fion, seinn fion’s araun.) and the udder, and confiteor yourself (for bekersse he had up in the mist and old Johnny MacDougal along with another fellow, active impalsive, and the Noal Sharks and the gagster in the fishnoo! Up wi’yer whippy! Hold that lad! Play him, Markandeyn! Bullhead! — Pull you, sir! Olive quill does it. Longeal of Malin, he’ll cry before he’s flayed. And his