A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court by Mark Twain Chapter 34 Page 6

“ — yet are they clearly wholesome, the more especially when one doth assuage the asperities of their nature by admixture of the tranquilizing juice of the wayward cabbage — ”

The wild light of terror began to glow in these men’s eyes, and one of them muttered, “These be errors, every one — God hath surely smitten the mind of this farmer.” I was in miserable apprehension; I sat upon thorns.

“ — and further instancing the known truth that in the case of animals, the young, which may be called the green fruit of the creature, is the better, all confessing that when a goat is ripe, his fur doth heat and sore engame his flesh, the which defect, taken in connection with his several rancid habits, and fulsome appetites, and godless