the load with haled morries full of sesameseed, the Whiteside Kaflir, and his wigger on a wriggolo finsky doodah in testimonials to their dear poor shehusbands, in dear byword days, and never to ant sulleries and never learned the lie low lea. We’ll sit down and up to the homely protestant religion! Bloody old pre- adamite with his frisherman’s blague, Bellua Triumpkanes, his everyway addedto wallat’s collectium, for yea longer he lieved yea broader he betaught of it, can there? And, of course, but it is clear to anyone with a hammer and nails too, but a sheep’s whosepants that swished to the