spearboy

Updated: May 18, 2025

XII. "'Where is my son? 'Go seek him there, Far on the Marar Plain, Where vultures and hyaenas hold Their orgies o'er the slain. XIII. "'We took our arms, we saddled horse, We rode the East countrie, And drove the flocks, and harried herds Betwixt the hills and sea. XIV. "'We drove the flock across the hill, The herd across the wold The poorest spearboy had returned That day, a man of gold.

Sir Richard Francis Burton - First Footsteps in East Africa