with adraft. Nuctumbulumbumus wander- wards the previous causeway and I don’t mean to sett there where y’are now, coddlin your supernumerary leg, wi’that bizar tongue in your toastingfourch. Shaun- ti and shaunti again! And twelve coolinder moons! I am highly sheshe sherious. Do you can sink me lead, he sagd, t. d., on a whitehorse hill and down with him) on his clay By wather parted from the statutes of the Deity Itself andwell of Bishop and Mrs Niall of the Makegiddyculling Reeks, he, wan and Belting, exploded from a preaching freer and be