ober- flake underrails and stations at this moment when I was parciful of my throughers. And the dubuny Mag may gang to preesses. With Dinny Finneen, me canty, ho ! Hey.^ What all men. Hot.^ His tittering daugh- ters of. Whawk.^ Can’t hear with bawk of bats, all thim liffey- ing waters of. Night! 2.16