The corpus of related texts tells us that within rural society it was not improbable for your neighbour's envy of your fine cattle to take the form of a mara.
Igins was studying the habits of a capuchin caterpillar, that, like his betters, was sleepily eating his way through existence on the leaf of a cabbage in the garden […]
When I heard your cry and ran forward, and saw your head twisted half-off and your stohwassers kickin' in the air, I thought we were one short.
His wife is a fine looking woman, ladily and dignified in her expression and bearing.[…]She sent me some tea-cakes by her grandma, Mrs. Cartwright, an energetic, kind hearted, sensible and ladily woman.
