Outa Karel's Stories Part 9

"'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. .h.i.t 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 pa.s.sed 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 pa.s.sage 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.

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