the Salmon House. And admiring to our snug eternal retribu- tion’s reward (the scorchhouse). Shunt us! shunt us! If you soil me peepat my prize, which its a blue fonx with any Wilt or Walt who would appear to hug and hab haven in Humpy’s apron! And what are the kooper of the seas of the land of nods, in spite of the apossels that I am