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"Jakhals leaned over and took aim. Down fell the t.i.t-bit and--sluk! sluk!--Leeuw had swallowed it.

"And then, my baasjes, there arose such a roaring and raving and groaning as had not been heard since the hills were made. The da.s.sies crept along the rocky ledges far above, and peeped timidly down; the circling eagles swooped nearer to find out the cause; the meerkats and ant-bears, the porcupines and spring-hares snuggled further into their holes; while the frightened springboks and elands fled swiftly over the plain to seek safety in some other veld.

"Only wicked Jakhals and his family rejoiced. With their bushy tails waving and their pointed ears standing up, they danced round the fire, holding hands and singing over and over:

"'Arre! who is stronger than the King of Beastland?

Arre! who sees further than the King of Birdland?



Who but thick-tailed Jakhals, but the Silver-maned One?

He, the small but sly one; he, the wise Planmaker.

King of Beasts would catch him; catch him, claw him, kill him!

Ha! ha! ha! would catch him! Ha! ha! ha! would kill him!

But he finds a way out; grills the fat-tailed hamel, Feeds the King of Beastland with the juicy t.i.t-bits; Eats the fat-tailed hamel while the King lies dying; Ha! ha! ha! lies dying! Ha! ha! ha! lies dead now!'"

Outa crooned the Jakhals' triumph song in a weird monotone, and on the last words his voice quavered out, leaving a momentary silence among the small folk.

Pietie blinked as though the firelight were too much for his eyes. Little Jan sighed tumultuously. Willem cleared his throat.

"But how did Jakhals know that Oom Leeuw was dead?" he asked suddenly.

"He peeped over the krantz every time between the dancing and singing--like this, baasje, just like this." Outa's eyes, head and hands were at work. "The first time he looked, he saw Oom Leeuw rolling over and over; the next time Leeuw was scratching, scratching at the rocky krantz; then he was digging into the ground with his claws; then he was only blowing himself out--so--with long slow breaths; but the last time he was lying quite still, and then Jakhals knew."

"Oh! I didn't want poor Steenbokje to die," said little Jan. "He was such a pretty little thing. Outa, this is not one of your nicest stories."

"It's all about killing," said Pietie. "First Leeuw killed poor Steenbokje, who never did him any harm, and then Jakhals killed Oom Leeuw, who never did him any harm. It was very cruel and wicked."

"Ach yes, baasjes," explained Outa, apologetically, "we don't know why, but it is so. Sometimes the good ones are killed and the bad ones grow fat. In this old world it goes not always so's it must go; it just go so's it goes."

"But," persisted Pietie, "you oughtn't to have let Jakhals kill Oom Leeuw. Oom Leeuw was much stronger, so he ought to have killed naughty Jakhals."

Outa's eyes gleamed pityingly. These young things! What did they know of the ups and downs of a hard world where the battle is not always to the strong, nor the race to the swift?

"But, my baasje, Outa did not make up the story. He only put in little bits, like the newspaper and the spectacles and the Jew smouse, that are things of to-day. But the real story was made long, long ago, perhaps when baasje's people went about in skins like the Rooi Kafirs, and Outa's people were still monkeys in the bushveld. It has always been so, and it will always be so--in the story and in the old wicked world. It is the head, my baasjes, the head," he tapped his own, "and not the strong arms and legs and teeth, that makes one animal master over another. Ach yes! if the Bushman's head had been the same as the white man's, arre! what a fight there would have been between them!"

And lost in the astonishing train of thought called up by this idea, he sat gazing out before him with eyes which saw many strange things. Then, rousing himself, with a quick change of voice and manner, "Ach! please, Nooi!" he said in a wheedling tone, "a span of tobacco--just one little span for to-night and to-morrow."

His mistress laughed indulgently, and, unhooking the bunch of keys from her belt, handed them to Cousin Minnie. "The old sinner!" she said. "We all spoil him, and yet who could begin to be strict with him now? Only a small piece, Minnie."

"Thank you, thank you, my Nonnie," said the old man, holding out both hands, and receiving the coveted span as if it were something very precious. "That's my young lady! Nonnie can have Outa's skeleton when he is dead. Yes, it will be a fine skeleton for Nonnie to send far across the blue water, where she sent the old long-dead Bushman's bones. Ach foei! all of him went into a little soap boxie--just to think of it! a soap boxie!"

He started as a young coloured girl made her appearance. "O mij lieve! here is Lys already. How the time goes when a person is with the baasjes and the noois! Night, Baas; night, Nooi; night, Nonnie and little masters. Sleep well! Ach! the beautiful family Van der Merwe!"

His thanks, farewells and flatteries grew fainter and fainter, and finally died away in the distance, as his granddaughter led him away.

III.

WHO WAS KING?

"Once upon a time," began Outa Karel, and his audience of three looked up expectantly.

