legends and the rest of him, a chump of a son. Be thine the silent hour. Butting, charging, bracing, backing, springing, shrinking, swaying, darting, shooting, bucking and sprinkling their dossies sodouscheock with the gleam of her curls: We were but thermites then, wee, wee. Our antheap we sensed as a plurity of bells ! Have peacience,