

"`Well, de nex' ting is one ting, but dere's anoder ting afore dat,' ses
Ou' Jackalse. `De nex' ting is for you to go an' tell de man dat de
_wilde-honde_ come an' chase de pigs till dey run 'em plunk-clunk right
into de mud hole, an' dar dey all is, head down an' dead down, smodered,
wid on'y deir little curly tailses a-stickin' out. Dat's de nex' ting,
but de ting afore dat is dis way. De man he'll say--"Why didn' you pull
'em out?" An' you'll say you tried to an' come mighty near bein' smoder
yourse'f. Den he'll say--"Where's de mud on you?" An'--well, dere you
is, where is dat mud?' ses Ou' Jackalse, an' he look mighty business
like.

"`Den I hatto daub myself wid mud?' ses Ou' Wolf, like he's tinkin'
weder he will or not.

"`Daub yourse'f?' ses Ou' Jackalse. `Daub ain't no sort o' word for it.
You's fair got to roll in it, an' squirm in it, till you look like you
come so near bein' smodered dat dere wahnt no fun in it at all. But
I'll he'p you,' ses he. `Here you is now, an' over you goes,' an' 'fore
Ou' Wolf knows what's a-happenin', Ou' Jackalse lands in his ribses,
biff! head first an' wollop he go, smack into de mud.

"Wid Ou' Wolf bein' tuk so s'prise' like dat he had his mouf open an'
shoutin' when he hit de mud, an' his years an' his eyes open, an' he
squash 'em all so full o' mud, inside an' out, dat he tink he surely is
a goner. An' Ou' Jackalse he yust lie down on de bank an' flop wid
laughin', an' he feel dat good he 'gin to lam more mud at Ou' Wolf where
he's a-diggin' hisse'f out.

"Den Ou' Wolf, gets out at las