He took the seeds of the ægilops ovata, a rough grass, native of Southern France and Italy, and after twelve successive years’ cultivation it became perfect wheat, and not a single plant ever reverted to its former ægilopic character.

The manual might have been instructional had anybody actually taken the time to read it.

[…] Nay by my faith, if you be so heavy, I will content me with the best of you, and that's the haunch and the nombles, and e'en heave up the rest on the old oak-tree yonder, and come for it with one of the yauds.

Go flatter Sawney for his jockeyship.