Part 4

"But Neef Haasje did not care. He danced away on his behind legs, and laughed and laughed to think how he had cheated Men.

"Then he returned again to the Moon, and she asked: 'What have you said to Men?'

"'O, Lady Moon, I have given them your message: "Like as I die and, dying, perish, so also shall you die and come wholly to an end," and they are all stiff with fright. Ha! ha! ha!' Haasje laughed at the thought of it.

"'What! cried the Lady Moon, 'what! did you tell them that? Child of the devil's donkey! [7] you must be punished.'

"Ach, but the Lady Moon was very angry. She took a big stick, a kierie--much bigger than the one Outa used to kill lions with when he was young--and if she could have hit him, then"--Outa shook his head hopelessly--"there would have been no more Little Hare: his head would have been cracked right through. But he is a slim kerel. When he saw the big stick coming near, one, two, three, he ducked and slipped away, and it caught him only on the nose.

"Foei! but it was sore! Neef Haasje forgot that the Moon was a Lady. He yelled and screamed; he jumped high into the air; he jumped with all his four feet at once; and--scratch, scratch, scratch, he was kicking, and hitting and clawing the Moon's face till the pieces flew.

"Then he felt better and ran away as hard as he could, holding his broken nose with both hands.

"And that is why to-day he goes about with a split nose, and the golden face of the Lady Moon has long dark scars.

"Yes, baasjes, fighting is a miserable thing. It does not end when the fight is over. Afterwards there is a sore place--ach, for so long!--and even when it is well, the ugly marks remain to show what has happened. The best, my little masters, is not to fight at all."

IX.

HOW THE JACKAL GOT HIS STRIPE.

"The Sun was a strange little child," said Outa. "He never had any Pap-pa or Mam-ma. No one knew where he came from. He was just found by the roadside.

"In the olden days when the men of the Ancient Race--the old, old people that lived so long ago--were trekking in search of game, they heard a little voice calling, calling. It was not a springbokkie, it was not a tarentaal, it was not a little ostrich. They couldn't think what it was. But it kept on, it kept on." Outa's head nodded in time to his repetitions.

"Why didn't they go and look?" asked Willem.

"They did, my baasje. They hunted about amongst the milk-bushes by the roadside, and at last under one of them they found a nice brown baby. He was lying quite still looking about him, not like a baby, baasjes, but like an old child, and sparks of light, as bright as the sparks from Outa's tinderbox, seemed to fly out of his eyes. When he saw the men, he began calling again.

"'Carry me, carry me! Pick me up and carry me!'

"'Arré! he can talk,' said the man. 'What a fine little child! Where have your people gone? and why did they leave you here?'

"But the little Sun wouldn't answer them. All he said was, 'Put me in your awa-skin. I'm tired; I can't walk.'

"One of the men went to take him up, but when he got near he said, 'Soe! but he's hot; the heat comes out of him. I won't take him.'

"'How can you be so silly?' said another man. 'I'll carry him.'

"But when he got near, he started back. 'Alla! what eyes! Fire comes out of them.' And he, too, turned away.

"Then a third man went. 'He is very small,' he said; 'I can easily put him in my awa-skin.' He stooped and took the little Sun under his arms.

"'Ohé! ohé! ohé!' he cried, dropping the baby on to the red sand. 'What is this for toverij! It is like fire under his arms. He burns me when I take him up.'

"The others all came round to see. They didn't come too near, my baasjes, because they were frightened, but they wanted to see the strange brown baby that could talk, and that burned like a fire.

"All on a sudden he stretched himself; he turned his head and put up his little arms. Bright sparks flew from his eyes, and yellow light streamed from under his arms, and--hierr, skierr--the Men of the Early Race fell over each other as they ran through the milk-bushes back to the road. My! but they were frightened!

"The women were sitting there with their babies on their backs, waiting for their husbands.

"'Come along! Hurry! hurry! See that you get away from here,' said the men, without stopping.

"The women began to run, too.

"'What was it? What did you find?'

"'A terrible something,' said the men, still running. 'It pretends to be a baby, but we know it is a mensevreter. There it lies in the sand, begging one of us to pick it up and put it in his awa-skin, but as soon as we go near, it tries to burn us; and if we don't make haste and get away from here, it will certainly catch us.'

