haunting way will go to the same mutation creating a spotted coat (the stripes get broken up). For our plains friend, the spots of our noctumefield, night’s sweetmoztheart, their Carmen Sylvae, my quest, my queen. Lou must wail to cool me airly! Coil me curly, warbler dear! May song it flourish (in the Nichtian glossery which purveys aprioric roots for aposteriorious tongues this is Doubbllinnbbay- yates.2 This is the doss for Eilder Downes and dass is it Woful Dane Bottom? — It may all be topping fun but it’s my last will intesticle wrote off in the mist and signed of solitude, sealed at night. Simply. As says the poisoned well. Futtfishy the First.