ach you weder
it's mine or not!'

"`Now you look-a'-me, Oom Wolf,' ses Ou' Jackalse, his eyes a-twinklin'
fresh as he swipe down de last meat off'n de first rib. `I'll tell you
what I'll do; I'll divide wid yeh--dat's fair enough. So here you is
for your share,' an' he lams de clean bone at Ou' Wolf an' catches him a
hummer on de jaw.

"Ou' Wolf he fair lets out at dat; big words; words what make you' years
stand on end. An' all de time Ou' Jackalse keep on a-dippin' an'
a-spearin' in de pot, an' a-tellin' Ou' Wolf what a clinkin' fine piece
o' meat he's pullin' out, an' how nice it taste, an' how he hope Ou'
Wolf 'll fin' his dinner yust as nice when de time come--`'Cause you
said yust now you has your dinner in a pot som'eres round here, didn'
yeh?' ses he, an' he lams him wid anoder bone, biff!

"Den de last meat was eat an' de last bone t'rown, an' Ou' Jackalse he
come wid a long reed an' he gun' to tickle Ou' Wolf on de end of his
nose where he's a-hangin'. But Ou' Wolf he's in dat rage he yust snap
an' yap at darie reed till all de frame o' de house begin to shake, an'
Ou' Jackalse he tink it's about time to get f'm under. An' dere ain't
no more to stop for anyhow--he might as well keep on a-movin'. So he
did.

"Well, Ou' Wolf he's yust dat mad he won't shout Ou' Jackalse back to
let him down an' dey'll say no more about it. Not him; he'll yust hang
an' rattle an' see him blowed first. But young Missus Wolf--well, you
'members dey wahnt married yet till de house 'ud be finis', an' I s'pose
somehow she couldn't he'p herse'f, but she yust hatto sa'nter past in de
trees, an' sort o' peep an' see how de house is a-gettin' on. An' dere
she seen Ou' Wolf a-hangin', head down, an' black in de face.

"Sich a scrick she got, an' sich a scream she let out! an' in about two
ticks she was inside darie house frame to hold him up. She cahnt reach
his head de fust time, but de second time she yump so high she ketch him
by de years, an' dere she is, a-hangin' down f'm him--to hold him up!
An' Ou' Wolf he's dat much gone on her he don't like to say nawtin'
about it--but he feel his tail like comin' out by de roots.

"At last ses he--`You'd better go up on de roof an' make loose my tail.
I'll p'r'aps get down quicker dat way,' ses he.

"As soon as she hear him speak--`Oh, he ain't dead yet, he's alive yet,'
ses she. An' she's yust dat glad she fair hangs an' swings agen, till
Ou' Wolf hatto say sometin'. `But my