"Then they ran faster than ever. Baasjes know--ach no!" corrected Outa, with a sly smile; "Outa means baasjes don't know--how frightenness makes wings grow on people's feet, so that they seem to fly. So the Men of the Early Race, and the women with their babies on their backs, flew, and very soon they were far from the place where the little Sun was lying.

"But someone had been watching, my baasjes, watching from a bush near by. It was Jakhals, with his bright eyes and his sharp nose, and his stomach close to the ground. When the people had gone, he crept out to see what had made them run. Hardly a leaf stirred, not a sound was heard, so softly he crept along under the milk-bushes to where the little Sun lay.

"'Ach, what a fine little child has been left behind by the men!' he said. 'Now that is really a shame--that none of them would put it into his awa-skin.'

"'Carry me, carry me! Put me in your awa-skin,' said the little Sun.

"'I haven't got an awa-skin, baasje,' said Jakhals, 'but if you can hold on, I'll carry you on my back.'

"So Jakhals lay flat on his stomach, and the little Sun caught hold of his maanhaar, and rolled round on his back.

"'Where do you want to go?' asked Jakhals.

"'There, where it far is,' said the baby, sleepily.

"Jakhals trotted off with his nose to the ground and a sly look in his eye. He didn't care where the baby wanted to go; he was just going to carry him off to the krantz where Tante and the young Jakhalses lived. If baasjes could have seen his face! Alle wereld! he was smiling, and when Oom Jakhals smiles, it is the wickedest sight in the world. He was very pleased to think what he was taking home; fat brown babies are as nice as fat sheep-tails, so he went along quite jolly.

"But only at first. Soon his back began to burn where the baby's arms went round it. The heat got worse and worse, until he couldn't hold it out any longer.

"'Soe! Soe! Baasje burns me,' he cried. 'Sail down a little further, baasje, so that my neck can get cool.'

"The little Sun slipped further down and held fast again, and Jakhals trotted on.

"But soon he called out again, 'Soe! Soe! Now the middle of my back burns. Sail down still a little further.'

"The little Sun went further down and held fast again. And so it went on. Every time Jakhals called out that he was burning, the baby slipped a little further, and a little further, till at last he had hold of Jakhals by the tail, and then he wouldn't let go. Even when Jakhals called out, he held on, and Jakhals's tail burnt and burnt. My! it was quite black!

"'Help! help!' he screamed! 'Ach, you devil's child! Get off! Let go! I'll punish you for this! I'll bite you! I'll gobble you up! My tail is burning! Help! Help!' And he jumped, and bucked, and rushed about the veld, till at last the baby had to let go.

"Then Jakhals voertsed [8] round, and ran at the little Sun to bite him and gobble him up. But when he got near, a funny thing happened, my baasjes. Yes truly, just when he was going to bite, he stopped halfway, and shivered back as if someone had beaten him. At first he had growled with crossness, but now he began to whine from frightenness.

"And why was it, my baasjes? Because from under the baby's arms streamed brightness and hotness, and out of the baby's eyes came streaks of fire, so that Jakhals winked and blinked, and tried to make himself small in the sand. Every time he opened his eyes a little, just like slits, there was the baby sitting straight in front of him, staring at him so that he had to shut them again quick, quick.

"'Come and punish me,' said the baby.

"'No, baasje, ach no!' said Jakhals in a small, little voice, 'why should I punish you?'

"'Come and bite me,' said the baby.

"'No, baasje, no, I could never think of it.' Jakhals made himself still a little smaller in the sand.

"'Come and gobble me up,' said the baby.

"Then Jakhals gave a yell and tried to crawl further back.

"'Such a fine little child,' he said, trying to make his voice sweet, 'who would ever do such a wicked thing?'

"'You would,' said the little Sun. 'When you had carried me safely to your krantz, you would have gobbled me up. You are toch so clever, Jakhals, but sometimes you will meet your match. Now, look at me well.'

"Jakhals didn't want to look, my baasjes, but it was just as if something made his eyes go open, and he lay there staring at the baby, and the baby stared at him--so, my baasjes, just so"--Outa stretched his eyes to their utmost and held each fascinated child in turn.

"'You'll know me again when you see me,' said the baby, 'but never, never again will you be able to look me in the face. And now you can go.'

"Fierce light shot from his eyes, and he blew at Jakhals with all his might; his breath was like a burning flame, and Jakhals, half dead with frightenness, gave a great howl and fled away over the vlakte.

