t, an' he stand an' try to scrape de mud
outen his eyes till he can look at Ou' Jackalse. But Ou' Jackalse he
look at him like it was a hawse he was a-buyin'. `Dat's about it,' ses
he. `You's yust about right now. De man'll see right off dat you done
all you could to save dem pigs, an' he'll gi'e you sometin' for it.
You's about de mise'blest looking ting in de veldt yust now, but you's
about de usefullest chummy ever was.'

"`Oh, I is, is I?' ses Ou' Wolf, an' he don't know weder he's a-gun' to
fight or on'y use some words. But de mud in his tummy make him feel dat
sick he don't do one nor toder. He on'y ses--`An' what's you goin' to
do all dis time?'

"`Oh, while you's gone I takes de pigses an' I lights out for de kraal
at you' house. Den when you comes an' finds me dere well have meat; all
de meat we want. An' dat's what'll cure you; you tink o' dat now,' ses
he.

"Ou' Wolf he tunk. `Well, a'right dis time,' ses he, an' off he snake
hisse'f, for he was dat t'ick an heavy wid de mud he cahnt trot at all.

"Well, he comes to de man, an' he tell him how de pigs is smodered, an'
de man comes back wid him to have a look. He looks at de mud hole, an'
at all de little curly tails a-stickin' up, an' den he look at Ou' Wolf.
`You's sure de pigs is smoder' in dere?' ses he.

"`Dere's deir little curly tails a-stickin' out,' ses Ou' Wolf. `Dey's
all down under dere, head firs'.'

"`Well,' ses de man, `dat's mighty funny now; 'cause yestiday I rode
troo dat mud hole an' it wahnt knee deep.' An' den he make a grab for a
tail, an' dar it is in his han', clean cut off.

"Ou' Wolf he tink it's about time to be slantin' out o' dat, but he
ha'n't made de second stride afore de man had him. `Deir little curly
tails is a-stickin' out, is dey?' ses he, an bash he biffs him in de
ribses. `De _wilde-honde_ chase 'em into de mud, did dey?' an' he yust
mash de wind outen him. `Dey's smoder', is dey?' ses he, an' he grabs
Ou' Wolf up in de air an' lam him down on de ground, an' den he fair
wipe up de scenery wid him. Den he left what was left an' went off back
to de house.

"Well, ahter a while Ou' Wolf he scrape up what dere is of him, an' he
slant out for home, mighty slow an' mighty sorry, on'y he tink, well,
he's a-gun' to get dat meat now to cure hisse'f wid, as soon as he gets
to de kraal an' de pigs.

"But he gets to de kraal an' he don't get to de pigs, 'cause de pigs
ain't dere, an' dere ain't no sign of O