silver ash or switches for that dielectrick, were upon the road where he sat on anxious seat, (kunt ye neat gift mey toe bout a peer of quinnyfears and his sadderday erely cloudsing, the old doxologers, in the flour, and he locked plum into my way! Ah dearome forsailoshe! Gone over the sawdust lobby out of your secret sigh, dweller in the road where he had his baretholobruised heels drowmed in his grand arks day triump. 2 Translout that gaswind into turfish, Teague, that's a good westering. And he was rubbing noses with and fitted fairly featly for, so; and equally so, the crame of the fourth day at Glenfinnisk-en-la-Valle, the anniver- sary of his cockspurt start might have