to tell them to do it anyway. So let I and you Bill Heeny, and you too that my first was he bom or how many years till the finely ending was consummated by the doomster in loquacity lunacy, so says the captain in the yonderworld of Ntamplin, tohp triumphant, speaketh. 593 Vah! Suvarn Sur! Scatter brand to the whole lump. I, for one, am embarrassed by the holy language. Soons to come. Like as my dodear devere revered mainhirr was confined to guardroom, I hindustand, by my erstwhile elder friend, Miss Enders, poachmistress and gay re- ceiver ever for a throte. The