"From that day, my baasjes, he has a black stripe right down his back to the tip of his tail. And he cannot bear the Sun, but hides away all day with shut eyes, and only at night when the Old Man with the bright armpits has gone to sleep, does he come out to hunt and look for food, and play tricks on the other animals."

X.

THE ANIMALS' DAM.

"Ach! it was dry," said Outa, "as dry as last year's springbok biltong. For a long time the Old Man in the sky shot down strong light and sucked all the water out of the veld. From morning to night he poured down hotness on the world, and when he rolled round to sleep, a hot wind blew--and blew--and blew--till he woke to shine again. The karroo bushes dried up, the rivers had no water, and the poor animals began to die from thirst. It was such a drought, my little masters, as you have never seen.

"At last Oom Leeuw called the animals together to make a plan.

"The Sun had gone under, and the Lady Moon was sailing in the sky--beautiful, as she always is, and looking down on the hot world. Oom Leeuw sat under a krantz on the morning side of a kopje, where it was a little cool, and the others sat round him like a watermelon slice. Leopard, Hyena, Babiaan, Jakhals, Hare and Tortoise were in front; they were the chief ones. The smaller ones, like Dassie, Mierkat, and Hedgehog, were at the sides; and Zebra, Springbok, Ostrich and Giraffe waited in the veld to hear the news. They pretended to be eating, but all the time their ears went backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards--so, my baasjes,--to catch every little sound, and they were ready at the first sign of danger to race away, kicking up the dust so that Oom Leeuw would not be able to see them.

"But they needn't have been afraid. Oom Leeuw was too hot and tired and weak to catch anything. He just sat against the krantz with his dry tongue hanging out, and the others just lay round about in the watermelon slice with their dry tongues hanging out, and every time they looked at the sky to see if any clouds were coming up. But no! The sky was just like a big, hot soap-pot turned over above their heads, with the Lady Moon making a silver road across it, and the little stars shining like bits broken off the big, hot Sun. There was nothing that even looked like a cloud.

"At last Oom Leeuw pulled in his tongue and rolled it about in his mouth to get the dryness off. When it stopped rattling, he began to talk.

"'Friends and brothers and nephews,' he said--yes, just like that Oom Leeuw began; he was so miserable that he felt friendly with them all. 'Friends and brothers and nephews, it is time to make a plan. You know how it is with a drought; when it is at its worst, the bottom of the clouds falls out, and the water runs away fast, fast, to the sea, where there is too much water already, and the poor karroo is left again without any. Even if a land-rain comes, it just sinks in, because the ground is too loose and dry to hold it, so we must make a plan to keep the water, and my plan is to dig a dam. But it's no use for one or two to work; everyone must help. What do you say?'

"'Certainly,' said Leopard.

"'Certainly,' said Hyena.

"'Certainly,' said Ant-bear.

"'Certainly,' said Jakhals, but he winked his eye at the Lady Moon, and then put his nose into the warm sand so that no one could see his sly smile.

"All the other animals said 'Certainly,' and then they began to talk about the dam. Dear land! A person would never have said their throats were dry. Each one had a different plan, and each one talked without listening to the other. It was like a Church bazaar--yes, baasjes, long ago when Outa was young he was on a bazaar in the village, but he was glad, my baasjes, when he could creep into the veld again and get the noise out of his ears.

"At last the Water Tortoise--he with the wise little head under his patchwork shell--said, 'Let us go now while it is cool, and look for a place for the dam.'

"So they hunted about and found a nice place, and soon they began to make the dam. Baasjes, but those animals worked! They scratched, they dug, they poked, they bored, they pushed and they rolled; and they all did their best, so that the dam could be ready when the rain came. Only lazy Jakhals did not work. He just roamed round saying to the others, 'Why don't you do this?' 'Why don't you do that?' till at last they asked, 'Why don't you do it yourself?'

"But Jakhals only laughed at them. 'And why should I be so foolish as to scratch my nails off for your old dam?' he said.

"'But you said "Certainly," too, when Oom asked us, didn't you?' they asked.

"Then Jakhals laughed more than ever. 'Ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha! Am I then a slave of my word? That was last night. Don't you know yet that a thing is one colour by moonlight, and quite another colour when the sun shines on it? Ha! ha! ha!'

"So he went about bothering the poor animals that were working so hard, and laughing at them when they got hot and tired.

