side de road but Ou' Jackalse, a-sittin' an'
a-polishin' off de last piece o' biltong outen a bag; nice, fat,
buck-biltong.
"`Now I's got him! See me if I don't do sometin' now,' ses Ou' Wolf,
an' he sits him down for a minute to see what's de best way to do it.
"But Ou' Jackalse had seen him long ago a'ready, an' he don't hatto sit
down an' study how he's goin' to do. He knows it an' he does it. He
don't wait to be yumped. He yust gets straight up and skips over to Ou'
Wolf, like as if he ain't seen him for he don't know how long, an' he
never was so glad. `Here you is,' ses he `Yust de very one an' yust in
time. Here, taste dat,' ses he an' he offers him de last little piece
o' de biltong. `I owes you a good breakfas', an' now I's a-gun' to pay
you half a dozen for it.'
"Ou' Wolf he don't know. He's mighty s'picious of Ou' Jackalse any time
you like, an' worse when he's a-offerin' good turns. He draws back a
bit. But dat biltong it look so red an' sweet in de middle, where it's
cut across, an' Ou' Jackalse is a-lickin' his lips wid such a smacks,
dat Ou' Wolf he take dat little piece an' he wolf it down.
"Dat piece taste yust so good he cahnt he'p it--he's gotto ha' some
more. `Where's dere more o' dat?' ses he. `Tell me quick till I gets
at it.'
"Ou' Jackalse smile. `Well,' ses he, `I've a-eat dat much dat I cahnt
run fast enough myse'f. If I hadn't a-done I'd a-gone wid you. But it
don't matter anyhow--it's yust too easy for troublin' about.'
"`Ne'er min' dat. Where's it?' ses Ou' Wolf, short an' sharp.
"`On de road dere,' ses Ou' Jackalse. `On dat road you sees de spoor of
a waggon dat's went along not so long since. All you has to do is to
run a bit wide an' get ahead o' dat waggon. Den you lie down in de road
an' make like you's dead--too dead for skinnin' in a hurry. De
waggon'll come along an' de baas he'll see you, an' he'll say--"Hello!
here's a dead wolf. His skin'll make a fine mat for my wife. I'll take
him home an' skin him."
"`Den he'll pick you up an chuck you on de waggon, an' dere's where all
de biltong is--sacks an' sacks of it. All you has to do is to wait a
bit till de man ain't a-lookin', an' den, flip!--you drops a sack o' de
nicest biltong out an' slips off ahter it you'se'f. I on'y wish I had
room for mo',' ses he, an' he rubs his tummy like he's fair a-longin'.
"Ou' Wolf he look at Ou' Jackalse an' he tink what he was intendin' o'
doin'. But de taste
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