| on the bummell, the bugganeering wanderducken, he sazd, (that | 1 |
| his pumps may ship awhoyle shandymound of the dussard), the | 2 |
| coarsehair highsaydighsayman, there's nice tugs he looks, (how | 3 |
| you was, Ship Alouset?) he sazd, the bloedaxe bloodooth baltxe- | 4 |
| bec, that is crupping into our raw lenguage navel through the | 5 |
| lumbsmall of his hawsehole, he sazd, donconfounder him, voyag- | 6 |
| ing after maidens, belly jonah hunting the polly joans, and the | 7 |
| hurss of all portnoysers befaddle him, he sazd, till I split in his flags, | 8 |
| he sazd, one to one, the landslewder, after Donnerbruch fire. | 9 |
| Reefer was a wenchman. One can smell off his wetsments how he | 10 |
| is coming from a beach of promisck. Where is that old muttiny, | 11 |
| shall I ask? Free kicks he will have from me, turncoats, in Bar | 12 |
| Bartley if I wars a fewd years ago. Meistr Capteen Gaascooker, a | 13 |
| salestrimmer! As he was soampling me ledder, like pulp, and as | 14 |
| I was trailing his fumbelums, like hulp, he'll fell the fall of me | 15 |
| faus, he sazd, like yulp! The goragorridgorballyed pushkalsson, | 16 |
| he sazd, with his bellows pockets fulled of potchtatos and his fox | 17 |
| in a stomach, a disagrees to his ramskew coddlelecherskithers' | 18 |
| zirkuvs, drop down dead and deaf, and there is never a teilwrmans | 19 |
| in the feof fife of Iseland or in the wholeabelongd of Skunkinabory | 20 |
| from Drumadunderry till the rumnants of Mecckrass, could milk | 21 |
| a colt in thrushes foran furrow follower width that a hole in his | 22 |
| tale and that hell of a hull of a hill of a camelump bakk. Fadgest- | 23 |
| fudgist! | 24 |
| Upon this dry call of selenium cell (that horn of lunghalloon, | 25 |
| Riland's in peril!) with its doomed crack of the old damn ukonnen | 26 |
| power insound in it the lord of the saloom, as if for a flash sala- | 27 |
| magunnded himself, listed his tummelumpsk pack and hearinat | 28 |
| presently returned him, ambilaterally alleyeoneyesed, from their | 29 |
| uppletoned layir to his beforetime guests, that bunch of palers on | 30 |
| their round, timemarching and petrolling how, who if they were | 31 |
| abound to loose a laugh (Toni Lampi, you booraascal!) they were | 32 |
| abooned to let it as the leashed they might do when they felt (O, | 33 |
| the wolf he's on the walk, sees his sham cram bokk!) their joke | 34 |
| was coming home to them, the steerage way for stabling, ghus- | 35 |
| torily spoeking, gen and gang, dane and dare, like the dud spuk | 36 |