In his introduction, he begins with the problem of paleonymy, the summoning up of old names in new circumstances, writing self-consciously about the form in which his text will present itself.

As he sat there with a sou'wester down over his ears, in a long pilot coat, his figure appeared in the misty morning air to assume quite supernatural proportions, and you might almost imagine that you had one of the old Vikings before you.

In or near this place is a precious liquor, or mummy, growing, Mumnaky-koobasa they call it, which none presumes to take, it being carefully preserved for the King's sole use.

When last I went she was so frabbit with me, that I really thought she wished I'd keep away.