CHAPTER XXVIII.

HOW A LITTLE BURDEN MAY GROW TO BE A GRIEVOUS ONE.—STORY OF A MAN

WITH A MONKEY IN HIS HOOD.—MY TERRIBLE SUFFERING.—CONCERNING THE

AWFUL PANIC THAT SEIZED UPON THE KOLTYKWERPS.—MY VISIT TO THE

DESERTED ICE-PALACE, AND WHAT HAPPENED TO FUFFCOOJAH.—END OF HIS

BRIEF BUT STRANGE CAREER.—A FROZEN KISS ON A BLADE OF HORN, OR

HOW SCHNEEBOULE CHOSE A HUSBAND. 190