u' Jackalse needer. `Dat's
funny,' ses he. Den he sit down to wait, an' he wait till it drop dark,
an' still dere ain't no Jackalse an' no pigses. `If he don't come 'fore
long,' ses Ou' Wolf, an he grines his teef.

"But long or short Ou' Jackalse didn't come--dat night nor de next
mawnin'. An' what's mo'," ended Old Hendrik, "he ain't never come dere
yet. But f'm dat day to dis he's al'ays had plenty lard in his house to
keep his nose well greased. I don't say how he has it, but he has it--
dat's all."

CHAPTER FIVE.

WHEN OU' WOLF BUILT HIS HOUSE.

It was a day or two afterwards before the children caught Old Hendrik in
the mood again. But sweet dumplings to dinner, with cinnamon sauce, had
mellowed him this day, and they were quick to see it.

"But how did Ou' Wolf an' Ou' Jackalse first fall out, Ou' Ta'?"
demanded the eldest boy.

"Dere never was no first fall out," answered the old Hottentot with a
sly grin, shifting his seat under the old mimosa to get the best of its
shade before beginning. "Dere didn't need to be no first: it yust come
natural. Ou' jackalse yust couldn't he'p hisse'f. Dar was Ou' Wolf;
all de time so quiet, an' all de time a-workin' an' a-doin' sometin' for
hisse'f. An' den dere was Ou' Jackalse; all de time so slim, an' all de
time never a-workin' nor a-doin' anytin' 'cept to get out o' workin' an'
doin' sometin' for hisse'f. Ou' Wolf he'd go a-huntin' for what he _had
to_ get; an' Ou' Jackalse he'd sit an' bake in de sun an' plan skellum
for what he _want_ to get. Natchally dey was al'ays fall out f'm de
beginnin': dere wahnt no oder way to it.

"Look now, dat time when Ou' Wolf build his house--look what happen den.
Dar was Ou' Wolf all jump-an'-ginger to get Missus Wolf married to him.
But he cahnt get married till he build his house to put her in. So
dere he was a-workin' away at darie house, yust so set to finis' it
'fore de time's up dat he don't har'ly gi'e hisse'f time to hunt enough
to eat. He don't take but mighty little to breakfas', an' ahter
breakfas' he yust slap de rest o' de meat an' de bones into de pot to be
cookin', ready agen dinner-time, while he's a-workin' away like crazy.

"Well, he gets to t'atchin' away, an' along comes Ou' Jackalse, an' he
smell darie stew in de pot, an' 'fore you can wink he's on to it an'
a-holdin' up dat lid. `Allah man!' ses he, `dat do smell good.'

"Ou' Wolf up on de roof-poles hears darie lid a-liftin', an' he loo