Swartboy took a leading part in this conversation, as he was better acquainted with the subject than any of them.

It was far from being the first flight of locusts Swartboy had seen, and many a bushel of them had he eaten.

It was natural to suppose, therefore, that he knew a good deal about them.
He knew not whence they came.

That was a point about which Swartboy had never troubled himself.

The learned Hans offered an explanation of their origin.
"They come from the desert," said he.