So we galloped thither in hot haste, and when we got there not a trace of the forest was to be seen.

At last I asked a maize-reaper I fell in with, where on earth the Talpadi forest was?
Over there, said he, pointing to a spot where some fifty birch-trees were withering in the sand like so many broomsticks, all set nicely in a row.

And that, if you please, was the Talpadi forest which I had planted at a very great cost! You had better tell the man to plant out a few more broomsticks if he wants me to see my forest in the future." "This, again, is the account of the miller of Tarisa.

He always mixes bran with his meal." "Let him alone; he has a pretty wife." "Pretty, but bad, your honour." Upon this moral observation, Master Jock thought fit to make the following philosophical commentary:-- "My friend, bad women are a necessity in this world.

For inasmuch as there are dissolute men, it is needful that there should be dissolute women also, for otherwise the dissolute men would of necessity cast their eyes upon the virtuous women.