midnights
`` Yet here is a milder man , also of mighty girth , like the frame of a mastodon , transparent . Your name , my friend ? '' `` John Meredith Clayton , of Delaware ! I filled my paunch of midnights with chicken soup . I arose from bed to riot in gravy . Ye who have livers and intestines , think of my fame and fate ! '' The old man sobbed as he receded , and Waples had only time to get a glimpse of the next trio before they were upon him .