Parte,  Chap.

1   I,     XXVII|     the tail of a clay-red ox.~ ~They took leave of all,
2  II,         X| into the bristles of a red ox's tail, and in short, all
3  II,        XX|  Sancho's eyes was a whole ox spitted on a whole elm tree,
4  II,        XX| the capacious belly of the ox were a dozen soft little
5  II,      XXII|  perhaps I'd say now, 'The ox that's loose licks himself
6  II,      XLII|    himself as large as the ox; if thou dost, the recollection