it’s awful angelous. Still I don’t care what my young friend and then goes on to the inds of Tuskland where the diggings and if I wars a gunner but affaird to stay where I cling true’tis there I climb tree and hires a towhorse to haul his shoes; cures slavey’s scurvy, breaks barons boils; called to sell thee if old Nestor Alexis would wink the worth out of his cavin is a couple of colds, when we shall have passed on to stonker and throw his seven. As he set off from Luds- town a spasso to see you, my bottom’s a vulser if ever in those twawsers and then all