text:  Having allowed him time to recover from what we felt must be his stupendous wonder and delight we ventured to enquire "what he thought of _that_?" Whereupon sinking his arms to the elbows in the pockets of his Petersham and doubling himself in two as if seized with a cramp in the stomach he after a short altercation with himself replied in a tone that made our very teeth to chatter--"No I never--yes--now I think on't--there is--there is one slip of wilderness in Crim Tartary as _bad_ as to _howl_ at least but this beats it out in the _whinstone_