"'What's the use of working so hard? Those who do not work will also drink.'

"'How do you know?' they asked.

"'Wait a bit, you'll see,' said sly Jakhals, winking his eye again.

"At last the dam was finished, and that very night the rain began. It kept on and on, till the dam was quite full and the water began to run away over the veld, down to the great big dam called the Sea, that is the Mother of all water, and so broad, my baasjes, that truly you can't see the wall at the other side, even when you stand on a high kopje. Yes, so Outa has heard from truth-telling people. The milk-bushes and karroo-bushes grew green again, and the little veld flowers burst out of the hard ground, and opened their white, and blue, and pink, and purple eyes to look at the Sun. They were like variegated karosses spread out on the veld, and the Old Man in the sky was not so fierce any more; he did not burn them with his hotness, but looked at them kindly.

"And the animals were toch so glad for the water! From far and near they came to the dam to drink.

"But Jakhals was before them all. Soon after the Sun went down--baasjes know, the wild animals sleep in the daytime and hunt in the night--he went to the dam and drank as much water as he wanted, and filled his clay pot with some to take home. Then he swam round and round to get cool, making the water muddy and dirty, and when the other animals came to drink, he slipped over the dam wall and was lost in the veld as if he had been a large pin.

"My! but Oom Leeuw was very angry!

"'Hoorr-rr-rr,' he roared, 'hoorr-rr-rr! What is this for a thing? Does the lazy one think he can share with the workers? Who ever heard of such a thing? Hoorr-rr-rr! Here, Broer Babiaan, take this big kierie and hide yourself by the dam to-night, so that you can catch this Vagabond, this Water-stealer.'

"Early that night, there was Jakhals again. He peeped this way and that way--so, my baasjes,--and, yes truly, there was old Broer Babiaan lying amongst the bushes. But Jakhals was too schelm for him. He made as if he didn't see him. He danced along on his hind legs, all in the round, all in the round, at the edge of the dam, singing:--

'Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding! My sweet, sweet water!'

"He sang this over and over, and every time he came to the end of a line, he dipped his fingers into his clay pot and sucked them.

"'Aha! but my honey is nice,' he said, licking his lips. 'What do I want with their old dirty water, when I have a whole potful of nice sweet water!'

"Baasjes know, baboons will do anything for honey, and when old Broer Babiaan heard Jakhals he forgot he was there to guard the dam. He crept out from his hiding-place, a little nearer, and a little nearer, and at last he couldn't keep quiet any longer. When Jakhals came dancing along again, he called out in a great hurry, 'Good evening, Jakhals! Please give me a little of your sweet water, too!'

"'Arré!' said Jakhals, jumping to one side and pretending to be startled. 'What a schrik you gave me! What are you doing here, Broer Babiaan?'

"'Ach no! Jakhals, I'm just taking a little walk. It's such a fine night.'

"'But why have you got that big kierie?'

"'Only to dig out eintjes.'

"'Do you really want some of my sweet water?'

"'Yes, please, Jakhals,' said Broer Babiaan, licking his lips.

"'And what will you give me for it?'

"'I'll let you fill your pot with water from the dam.'

"'Ach! I don't want any of that dirty old dam water, but I know how fond you are of this sweet water, Broer, so I'll let you drink some. Here, I'll hold your kierie while you drink.'

"Boer Babiaan was in such a hurry to get to the honey that he just threw the kierie to Jakhals, but just as he was going to put his fingers into the pot, Jakhals pulled it away.

"'No, wait a bit, Broer,' he said. 'I'll show you a better way. It will taste much nicer if you lie down.'

"'Ach no! really, Jakhals?'

"'Yes, really,' said Jakhals. 'And if you don't lie down at once, you won't get a drop of my sweet water.'

"He spoke quite crossly, and Babiaan was so tame by this time that he was ready to believe anything, so he lay down, and Jakhals stood over him with his knapsack riem.

"'Now, Brother, first I'll tie you with my riem, and then I'll feed you with the honey.'

"'Yes, yes,' said Broer Babiaan quickly.

"His mouth was watering for the honey; he couldn't think of anything else, and he had long ago forgotten all about looking after the dam. It goes so, my baasjes, when a person thinks only of what he wants and not of what he must. So he let Jakhals tie his hands and feet, and even his tail, and then he opened his mouth wide.

