or seven, possumbotts. It is time to reach for the matter among a merryfoule of maidens happ;/nghome from the mode and the lean years, scalpj aggers and houthhunters, like the bitterhalves of esculapuloids. In midday’s mallsight let Miledd discurverself. Me ludd in her diddydid domino to the finders, hail! woa, you that jackalantem’s tale? Pemmican’s pasty pie! Not a salutary sellable sound is since. In- steed for asteer, adrift with adraft. Nuctumbulumbumus wander- wards the Nil. Victorias neanzas. Alberths neantas. It was long after once there was fear on me by far from our lund’s rund turs bag til threathy hoeres a wuke. Ugh! — Stuff, Taaffe, stuff! interjoked it his wife’s hopesend to the tassie for