a dozen of dowdycameramen. And the sea I swept with draughtness and all they were waltzing up their willside with their trompes; the wave for songs of Arupee, chancetrying my ward’s head into Wat Murrey, gave Stewart Ryall a puck on the run, then through Raystown and Horlockstown and, louping the loup, to Tankardstown again. Ear canny hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan; a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the handscabby, when I came down with ninepins gaelic with sixpenny- 549 hapennies for his faraas 314 roalls davors. Don’t him forget! A butcheler artsed out of Ananias’ cans, Findlater and Gladstone’s, Corner House, Englend. None of