Note 1 — Chapter xvi · THE LUNARY COPRIS; THE BISON ONITIS
Alexander Teixeira de Mattos translation
In the good old days, the tiller of the soil, the peasant, the backbone of the nation, found that a numerous family added to his wealth. All used to work and bring their bit of bread to the frugal repast. While the eldest drove the team afield, the youngest, clad in his first pair of breeches, took the brood of Ducklings to the pond.1