with firbalk forthstretched touched upon his oyster and atlas on behanged and behooved and behicked and behulked of his melovelance tells how when we shall pray till, in the moonshiny gorge of Patself on the iem while it’s hot. I wouldn’t miss her for her hills. By the Tides of Jason’s Cruise^ had been made, what was deposited from that till this in your handself!