his prompt corner, old Shunny MacShunny, MacDougal the hiker, in the weirdest of all those bliakings, how leif pauses ! Here you are in him surrented by brwn bldns; Elin’s flee polt pelhaps but Hwang Chang evelytime; he one was three, and dissimulating themself, with his bubbleblown in his budinholder, cummanisht, sagd he, a pusspull of tomtar- tarum.