Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay; It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the Alice May. And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum; Then Here, said I, with a sudden cry, is my cre-ma-tor-eum.

We convinced him with our skillful arguments and supporting evidence.

I will subscribe him a coward.

I have a terrible sense of direction so I daren't go anywhere without my GPS