August 7, 2022 • 11 mins
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(00:00):
How the jackal got his stripe thesun was a strange little child, said
Ota. He never had any papaor mamma. No one knew where he
came from. He was just foundby the roadside. In the olden days,
when the men of the ancient race, the old old people that lived
(00:23):
so long ago, were trekking insearch of game, they heard a little
voice calling calling. It was nota spring boki, It was not a
tarental, it was not a littleostrich. They couldn't think what it was,
but it kept on, it kepton. OTA's head nodded in time
(00:45):
to his repetitions. Why didn't theygo and look, asked villam They did,
my bassy. They hunted about amongthe milk bushes by the roadside,
and at last, under one ofthem, they found a nice brown baby.
He was lying quite still, lookingabout him, not like a baby
(01:07):
passes, but like an old child, and sparks of light as bright as
the sparks from OTA's tinder box seemedto fly out of his eyes. When
he saw the men, he begancalling again, carry me, carry me,
pick me up, and carry me. Hooray, he can talk,
(01:30):
said the man. What a finelittle 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 putme in your of a skin. A'm
tired. I can't walk. Oneof the men went to take him up,
(01:53):
but when he got near, hesaid, shway, but he's hot.
The heat comes out of him.I won't take him. How can
you be so silly? Said anotherman. I'll carry him, But when
he got near he started back,Allah what eyes? Fire comes out of
(02:13):
them, and he too turned away. Then a third man went, He
is very small, he said,I can easily put him in my o
our skin. He stooped and tookthe little son under his arms. Ho
hey, ou hey, ho hey, he cried, dropping the baby on
to the red sand. What isthis foot overai? It is like fire
(02:38):
under his arms. He burns mewhen I take him up. The others
all came round to see. Theydidn't come too near my passes because they
were frightened, but they wanted tosee the strange brown baby that could talk
and that burned like a fire.All on a sudden he stretched himself,
(03:00):
He turned his head and put uphis little arms. Bright sparks flew from
his eyes, and yellow lights streamedfrom under his arms, and here skeer.
The men of the early race fellover each other as they ran through
the milk bushes back to the road. My, but they were frightened.
The women were sitting there with theirbabies on their backs, waiting for their
(03:23):
husbands. Come along. Hurry,hurry, see that you get away from
here, said the men, withoutstopping. The woman began to run too.
What was it? What did youfind? A terrible something, said
the men, still running. Itpretends to be a baby, but we
know it is immenservretta. There itlies in the sand, begging one of
(03:46):
us to pick it up and putit in his of aaskin. But as
soon as we go near it triesto 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. Bassiesno ach no, corrected Ota with a
sly smile. O Ta means bassiesdon't know how frighten'dness makes wings grow on
(04:12):
people's feet, so that they seemedto fly. So the men of the
early race and the women with theirbabies on their backs, flew, and
very soon they were far from theplace where the little Sun was lying.
But some one had been watching mybassies watching from a bush near by.
(04:33):
It was Jakals, with his brighteyes and his sharp nose and his stomach
close to the ground. When thepeople had gone, he crept out to
see what had made them run Hardlya leaf stirred, not a sound was
heard. So softly he crept alongunder the milk bushes to where the little
(04:56):
Sun lay. Ach, what afine little child has been left behind by
the men, he said. Nowthat is really a shame that none of
them would put it into his zavaskin. Carry me, carry me, Put
me in your avaskin, said thelittle son. I haven't got an avaskin,
(05:18):
bassi, said Yakos, But ifyou can hold on, I'll carry
you on my back. So Yakalslay flat on his stomach, and the
little son caught hold of his manhaar and rolled round on his back.
Where do you want to go,asked Yakos. There where it far is,
(05:40):
said the baby sleepily. Yakals trottedoff, with his nose to the
ground and a sly look in hiseye. He didn't care where the baby
wanted to go. He was justgoing to carry him off to the Krantz
where tant and the young Yakalz haslived. If Basis could have seen his
face a lah verld, he wassmiling, and when wom Yakal smiles,
(06:05):
it is the wickedest sight in theworld. He was very pleased to think
what he was taking home. Fatbrown babies are as nice as fat sheep
tails. So he went along quitejolly, but only at first. Soon
his back began to burn where thebaby's arms went round it. The heat
(06:28):
got worse and worse until he couldn'thold it out any longer. Sway,
sway, basy burns me, hecried, sailed down a little further,
basy, so that my neck canget cool. The little sun slipped further
down and held fast again, andJakals trotted on. But soon he called
(06:49):
out again, say, sway,now the middle of my back burns.
Sailed down a little further. Thelittle Sun went further down and old fast
again, and so it went on. Every time Yakos called out that he
was burning, the baby slipped alittle further and a little further, till
(07:10):
at last he had hold of Yakosby the tail. And then he wouldn't
let go, even when Yakos calledout. He held on, and Yakovs's
tail burnt and burnt. My itwas quite black. Help help, He
screamed, Ah, you devil's child, get off, let go. I'll
(07:31):
punish you for this. I'll biteyou, I'll gobble you up. My
tail is burning. Help help.And he jumped and bucked and rushed about
the felt till at last the babyhad to let go. Then Yakovs footsteaded
round and ran at the little sunto bite him and gomble him up.
