At any rate I passed a few remarks calculated to wither the by this time a little nervous Ubermensch; got up, put on some enormous sabots (which I had purchased from a horrid little boy whom the French Government had arrested with his parent, for some cause unknown–which horrid little boy told me that he had ‘found’ the sabots ‘in a train’ on the way to La Ferte) shook myself into my fur coat, and banged as noisemakingly as I knew how over to One-Eyed Dahveed’s paillasse, where Mexique joined us. ‘It is useless to sleep, ’ said One-Eyed Dah-veed in French and Spanish. ‘True, ’ I agreed, ‘therefore let’s make all the noise we can