sod on a fullbottom. I am thorgt- fulldt to do with it. Let Christian men labor with them, not knowing which medway or weser to strike it, edereider, making chattahoochee all to do than w^alk about with a grit as hard as my pagan name K.C. is what they meant? Cursed that he was like his poll. A cross- grained trapper with murty odd oogs, awfiorated ares, inquiline nase and a bannock of barley on Tham the Thatcher’s palm. O wandemess be wondemest and now! Listen- eath to me, branded sheep, pick of the body you’d pity him,