"But Jakhals only danced round and round, sticking his fingers into the pot and licking them, and singing:

'Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding! My sweet, sweet water!'

"'Where's mine?' called Broer Babiaan. 'You said you would feed me. Where's my sweet water?'

"'Here's all the sweet water you'll get from me,' said Jakhals, and--kraaks--he gave poor Broer Babiaan a hard hit with the kierie.

"'Borgom! Borgom! Help!' screamed Broer Babiaan, and tried to roll away. But there was no one to help him, so he could only scream and roll over, and each time he rolled over, Jakhals hit him again--kraaks!

"At last he squeezed the clay pot--and baasjes can believe me it had never had any honey in it at all--over Broer Babiaan's head, while he ran off and drank as much water as he wanted, and swam, and stirred up the mud. Then he took the clay pot off Broer Babiaan's head, filled it with water, and danced off, singing:

'Hing-ting-ting! Honna-mak-a-ding! My sweet, sweet water!'

"'Good-bye, Brother,' he called out. 'I hope you'll enjoy the sweet water you'll get from Oom Leeuw when he sees how well you have looked after the dam.'

"Poor Old Broer Babiaan was, ach! so miserable, but he was even more unhappy after Oom Leeuw had punished him and set him on a large stone for the other animals to mock at. Baasjes, it was sad! They came in a long string, big ones and little ones, and each one stopped in front of the big stone and stuck out his tongue, then turned round and stuck out his tail--yes, so rude they were to Broer Babiaan, till the poor old animal got ashameder and ashameder, and sat all in a heap, hanging down his head and trying not to see how they were mocking at him.

"When all the animals had passed on and drunk water, Oom Leeuw untied Broer Babiaan and let him go, and off he went to the krantzes as fast as he could, with his tail between his legs.

"And that is all for to-night, my baasjes. It is too long to finish now. See, here comes Lys with the baasjes' supper, and Outa can smell that his askoekies are burning by the hut."

Evading the children's detaining hands, Outa sidled away, turning in the passage doorway to paw the air with his crooked fingers in token of a final farewell.

XI.

SAVED BY HIS TAIL.

"The end, Outa, please," said little Jan, "the end of The Animals' Dam. You said it was too long to finish last night."

"Aja, my baasje, it's full of jakhals draaie, and that's why it is so long, but it's near the end now.

"The night was old by the time the animals had finished with old Broer Babiaan, and the stars were going out. Only the Big Star, that lasts the longest, was travelling quickly by the Stars' Road to call the Dawn. It began to get light already at the place where the shining Old Man gets up every day, and that meant it was time for the animals to fade away to their sleeping-places.

"Oom Leeuw looked round on them. 'Who will look after the dam to-night?' he asked.

"'I will,' said a little voice, quickly. 'Peep! peep!'

"'And who is this that speaks from the ground?' asked Oom. 'Let us find this brave one.'

"They looked about in the sand, and there, under a milk-bush near the dam, sat the Water Tortoise. He was nice and big, baasjes, as big as the lid of the soap-pot, and his skinny legs were very strong. He stretched out his skinny neck and twinkled his little black eyes.

"'I'll look after the dam, Oom, and I'll catch the Water-Spoiler for you.'

"'Ha! ha! ha! How will you do that?' asked Oom Leeuw.

"'If Oom will just let someone rub my back with the sticky black stuff from the floor of the hives, then Oom will see what will happen.'

"'This is a wise little man,' said Oom Leeuw, and he ordered Old Brown Sister Hyena--she with the limp in the left hind leg--to rub the Water Tortoise with the sticky stuff.

"That night, my baasjes, when Jakhals went to the dam to drink, he peeped about, but no! there was no one to guard the dam; only a large black stone lay near the edge of the water.

"'Arré! this is lucky,' said Jakhals. 'Such a nice large stone! I'll stand on it while I drink.'

"He didn't know that the stone had a strong skinny neck, and, on the end of the neck, a head with little bright eyes that could see everything that was going on. So he gave a jump, and--woops!--down he came on to the stone with his two front feet, and there they stuck fast to the sticky black stuff, and he could not move them. He tried, and he tried, but it was no use.

"'Toever!' he screamed, 'toever! Let me go!'

"'Peep! peep!' said a little voice, 'don't be frightened.'

"'Who says I'm frightened, you old toever stone?' asked Jakhals. 'Though my front feet are fast, I can still kick with my hind feet.'