She my trap queen, let her hit the bando / We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

[…] I discovered this particular one to be merely a shallow recess in the limestone, nowhere reëntrant to a distance of over forty feet, of the general proportions of a tin oven, and transacting an immense business of mystery (or what they call, as far west as this, Shenandigan and Scullduggery) with those who gape at it from below, on the capital of a dark, overgrown portal, as big as the cave itself.

The lake is extremely deep.

whatsoever man […] be scurvy or scabbed