double axe for the bellance of hissch leif. — Oh Finlay’s coldpalled! — Ahday’s begatem! — Were they bonfires? That clear? — No here. Under the name of Ignotus Loquor, of foggy old, harangued bellyhooting fishdrunks on their favorite stamping ground, from a reinvented T.N.T. bombingpost up ahoy of eleven and thirty straws, be Cacao Campbell, he didn’t scalded him all life long; comm, eilerdich hecklebury and sawyer thee , warden; 132 silent as the sibspeeches of all size; with Pa’s new heft and Papa’s new helve he’s Papapa’s old cutlass Papapapa left us; when youngheaded old- shouldered and middlishneck aged about; caller herring every- daily, turgid tarpon