bean-pods

Updated: May 21, 2025

By God your worship should read what I have read of Felixmarte of Hircania, how with one single backstroke he cleft five giants asunder through the middle as if they had been made of bean-pods like the little friars the children make; and another time he attacked a very great and powerful army, in which there were more than a million six hundred thousand soldiers, all armed from head to foot, and he routed them all as if they had been flocks of sheep.

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra - The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Part 12

These were about an inch and a half in breadth, and some of them not less than twelve inches in length. They were of a reddish-brown, nearly a claret colour. Except in the colour, they looked exactly like large bean-pods filled with beans. "I was not ignorant of what species of tree was before us. I had seen it before.

Mayne Reid - The Desert Home: The Adventures of a Lost Family in the Wilderness

Now and then appears a Mimosa or other tree having similar fine pinnate foliage, and thick masses of Inga border the water, from whose branches hang long bean-pods, of different shape and size according to the species, some of them a yard in length. Flowers there are very few.

Henry Walter Bates - The Naturalist on the River Amazons

By God your worship should read what I have read of Felixmarte of Hircania, how with one single backstroke he cleft five giants asunder through the middle as if they had been made of bean-pods like the little friars the children make; and another time he attacked a very great and powerful army, in which there were more than a million six hundred thousand soldiers, all armed from head to foot, and he routed them all as if they had been flocks of sheep.

Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra - The History of Don Quixote, Volume 1, Complete

I walked or waded through a number of miry little streets where all manner of refuse was in a saturated or deliquescent state cabbage-stumps and dead rats floating in the gutters, potato-peelings and bean-pods sticking to the mediaeval pitching everything slippery, nasty, and abominable.

Edward Harrison Barker - Wanderings by southern waters, eastern Aquitaine

I am no friend of his, nor he of mine; but he has warm blood in his veins. He is the only man left among them. The others, what are they?" "They are holy men," Alleyne answered gravely. "Holy men? Holy cabbages! Holy bean-pods! What do they do but live and suck in sustenance and grow fat? If that be holiness, I could show you hogs in this forest who are fit to head the calendar.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - The White Company