I don't mind moskeeters in moderation, but when they roost on my eyelids and make 'em so heavy I can't open 'em, then I'm ready to swear.

But I couldn't get even that relief, because every time I unbattened my mouth a million or so flew in and choked me.
That's what I said--a million.

Some moskeeters are fat, but these don't get a square meal often enough to be anything but hide-racks filled with cussedness.

Moskeeters! My godfreys domino!" Ezra was no longer assistant lightkeeper.

He and his superior had quarreled two days before.