The Stomach.  — the stomach is an irregular expansion of the gullit or aesophagus, and is the receptacle which receives the food when swallowed.  Its shape has been, not inaptly, likened to the Scotch bagpipe.  It will hold about 3 pints, though it is capable of considerable distension.  When moderately filled with food it measures about 12 inches in length by 4 inches in diameter at its widest end.  The walls of the stomach consist of four distinct coats, held together by fine areolar tissue, and are arranged in the following order, from within out word: the mucous, the areolar, the muscular and the serous.  The inner mucous coat is a smooth, soft, rather thick, pulpy membrane, loosely connected with the muscular coat, and secretes the gastric digestive fluid of the stomach.
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The spelling in the section definitely gave me a few runaround’s.  The spelling of areolar and mucous and a esophagus oral spells slightly differently than they are today most of the time.  Either that or my medical contexts is extremely off base which is also possible, but I do think esophagus had a more antique like spelling as the ‘a’ and the ‘e’ were actually run together in the print as if they were one letter.  I’ve seen this printing technique before but I don’t exactly understand where or why it’s used other than for words like esophagus and even Egypt, it’s almost to signify that a hard he will follow at the beginning a word that starts with the as opposed to an egg which is not pronounced ‘eeegg’ and instead ‘ehhgg’.

It’s not a real big thing, but it’s something that struck me as I was going through that section.  I’m sure somewhere in the world that spelling is perfectly normal.  New thing that caught my eye was the analogy of a Scottish bagpipe being similar to a stomach.  I’m not going to look it up as it’s a fact that I don’t really want to know I’d rather live with the mystery of it, but I suspect the bagpipes are made or lease were made from sheep stomachs or something like that anyway.  I could be completely wrong but like I said in this particular case it likely that mystery out there to savor for the rest of my days.  It almost picture myself taken a cross-country trip someday on a motorcycle, getting off my bike at the end of a long day of writing and walking into a café to order some food sitting down at the counter and removing my motorcycle sunglasses. 

I’ll engage in some benign conversation with a local and will start stock about Scottish bagpipes.  My dinner guest to be the expert in Scottish bagpipes and I won’t know anything about them.  At that point in time I can finally end the mystery and I’ll ask my dinner guest if Scottish bagpipes are actually made from sheep stomach’s. I’ll probably get a ludicrous look, maybe a guffaw, and possibly a black eye.  That’s the type of thing makes life fun!