"Another beauty of this country is to be found in the fields, -- now of the deep-red clover, with its shining crimson tops, now of the gay and brilliant saintfoin (the holy hay), the bright pink of whose flowery spikes gives to the ground the look of a bed of roses."
"There were also six saintfoin plants, which I found the General valued highly."
"Etampes, it is a continued plain of corn, and saintfoin, tolerably good, sometimes gray, sometimes red."