- and
broad black feathers ... but in a long tyme they
would not
receave annything out of our hands,
except we cast it
downe upon the ground. The journals...
- th' comfortable,
buries th' dead an'
roasts thim aftherward. They ain't
annything it don't turn its hand to fr'm explainin' th'
docthrine iv thransubstantiation...
