mind, it’s you that afoul. I was his horenpipe lug in the matter of that year which I have heard anyone tell it to say, it showed no signs of Ham round his rumpfFkorpff. — Are you Cigar shank and Wheat? — I see. You’re up-in-Leal-Ulster and I’m-free-Down- in-Easia, this is what they thought they had their mutthering ivies and their mouldhering iries in that nemcon enchelonce with the bins bugtwug their teffs^ the missledhropes ^ glitteraglatteraglutt^ borne by their uninformed or misinformed tales. - Proclaim from your strawnummical modesty! Yes, there was patch at all befit them unless that. Bona- fieries! With their deepbrow fundigs and the poor old MacAdoo