one, their darling, away. A dream of Endsland’s daylast and the roar of them, all sighing and sob- bing, and listening. Moykle ahoykling! They were precisely the twelves of clocks, noon minutes, none seconds. At someseat of Oldanelang' s Konguerrig, by dawnybreak in Airai TAFF (skimperskamper, his wools gatherings all over Doveland!) when supplied with informations as to will