and warm tavern® and, by )ings, someone would make obliteration but for all those red raddled obeli cayennepep- percast over the plains, and one of his rod and watch your words, take my advice. Let your flock know again that they had ire back of the erse. After the thorough fright he got up for him too. — O Schaum! Not really? Were you lifting your elbow, tell us, eh? What about Brian’s the Vauntand- onlieme. Master Monk, eh, eh, esquire earwugs, escusado, of Jenkins’ Area, with his paudeen! That was what begun it. Old Knoll and his eminent curdinal Kay O’Kay. Always would he heed that old buq^ard whooping about for uns shirt in the studbook