I Sing Out. I Could Not Help It Now

He takes about a double handful of shavings out of his grego pocket and places them carefully before the idol. Then laying a bit of ship biscuit on top, he kindled the shavings into a sacrificial blaze. All these strange antics were accompanied by still stranger guttural noises from the devote who seemed to be praying in a sing song or singing pagan psalmody. At last, extinguishing the fire, he took the idol up very unceremoniously and bagged it again as carelessly as if he werebagging a dead woodcock. And seeing him now exhibiting strong symptoms of concluding his business operations and jumping into bed with me, i