are's Nos

serious eyes at the full moon sailing serenely in the cold sky. Then he sighed as though thou

ghing?" asked Outa Karel. "It is like th

ision and became conscious of the old native. "Outa," he said,

hot, so the Moon is far away and beautiful and golden. But she is a cruel lady sometimes, to

n to the rug beside the basket of mea

Moon a lady?" asked Pie

yes, and for all her beauty she can be cross and c

y were all too busy, they couldn't go. At last she called the Crocodile. He is very slow and not much good, but the Lady Moon thought she would pinch his tail and

ler, so-so-so-so-so--till--clap!"-the crooked fingers come together with a bang-"there's no more Moon: she is dead. Then one night a silver horn hangs in the sky-thin, very thin. It is the new Moon that grows, and gr

soon he came to a bend in the road. Round he went with a great turn, for a Crocodile's back is stiff like a plank, he can't bend it; and then, when he thoug

Hare. 'Ha! ha! ha!' he laughed, 'what is the meaning of this drif-draf-

Oom Crocodile, trying to look busy and to hurry up.

the message, O

I die and, dying, live, so also

low. You can only go drif-draf-drippity-drif-draf like a knee-haltered horse,

rocodile, 'but you must say i

off like the wind. Here he was! there he was! and you could only see the

he Baboon, a wise man comes with a message. By the Lady Moon I am sent to tell yo

was like goose-flesh. 'What shall we do? What is this message that the Lady Moon has

ach no, but Outa forgets, these baasjes don't know how it is to feel so." And the wide smile which accompanied these words hid the expression of sl

away on his behind legs, and laughed an

the Moon, and she asked:

g, perish, so also shall you die and come wholly to an end," and they ar

id you tell them that? Child of the d

f 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 th

d; he jumped high into the air; he jumped with all his four feet at once; and-scratch, scr

ay as hard as he could, holding

with a split nose, and the golden face

terwards there is a sore place-ach, for so long!-and even when it is well, the ugly mark

ot legend, the hare is