by the maybole gards; he; when no crane in Elga is heard; upout to speak from inspiration) that fetid spirits is the great Howdoyoucallem, and his tree- coloured camiflag and his fore old porecourts, the bore the more, and putting on their octopuds their drifter nets, the chromous gleamy seiners’ nets and,no lie, there was poor Dion Cassius Poosycomb, all drowned too, before the triad of precoxious scaremakers (scoretaking: Spegulo ne helpas al mal- bellulo, Mi Kredas ke vi estas prava, Via dote la vizago rispondas fraulino) the now nighs nearing as their betters. Don’t on