Footnote foostead, evidently a word ofOTA's coining, meaning to jump round suddenly
(07:59):
and violent end a footnote. Butwhen he got near, a funny thing
happened, my bassies, Yes truly, just when he was going to bite,
he stopped half way and shivered back, as if some one had beaten
him. At first he growled withcrossness, but now he began to whine
(08:20):
from frightenedness. And why was it, my bassies, Because from under the
baby's arms streamed brightness and hotness,and out of the baby's eyes came streaks
of fire, so that Yakos winkedand blinked and tried to make himself small
in the sand. Every time heopened his eyes a little, just like
(08:43):
slits. There was the baby sittingstraight in front of him, staring at
him, so that he had toshut them again. Quick, quick,
Come and punish me, said thebaby. No, bassi ach no,
said Yakos in a small little voice. Why should I punish you? Come
and bite me, said the baby. No, bassy no, I could
(09:07):
never think of it. Yakos madehimself still a little smaller in the sand.
Come and gobble me up, saidthe baby. Then Yakos gave a
yell and tried to crawl further back. Such a fine little child, he
said, trying to make his voicesweet. Who would ever do such a
wicked thing? You would, saidthe little son, when you had carried
(09:33):
me safely to your crantz, youwould have gobbled me up. You are
toch so clever, Yakos, butsometimes you will meet your match. Now
look at me. Well, Yakosdidn't want to look my bassies, But
it was just as if something madehis eyes go open, and he lay
there staring at the baby, andthe baby stared at him. So my
(09:58):
bassies, just so Oto stretched hiseyes to their utmost and held each fascinated
child in turn. You'll know meagain when you see me, said the
baby. But never, never again, will you be able to look me
in the face. And now youcan go. Fierce light shot from his
(10:22):
eyes, and he blew at Yakoswith all his might. His breath was
like a burning flame, and Yakos, half dead with frightedness, gave a
great howl and fled away over theFlachta. From that day, my bassies,
he has a black stripe right downhis back to the tip of his
tail, and he cannot bear thesun, but hides away all day with
(10:46):
shut eyes. And only at night, when the old man with the bright
armpits has gone to sleep, doeshe come out to hunt and look for
food and play tricks on the otheranimals. End of How the Jackal got
his stripe.
How the jackal got his stripe thesun was a strange little child, said
Ota. He never had any papaor mamma. No one knew where he
came from. He was just foundby the roadside. In the olden days,
when the men of the ancient race, the old old people that lived
(00:23):
so long ago, were trekking insearch of game, they heard a little
voice calling calling. It was nota spring boki, It was not a
tarental, it was not a littleostrich. They couldn't think what it was,
but it kept on, it kepton. OTA's head nodded in time
(00:45):
to his repetitions. Why didn't theygo and look, asked villam They did,
my bassy. They hunted about amongthe milk bushes by the roadside,
and at last, under one ofthem, they found a nice brown baby.
He was lying quite still, lookingabout him, not like a baby
(01:07):
passes, but like an old child, and sparks of light as bright as
the sparks from OTA's tinder box seemedto fly out of his eyes. When
he saw the men, he begancalling again, carry me, carry me,
pick me up, and carry me. Hooray, he can talk,
(01:30):
said the man. What a finelittle 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 putme in your of a skin. A'm
tired. I can't walk. Oneof the men went to take him up,
(01:53):
but when he got near, hesaid, shway, but he's hot.
The heat comes out of him.I won't take him. How can
you be so silly? Said anotherman. I'll carry him, But when
he got near he started back,Allah what eyes? Fire comes out of
(02:13):
them, and he too turned away. Then a third man went, He
is very small, he said,I can easily put him in my o
our skin. He stooped and tookthe little son under his arms. Ho
hey, ou hey, ho hey, he cried, dropping the baby on
to the red sand. What isthis foot overai? It is like fire
(02:38):
under his arms. He burns mewhen I take him up. The others
all came round to see. Theydidn't come too near my passes because they
were frightened, but they wanted tosee the strange brown baby that could talk
and that burned like a fire.All on a sudden he stretched himself,
(03:00):
He turned his head and put uphis little arms. Bright sparks flew from
his eyes, and yellow lights streamedfrom under his arms, and here skeer.
The men of the early race fellover each other as they ran through
the milk bushes back to the road. My, but they were frightened.
The women were sitting there with theirbabies on their backs, waiting for their
(03:23):
husbands. Come along. Hurry,hurry, see that you get away from
here, said the men, withoutstopping. The woman began to run too.
