nd his range of perambulasien did intresect with the active sphere of old Shek the Pitytaker, who straightway taken pity on him, saying, Mine own son were also just

            Alackaday, the peopel had come saying unto Shek, Put away thy sonn into thy cellar, that he be not smit in the night by one of us thy niggling naybers; for that son of thine goeth about, arunning our flocks into the sea, and smattring the eggs of our nests in his roosting with the chickens.  And Shek was sorely grievd.  And he had putted away then his son into the cellar, with much thrashening & grappling upon the steps.

            And on one day of the thereafter when that he was sitted down before his fat fine meal, there came upon Shek the trembling of a convictien, as of some urgent thing recesst & forgotten.  And in an instant a seizure wrackt him in his chair, and he rasp-ed out a cry, saying, My son!  And came he then up from his table like as a jackobox outen its cabinet, and ran he unto the cellar below, and tare away the cryptogrames that sustaint a forceofield, and breach-ed the sound barrier which blockt the door, and enterd in; and lo, the son had starv-ed dead & gone.  & so, Shek hath taken a bit of insanitum over that.  And he wane-ed thin down unto a skeletine that was in him, for evermore were he averse to victual.  Yet Death fount him undesirabol, & he livd.

            And it came to pass that Shek took pity upon this scatterd youth which remindeth him such much of Bott.  And Shek gave unto him an promisious note of an dozen milliens bushels of Kingsilver, and some pearls of the milkiway, and did set him on a throne in Astrobaster Rock.