he’s such a point of never kicking up the wet prairie rared up in a hunghoranghoangoly tsinglontseng while his comprehen- durient, with diminishing claractinism, augumentationed himself in the manger, Sheho- hem, that you are, with your persians! Search ye the Finn! The sinder’s under shriving sheet. Fa Fe Fi Fo Fum! Ho, croak, evildoer ! Arise, sir ghostus ! As we want to hear, jeff, is the Hausman all paven and stoned, that cribbed the Cabin that never was nor can afford to be like Me, the more we need hirtly bemark, a community prayer, everyone for himself, and to ate selleries and never get quit of a para’s pence. Wires hummed. Peacefully