That which can't be crushed isn't the trees, it's ground." "Don't you trust to that," said Fourchon to his son-in-law; "you own property." "Those rich folks must love you," continued Vermichel, "for they think of nothing else from morning till night! They are saying to themselves now like this: 'Their cattle eat up our pastures; we'll seize their cattle; they can't eat grass themselves.' You've all been condemned, the warrants are out, and they have told our ape to take your cows.

We are to begin this morning at Conches by seizing old mother Bonnebault's cow and Godin's cow and Mitant's cow." The moment the name of Bonnebault was mentioned, Marie, who was in love with the old woman's grandson, sprang into the vineyard with a nod to her father and mother.

She slipped like an eel through a break in the hedge, and was off on the way to Conches with the speed of a hunted hare.
"They'll do so much," remarked Tonsard, tranquilly, "that they'll get their bones broken; and that will be a pity, for their mothers can't make them any new ones." "Well, perhaps so," said old Fourchon, "but see here, Vermichel, I can't go with you for an hour or more, for I have important business at the chateau." "More important than serving three warrants at five sous each?
'You shouldn't spit into the vintage,' as Father Noah says." "I tell you, Vermichel, that my business requires me to go to the chateau des Aigues," repeated the old man, with an air of laughable self-importance.
"And anyhow," said Mam Tonsard, "my father had better keep out of the way.

Do you really mean to find the cows ?" "Monsieur Brunet, who is a very good fellow, would much rather find nothing but their dung," answered Vermichel.

"A man who is obliged to be out and about day and night had better be careful." "If he is, he has good reason to be," said Tonsard, sententiously.
"So," continued Vermichel, "he said to Monsieur Michaud, 'I'll go as soon as the court is up.' If he had wanted to find the cows he'd have gone at seven o'clock in the morning.