What was it? What did youfind? A terrible something, said
the men, still running. Itpretends to be a baby, but we
know it is immenservretta. There itlies in the sand, begging one of
(03:46):
us to pick it up and putit in his of aaskin. But as
soon as we go near it triesto 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. Bassiesno ach no, corrected Ota with a
sly smile. O Ta means bassiesdon't know how frighten'dness makes wings grow on
(04:12):
people's feet, so that they seemedto fly. So the men of the
early race and the women with theirbabies on their backs, flew, and
very soon they were far from theplace where the little Sun was lying.
But some one had been watching mybassies watching from a bush near by.
(04:33):
It was Jakals, with his brighteyes and his sharp nose and his stomach
close to the ground. When thepeople had gone, he crept out to
see what had made them run Hardlya leaf stirred, not a sound was
heard. So softly he crept alongunder the milk bushes to where the little
(04:56):
Sun lay. Ach, what afine little child has been left behind by
the men, he said. Nowthat is really a shame that none of
them would put it into his zavaskin. Carry me, carry me, Put
me in your avaskin, said thelittle son. I haven't got an avaskin,
(05:18):
bassi, said Yakos, But ifyou can hold on, I'll carry
you on my back. So Yakalslay flat on his stomach, and the
little son caught hold of his manhaar and rolled round on his back.
Where do you want to go,asked Yakos. There where it far is,
(05:40):
said the baby sleepily. Yakals trottedoff, with his nose to the
ground and a sly look in hiseye. He didn't care where the baby
wanted to go. He was justgoing to carry him off to the Krantz
where tant and the young Yakalz haslived. If Basis could have seen his
face a lah verld, he wassmiling, and when wom Yakal smiles,
(06:05):
it is the wickedest sight in theworld. He was very pleased to think
what he was taking home. Fatbrown babies are as nice as fat sheep
tails. So he went along quitejolly, but only at first. Soon
his back began to burn where thebaby's arms went round it. The heat
(06:28):
got worse and worse until he couldn'thold it out any longer. Sway,
sway, basy burns me, hecried, sailed down a little further,
basy, so that my neck canget cool. The little sun slipped further
down and held fast again, andJakals trotted on. But soon he called
(06:49):
out again, say, sway,now the middle of my back burns.
Sailed down a little further. Thelittle Sun went further down and old fast
again, and so it went on. Every time Yakos called out that he
was burning, the baby slipped alittle further and a little further, till
(07:10):
at last he had hold of Yakosby the tail. And then he wouldn't
let go, even when Yakos calledout. He held on, and Yakovs's
tail burnt and burnt. My itwas quite black. Help help, He
screamed, Ah, you devil's child, get off, let go. I'll
(07:31):
punish you for this. I'll biteyou, I'll gobble you up. My
tail is burning. Help help.And he jumped and bucked and rushed about
the felt till at last the babyhad to let go. Then Yakovs footsteaded
round and ran at the little sunto bite him and gomble him up.
Footnote foostead, evidently a word ofOTA's coining, meaning to jump round suddenly
(07:59):
and violent end a footnote. Butwhen he got near, a funny thing
happened, my bassies, Yes truly, just when he was going to bite,
he stopped half way and shivered back, as if some one had beaten
him. At first he growled withcrossness, but now he began to whine
(08:20):
from frightenedness. And why was it, my bassies, Because from under the
baby's arms streamed brightness and hotness,and out of the baby's eyes came streaks
of fire, so that Yakos winkedand blinked and tried to make himself small
in the sand. Every time heopened his eyes a little, just like
(08:43):
slits. There was the baby sittingstraight in front of him, staring at
him, so that he had toshut them again. Quick, quick,
Come and punish me, said thebaby. No, bassi ach no,
said Yakos in a small little voice. Why should I punish you? Come
and bite me, said the baby. No, bassy no, I could
(09:07):
never think of it. Yakos madehimself still a little smaller in the sand.
Come and gobble me up, saidthe baby. Then Yakos gave a
yell and tried to crawl further back. Such a fine little child, he
said, trying to make his voicesweet. Who would ever do such a
wicked thing? You would, saidthe little son, when you had carried
(09:33):
me safely to your crantz, youwould have gobbled me up. You are
toch so clever, Yakos, butsometimes you will meet your match. Now
look at me. Well, Yakosdidn't want to look my bassies, But
it was just as if something madehis eyes go open, and he lay
there staring at the baby, andthe baby stared at him. So my
(09:58):
bassies, just so Oto stretched hiseyes to their utmost and held each fascinated
child in turn. You'll know meagain when you see me, said the
baby. But never, never again, will you be able to look me
in the face. And now youcan go. Fierce light shot from his
(10:22):
eyes, and he blew at Yakoswith all his might. His breath was
like a burning flame, and Yakos, half dead with frightedness, gave a
great howl and fled away over theFlachta. From that day, my bassies,
he has a black stripe right downhis back to the tip of his
tail, and he cannot bear thesun, but hides away all day with
(10:46):
shut eyes. And only at night, when the old man with the bright
armpits has gone to sleep, doeshe come out to hunt and look for
food and play tricks on the otheranimals. End of How the Jackal got
his stripe.
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