The walls were hoared and furred with the moist scorching steam of
their desolation.　Even as before a gun is shot off, a stinking smoke funnels
out and prepares the way for　him, so before any gave up the ghost, death,
arrayed in a stinking smoke, stopped his　nostrils and crammed itself full into
his mouth that closed up his fellow’s eyes, to give　him warning to prepare
for his funeral.