But this insult is whittled down to a point only.' But now comes the greatest joke of the dream, Flask.

While I was battering away at the pyramid, a sort of badger-haired old merman, with a hump on his back, takes me by the shoulders, and slews me round.

'What are you 'bout ?' says he.

Slid! man, but I was frightened.

Such a phiz! But, somehow, next moment I was over the fright.