"Once upon a time, Oom Leeuw roared and the forest shook with the dreadful sound. Then, from far away over the vlakte, floated another roar, and the little lion cubs jumped about and stood on their heads, tumbling over each other in their merriment.

"'Hear,' they said, 'it is Volstruis, old Three Sticks. He tries to imitate the King, our father. He roars well. Truly there is no difference.'

"When Leeuw heard this he was very angry, so he roared again, louder than ever. Again came back the sound over the veld, as if it had been an echo.

"'Ach, no! this will never do,' thought Leeuw. 'I must put a stop to this impudence. I alone am King here, and imitators--I want none.'

"So he went forth and roamed over the vlakte till he met old Three Sticks, the Ostrich. They stood glaring at each other.

"Leeuw's eyes flamed, his mane rose in a huge ma.s.s and he lashed his tail angrily. Volstruis spread out his beautiful wings and swayed from side to side, his beak open and his neck twisting like a whip-snake. Ach! it was pretty, but if baasjes could have seen his eyes! Baasjes know, Volstruis's eyes are very soft and beautiful--like Nonnie's when she tells the Bible stories; but now there was only fierceness in them, and yellow lights that looked like fire.

"But there was no fight--yet. It was only their way of meeting. Leeuw came a step nearer and said, 'We must see who is baas. You, Volstruis, please to roar a little.'

"So Volstruis roared, blowing out his throat, so, 'Hoo-hoo-hoor-r-r-r!' It was a fearsome sound--the sort of sound that makes you feel streams of cold water running down your back when you hear it suddenly and don't know what it is. Yes, baasjes, if you are in bed you curl up and pull the blankets over your head, and if you are outside you run in and get close to the Nooi or Nonnie."

A slight movement, indicative of contradiction, pa.s.sed from one to another of his small hearers, but--unless it was a free and easy, conversational evening--they made it a point of honour never to interrupt Outa in full career. This, like other things, could await the finish of the story.

"Then Leeuw roared, and truly the voices were the same. No one could say, 'This is a bigger voice,' or 'That is a more terrifying voice.' No, they were just equal.

"So Leeuw said to Volstruis, 'Our voices are alike. You are my equal in roaring. Let it then be so. You will be King of the Birds as I am King of the Beasts. Now let us go hunting and see who is baas there.'

"Out in the vlakte some sa.s.saby [1] were feeding, big fat ones, a nice klompje; so Leeuw started off in one direction and Volstruis in the other, but both kept away from the side the wind came from. Wild bucks can smell--ach toch! so good. Just one little puff when a hunter is creeping up to them, and at once all the heads are in the air--sniff, sniff, sniff--and they are off like the wind. Dust is all you see, and when that has blown away--ach no! there are no bucks; the whole veld is empty, empty!"

Outa stretched out his arms and waved them from side to side with an exaggerated expression of finding nothing but empty s.p.a.ce, his voice mournful with a sense of irreparable loss.

"But"--he took up his tale with renewed energy--"Leeuw and Volstruis were old hunters. They knew how to get nearer and nearer without letting the bucks know. Leeuw trailed himself along slowly, slowly, close to the ground, and only when he was moving could you see which was Leeuw and which was sand: the colour was just the same.

"He picked out a big buck, well-grown and fat, but not too old to be juicy, and when he got near enough he hunched himself up very quietly--so, my little masters, just so--ready to spring, and then before you could whistle, he shot through the air like a stone from a catapult, and fell, fair and square, on to the sa.s.saby's back, his great tearing claws fastened on its shoulders and his wicked teeth meeting in the poor thing's neck.

"Ach! the beautiful big buck! Never again would his pointed horns tear open his enemies! Never again would he lead the herd, or p.r.o.nk in the veld in mating time! Never again would his soft nostrils scent danger in the distance, nor his quick hoofs give the signal for the stampede! No, it was really all up with him this time! When Oom Leeuw gets hold of a thing, he doesn't let go till it is dead.

"The rest of the herd--ach, but they ran! Soon they were far away, only specks in the distance; all except those that Volstruis had killed. Truly Volstruis was clever! Baasjes know, he can run fast--faster even than the sa.s.saby. So when he saw Leeuw getting ready to spring, he raced up-wind as hard as he could, knowing that was what the herd would do. So there he was waiting for them, and didn't he play with them! See, baasjes, he stood just so"--in his excitement Outa rose and struck an att.i.tude--"and when they streaked past him he jumped like this, striking at them with the hard, sharp claws on his old two toes." Outa hopped about like a fighting bantam, while the children hugged themselves in silent delight.

"Voerts! there was one dead!"--Outa kicked to the right. "Voerts! there was another!"--he kicked to the left--"till there was a klomp of bucks lying about the veld giving their last blare. Yes, old Two Toes did his work well that day.

"When Leeuw came up and saw that Volstruis had killed more than he had, he was not very pleased, but Volstruis soon made it all right.

"Leeuw said, 'You have killed most, so you rip open and begin to eat.'

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