i sing of Olaf glad and big
i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbeloved colonel trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but–though an host of overjoyed noncoms(first knocking on the head him)do through icy waters roll that helplessness which others stroke with brushes recently employed anent
