stone allaughing down to grave clothnails and
a league of archers, fools and lurchers under
the rude rule of fumb. What signifieth whole
that 3 but, be all the prowess of ten, 'tis as
strange to relate he, nonparile to rede, rite and
reckan, caught allmeals dullmarks for his
nucleuds and alegobrew. They wouldn't took
bearings no how anywheres. O them dodd-
hunters and allanights, aabs and baas for
agnomes, yees and zees for incognits, bate
him up jerrybly! Worse nor herman doror-
rhea. Give you the fantods, seemed to him.