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GALRAVITCHINGS Some incomprehensible intelligence must haue been ezercised from the beginning. -JonN Ger-r t77g-t839 You called them clishmaclavers your novels full of genius and spiced pies five feet wide the ingredients alive and moving with lamb old vicars chutneyed into character carrots and peas uncomfortable pies really your missives written deeply into the night burping with variousness misspellings Canadian luna moths you mistook for green imps happy phrase but to go all that way Leaping across the darkness with harps to the bewilderment of wolves waught of ocean that great swig yes into bush society it was an English harp you brought to the sovereign wilderness in r826 into upper Canada a perspicacity of tinkling china so necessary beside your telescope your bit and drap thats the miracle you cutting a sleigh track through the woods a single sleigh track 4oo miles to see the inland ocean of Huron burst upon your sight for the first time The woods flamed your brain with their millioning. Fueled by hyperbole you came as uncos as a stranger you dreamed up after writing him down a storied traveler not really here in the imperial woods with your Warden of the Forests Tigers title another of your fasheries but rather in a Greenock library where out 13