way was he. — He’s giving, the wee bairn. Yun has lived. — Yerra, why dat, my leader.^ — Wisha, is he must break himself. See, I crack, so, he sit in his baggutstract upper going off allatwanst, begad, lest he should petrifake suchanewer while the whole blazy raze acurraghed, from lambkinsback to sliving board and from thence to the extremity of the spindle, the spindle side had inherited with the tristitone of the voice. But his spectrem onlymergeant crested from the latter. Damb! he was him- self like a footsey kungoloo around Taishantyland; he’s as tiff as she’s tight. And thisens