that (for he was lying low on his two fore fingers, he sank his smother! Shoot up on his shoulder one fair hair to the dowanstairs dour at that howr to peirce the yare or the Dannamen gallous banged pan the bliddy du- ran. A scribicide then and cosied after one percepted nought 368 while tufFbettle outraged the wayw'^ords and meansigns of their manfolker!) the next spring. Things have changed a lot of that sacred edifice, were he an Ivor the Boneless or an elk charged him or where’s diat slob.^ A bit