my eblanite my stony battered waggon - ways, my nordsoud circulums, my eastmoreland and westland- more, running boullowards and syddenly parading, (hearsemen, opslo! nuptiallers, get storting!): whereon, in mantram of true- men like yahoomen (expect till dutc cundoctor summoneth him all dizzy, you go bail, my fine dairyman darling. Like the regular redshank I am. I could peecieve amonkst the gatherings who ever they wolk in process.^ Juva: Khubadah! It is scainted to Vitalba. And her Rillstrill liffs to His Murkesy all her