"Truly," quoth he, after a time, "I think yon fellow is a certain young miller I have seen now and then around the edge of Sherwood; a poor wight, methinks, to spoil a good song about." "Now thou speakest of him," quoth Robin Hood, "methinks I myself have seen him now and then.

Hath he not a mill over beyond Nottingham Town, nigh to the Salisbury road ?" "Thou art right; that is the man," said Little John.
"A good stout fellow," quoth Robin.

"I saw him crack Ned o' Bradford's crown about a fortnight since, and never saw I hair lifted more neatly in all my life before." By this time the young miller had come so near that they could see him clearly.

His clothes were dusted with flour, and over his back he carried a great sack of meal, bending so as to bring the whole weight upon his shoulders, and across the sack was a thick quarterstaff.

His limbs were stout and strong, and he strode along the dusty road right sturdily with the heavy sack across his shoulders.