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got a long letter from the four big girls--Harrimans, Averill Draper In reply to which I fell into doggerrell lik e the rest
of the party--a copy of which I send you strictly for home private consumption-- The true Story of J. B. Behring Sea John
B. Burroughs he Said he could never like Behring Sea And said it most doleful A whole rhyming soulful Moaning it Groaning
it Patheticallee It's big its blue, he said And has whales a crew, he said Of sea loins seals That splash merry reels
With queer ravings wrangles-- Contortious, Contangles, But its waves won't keep level, They keep only mad revel, And alas--my
interior Grows queerior queerior The thing's shaking all over And its kelp its not clover And its seals its whales And
its gulls its gales Care nothing whatever for Slabsides or me. 07194