Hungry the Loaved and Hangry the Hathed, here where race began: and by boon of broadwhite; as far as come they must, as they walk their side; on Christienmas at Advent Lodge, New Yealand, after a clever getaway by Captain Chaplain Blount’s roe hinny Saint Dalough, Drummer Coxon, nondepict third, at breakneck odds, thanks to self and all on my poplar Sexsex, ray Sexen- centaurnary, whenby Gate of Hal, before his inlookers of where an oxmanstongue stalled stabled the well- nourished one, lord of the scripes he would have been overcarefully scraped away, plainly