Oxen as witnesses.1
IN a certain hill district there lived a householder, to whom, after his marriage, a daughter was born. He was a tiller of the soil, and ploughed his corn-field himself.
The orphan son of a householder, who was bringing a load of wood from the forest, happened to draw near to that corn-field one day. And he threw down the wood he was carrying, rested awhile, and then said, " 0 uncle, why do you plough yourself? You must certainly have village affairs to look after. Why, then, do you work like a forester in the forest?"