Scuse me, guy. Who is this This kerl on the kopje ^|awho the joebiggar be he?^a| Forshapen like a pigmayde hoagshead. You tollerday dom donsk? N. ^|ayou You^a| talkatiff Scowegian? ^|aNn.^{a| |a}you You^a| spigotty angliss? ^|aNnn.^a| You phonio Saxo? Nnnn. 'Tis clear all so. ^|aTis a Jute. Let us swop hats & exchange a few verbs with ^|beach oach^b| either ^|b& have a tolk about the blooty ^|ccreep kreeks^c|b|.^a|

^|aJute — Jute!^a|

^|aMutt — ^|bMuch Mutts^b| pleasure.^a|

Jute — Are you Jeff?

Mutt — Someward.

Jute — You are not a jeffmute?

Mutt — No, only an utterer.

Jute — What is the mutter with you?

Mutt — I became a stummer.

Jute — What ^|aa^a| turrurrurrurrible thing to because! How?

Mutt — Aput the buttle.

Jute — Whose Poddle? Wherein?

Mutt — The Inns of Dungtarf ^|awhere Used ought to be^a|.

Jute — You are almost inedible to me. Become a little ^|amore^a| wiseable ^|aas if I were you^a|. Let me cross your

Mutt — ^|aBoohooroo! ^|bUp Urp^b| Boohooru! ^|bBoroorusurp! Booru Usurp!^b|a| I trumple ^|a|bwith wrath from rath^b|a| in ^|amy mine^a| mines
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when I rememmerem.

Jute — Let me cross your qualm with ^|agilt trinkgilt^a|. Here is coyne, a piece of ^|aoake oaks^a|.

Mutt — How I know it ^|athe ^|blivery greytecloke^b| of Cedric Silkyshag ^|bwith his hairyside out^b|a|! ^|aIt He^a| is him. ^|a|bTormentor. Thormentor.^b|a| He was poached on that eggtentical spot ^|aby. Here when the^a| the liveries. There when the missers mooney^|a, Minnikin Passe^a|.

Jute — ^|aSimply Sumply^a| because^|a, as Taciturn pretells, ^|bthe our^b| wrongstory shortener,^a| he dumptied ^|athe this^a| wholebarrow of rubbages on to soil? here?

Mutt — Just ^|alike^a| a puddingstone ^|aat inat ^|bthe brookcells of^b|a| a riverpool.

Jute — Lord ^|aLaud a marshy! Load a marshey!^{a| |a}With what Wid wad^a| for a noise like?

Mutt — Somular to a bull in a a ^|aClampturf Clompturf^a|. I could snore ^|ato him ^|bwoolseley side in,^b|a| with my owth by the neck I am sutton on, ^|aO'Flynn old Brian O'Flinn^a|.

Jute — ^|aBoiledoil to Boiledoyl & rawhony for^a| me if I
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can forestand you such a ^|anorse noise noise norse^a| as you make out of it. ^|a|bYou tell of rutterdamrott unheardof & unscene.^b| Good aftermeal! ^|bSee you doomed.^b|a|

Mutt — Rest a while. ^|aHalf a look onward Walk a look roundward^a| you will see ^|a|bhow old the plain^b| From Inn the ^|bBigning Bygning^b| to Finisthere Punct.^a| Thousand & one livestories ^|anetherfell have netherfallen^a| here. They are tombed to the mound ^|ainfas to ishges to ishges, erde from erde^a|. This ^|aearth ourth^a| is not but brickdust. He who runes may read it. But speak siftly. ^|aBe in your whisht.
Whyst?
'Tis ^|bviking viceking's^b| soil.^a|