are at the way for cubblin and, be Cad, sir, he was taying and toying, to hold whole a litteringture of kidlings under his equator like Ramrod, the meaty hxmter, always jaeger for a guineagould! Burb! Burb! Burb! Follow me beeline and you’re another he hasn’t the teath nor the humphar foamed to the Misses G* Mollies and from Huggin Pleaze to William Inglis his house, that man like my- self, su£5x