There are undoubtedly facts, which, may come to their knowledge by means of their connexion with the ſecretary of ſtate, reſpecting which they cannot anſwer.

[…]the good Reverend was dressed only in a pair of black church boots, and then he was running from the tent, from the crowd, a pretty young girl running out the tent and after, a step or two behind him, without even the black church boots, and then the bluegreen alligator, jaws snapping at high-stepping heels, then the awestruck congregation giving chase[…]the alligator hungry for the tang of girlmeat, or so it seemed, the girl just running for her life[…]

His face was so ghastly that it could scarcely be recognized.

Shampooing, as employed in Japan, is not exactly the vigorous breakbone manipulation of the Turks at the namman, and which makes one imagine that every joint in the body must have been dislocated.