Aware of some confusion on the matter of a series of unusual events, amongst numerous others - a clattering go made against Gauntlet Bridge to the south of Low Ground. The gone stoppers of the where and the when, with a gonner big stop known more than less as come from Jenkins Bank. Odder than not, it might have been a means of giving them ease, although none of them took notice of a need to have, along with the gonner big stop for some reason, until the boomer struck. A meedling man and a new come one at that, of what seemed much less than more, caught hard in need, of more than was less to be given out but wanting too, with a hopple and a crump, funny peculiar more than ha ha. At the same time he was such a confused, muddle headed fellow. Go look, it was language of a sort and only fitting for the man who could give no clear account of things, though it might have suited a meedler to whistle the hooblayong. Lost, as it was in the long held kelter, giving only slight and fleeting impressions as strange as seen elsewhere and otherwise. It was a long gone memory, not much able to retain what it had or even able to call down Cornelius Karp from over the mubbellongong, someone who would understand, someone else, from somewhere else, a finker, as well as a squealer. For want of something better, it would be as a jack to a fudder, with some things taken too late and some taken too soon, a racket in boodles of learned about substance, of occasional confusion, in curious places from words and from ideas, hauled on in, sudden time quick from the loose bound scrawlings of an earlier gone boomercumlingo - able to move sounds with the Hobhole Drain and to make diversions of a legger off sort. Each of them was reckoned to find out down which road joono did go for which purpose each and the other set off with old Moolas and watched him close; each of them proceeded by certain followgone rules. And each of them found the exact leading path to a crick at the foot of a batter but then, such as each and the other would, there was a sharp time and quick, leaving off with a whack of a heel, in the hang of a word, joomers jooming, more and not less.