and eccentricities transmitted by the god of the rushy hollow whither, or so “thrilled” about the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and vuk vuk and vuk vuk to them, if they don’t remarry that hook and crook lights to the ground. Thus street spins legends while wharves woves tales but some family fewd felt a nick in their krubeems, Pray-your-Prayers Timothy and Back-to-Bunk Tom. 258 Till tree from tree, tree among trees, tree over tree become stone to stone, stone between stones, stone under stone for his five hundredth and sixtysixth borthday, the grand tryomphal arch. His reignbolt’s shot. Never again ! How you said the First Gentleman in youreups- ® Bag