gise fo' me,' ses he, an' he yust lit into dat row
like he wants to get de baas to let him opset wid his daughter.

"Den it come along to noon, an' de farmer he come out to see what about
de hoein'. Ou' Jackalse he pop up out o' de long grass an' meet him.
`I was yust a-comin' fo' de scoff,' ses he.

"`Scoff fo' dat much?' ses de farmer; `an' two o' you too!' ses he.

"`Well,' ses Ou' Jackalse, `we's a bit gone in fo' want o' scoff, dese
last days since de rinderpest, so p'r'aps we ain't a-quite got into de
stroke yet. But if we has a good dinner to-day, why den to-morro'--
well, to-morro',' ses he, an' he t'row out his ban's like to-morro'
dey'll yust scoff darie hoein'!

"`Well, we'll see,' ses de farmer. `You can come along now an' get de
scoff,' an' so dey goes.

"Well, dis yere scoff turn out to be all bisceyt, Boer bisceyt, an' de
baas he give Ou' Jackalse enough fo' bofe o' dem, an' Ou' Jackalse he
start back.

"Now on de way he see a bushy little bush, an' he t'row one bisceyt in
dere to hide it. An' on de way he seen anoder little bush, an' he t'row
anoder bisceyt into dat bush too, an' he do like a-dat till he ha'n't
on'y one bisceyt left. An' den he up an' show Ou' Wolf dat _leetle_ one
bisceyt. `Dat's all de man had,' ses he. `One f'r hisse'f, one f'r his
wife an' childer, an' one f'r us. But he's a-gun' to have mo'
to-morro', he ses.'

"`I reckon he yust is,' ses Ou' Wolf, letting de hoe drop like he never
had hold of it yet. `If he's a-gun' to get any more o' dis yere lan's
hoed den he yust is. How's I a-gun' to hoe to'acco on half a bisceyt?'
ses he. `An' dis is de sort o' yob you was so sa'cy dat you'd got it to
keep us f'm starvin', is it?' ses he. `A whole one half o' one
bisceyt!' snorts he, 's if he wants to see some'dy yust step on his
shadda, dat's all.

"`Well, half o' one bisceyt--dat's a deal better'n de whole o' one day
widout no scoff at all,' sniffs Ou' Jackalse, mighty insulted. `But
den, never mind. _I is a_ bit stronger'n you, anyhow; so you yust eat
my half o' dat bisceyt as well's your own, an' I'll slip back an' eat
some o' de corn I seen dropped by de barn. Dere's two-t'ree grains dere
yet if de birds ain't pick 'em up 'fore dis,' an' off he flops, lookin'
yust as full o' pious as a location predicant [Parson] when he's got a
good collection on a Sunday.

"Ou' Wolf he feel a mighty sneak to let Ou' Jackalse lose his half de
bisceyt like dat, but he don't can h