The Indians of the Orellanna, also, tell of horrible noises heard occasionally in the Paraguaxo, […] Others have endeavored to account for these discharges of mountain artillery on humbler principles; attributing them […] to the disengagement of hydrogen, produced by subterraneous beds of coal in a state of ignition.

Don't scab for the bosses / Don't listen to their lies / Us poor folks haven't got a chance / Unless we organize.

Further is this wort of two kinds, wer and wife, or male and female. The wer, or male, hath white blossoms, and the wife, or female, hath red or brown; either is beneficial and wonderlike, and they have on them wondrous virtue.

No, sir; I am referring to the sugar which we had to rerefine after the market broke, as I explained this morning.