'f, an' all de time he bargain to do dat fo'
me. Ne'er mind dough; now I's here I met as well take it anyhow. But
I'll have a few remarks wid Ou' Wolf when I sees him agen.'

"Missis Wolf she look at Ou' Jackalse, an' Ou' Jackalse he smile as if
it's all right an' quite nice dere in de sun. Den Missis Wolf she look
at darie paper an' she shake her head yust once. `Yes,' ses she, `I
s'pose you will ha' to take it if you bargained for it atween you, but--
you le' me have darie paper an' den I's'll have a few remarks too wid
Ou' Wolf when I see him agen,' an' she look at Ou' Jackalse as if dat
was gun' to be a bit of all right.

"Ou' Jackalse he han' over darie piece o' paper as polite as sugar cane,
an' he take over de hin'quarters of Eland wid a look on his face like
dat meat was a hoe on a hot day. An' he grunt an' he grumble all de way
he go till he's out o' sight an' hearin'.

"Den,--well, if you wantto know yust what sort o' good ole time he had
over darie breakfas', you should ha' seen him comin' out in de sun agen
ahter it, his hair all shinin' wid fat an' his tail a-hangin' down
straight 'cause he's too full to cock it.

"Well, ahter all, he's got to be gittin' away an' seein' to King Lion
pretty quick if he ain't a-goin' to get into moh trouble dan he can comb
out of his hair in a twel'-mont', but he do feel so good an' comfy all
inside him dat he ain't in any _baiya_ hurry even yet. `I s'pose I
better take a book wid me,' ses he to hisse'f. `Wife,' ses he over his
shoulder, back t'rough de do', `gi' me some sort o' book; any sort:
darie ole almanac Ainkye was a-screevin' picters in'll do me yust a
treat. Ou' King Lion he ain't a-gun' to look inside it.'

"So he gets dis almanac an' off he sets, an' if he don't skip and flick
dis time, it's only because his wais'coat's too tight. But he pick 'is
teef wid a long stem o' grass, an' he biff his hat back over one year,
an' one time he's a-winkin' to hisse'f an' t'oder time he wave one arm
an' sing `De Kimberleysa trainsa,' like a location Kaffir wid two
tickies in his pocket.

"Well, by'n'by he come to de place, an' he hear King Lion a-roarin' fit
to shake de wind, till yust at first Ou' Jackalse he miss a step or two,
tinkin' what nex'. Den he tink again, an' it wahnt a minute till he
wink at hisse'f, an' he touch up darie ol' almanac under his arm to make
it look like it's mighty important. Den he set his hat on mighty
straight an' pull down his co