| ning two lay payees. Norsker. Her raven flag was out, the | 1 |
| slaver. I trow pon good, jordan's scaper, good's barnet and | 2 |
| trustyman. Crouch low, you pigeons three! Say, call that girl with | 3 |
| the tan tress awn! Call Wolfhound! Wolf of the sea. Folchu! | 4 |
| Folchu! | 5 |
    Very good now. That folklore's straight from the ass his | 6 |
| mouth. I will crusade on with the parent ship, weather prophet- | 7 |
| ting, far away from those green hills,a station, Ireton tells me, | 8 |
| bonofide for keeltappers, now to come to the midnight middy | 9 |
| on this levantine ponenter. From Daneland sailed the oxeyed | 10 |
| man, now mark well what I say. | 11 |
    Magnus Spadebeard, korsets krosser, welsher perfyddye. | 12 |
| A destroyer in our port. Signed to me with his baling scoop. Laid | 13 |
| bare his breastpaps to give suck, to suckle me. Ecce Hagios | 14 |
| Chrisman! | 15 |
    Oh, Jeyses, fluid! says the poisoned well. Futtfishy the | 16 |
| First. Hootchcopper's enkel at the navel manuvres! | 17 |
    Hep! Hello there, Bill of old Bailey! Whu's he? Whu's | 18 |
| this lad, why the pups? | 19 |
    Hunkalus Childared Easterheld. It's his lost chance, | 20 |
| Emania Ware him well. | 21 |
    Hey! Did you dream you were ating your own tripe, | 22 |
| acushla, that you tied yourself up that wrynecky fix? | 23 |
    I see now. We move in the beast circuls. Grimbarb and | 24 |
| pancercrucer! You took the words out of my mouth. A child's | 25 |
| dread for a dragon vicefather. Hillcloud encompass us! You | 26 |
| mean you lived as milky at their lyceum, couard, while you | 27 |
| learned, volp volp, to howl yourself wolfwise. Dyb! Dyb! Do | 28 |
| your best. | 29 |
    I am dob dob dobbling like old Booth's, courteous. The | 30 |
| cubs are after me, it zeebs, the whole totem pack, vuk vuk and | 31 |
| vuk vuk to them, for Robinson's shield. | 32 |
    Scents and gouspils! The animal jangs again! Find the | 33 |
| fingall harriers! Here howl me wiseacre's hat till I die of the | 34 |
| milkman's lupus! | 35 |
    What? Wolfgang? Whoah! Talk very slowe! | 36 |