Upon this princely territory the farmer lets loose, in the most disrespectful manner, droves of bullocks, and cows, and horses, and flocks of sheep.

Should his lease permit him, he cultivates a square league or so, and sows it with wheat.

When harvest-time arrives, down from the mountains troop a thousand or twelve hundred peasants, who overrun the prince's land in the farmer's service.

The corn is reaped, threshed in the open field, put into sacks, and carted away.

The prince sees it go by, as he stands on his princely balcony.