Travels and Adventures in Southern Africa, Том 1Henry Colburn, 1827 - 880 стор. |
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accompanied Algoa Bay animals appeared Arend arrival assagais banks Barolong Bechuana Bechuana tribes boor's boors Burchell bushes Bushmen Caffer tribes called CANGO Cape Town cattle cavern chief colonists Colony commando countrymen Cradock Delagoa Bay desert distance districts Drostdy enemy excursion farther feet fire Fish River flocks frontier Gariep Graaff-Reinet Graham's Town Griqua Town ground Hartebeest horde horses Hottentots hyænas inhabitants invaders journey Karroo king Knysna Koranna kraal Kuruman Landdrost Lattakoo lions Mantatees Matclhapees Mateebè Melvill MELVILL'S NARRATIVE miles missionaries Moffat morning mountains natives neighbouring night o'clock ourselves party passed Peclu PEETSHO plains plunder Port Elizabeth proceeded rain reached residence ride rode route savage scarcely scenery seemed settlers Sneeuwberg soon Southern Africa spot springboks Swellendam t'oa tain Tambookies Teysho tion travellers Uitenhage Veld-Cornet village waggon warriors Waterboer wild women yards Zak River Zoola
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Сторінка 419 - Hath rarely crossed with his roving clan : A region of emptiness, howling and drear, Which Man hath abandoned from famine and fear ; Which the snake and the lizard inhabit alone, With the twilight bat from the...
Сторінка 417 - Afar in the Desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: When the wild turmoil of this wearisome life, With its scenes of oppression, corruption, and strife — The...
Сторінка 416 - AFAR in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side: When the sorrows of life the soul o'ercast, And, sick of the present, I cling to...
Сторінка 417 - Attachments by fate or falsehood reft; Companions of early days lost or left; And my native land, whose magical name Thrills to the heart like electric flame; The home of my childhood; the haunts of my prime; All the passions and scenes of that rapturous time When the feelings were young, and the world was new, Like the fresh bowers of Eden unfolding to view; All, all now forsaken, forgotten, foregone!
Сторінка 420 - Spread — void of living sight or sound. And here, while the night-winds round me sigh, And the stars burn bright in the midnight sky. As I sit apart by the desert stone, Like Elijah at Horeb's cave alone, "A still small voice...
Сторінка 418 - In the fen where the wild ass is drinking his fill. Afar in the desert I love to ride, With the silent Bush-boy alone by my side. O'er the brown karroo, where the bleating cry Of the springbok's fawn sounds plaintively: And the timorous quagga's shrill whistling neigh Is heard by the fountain at twilight gray; Where the zebra wantonly tosses his mane. With wild hoof scouring the desolate plain...
Сторінка 347 - he has no gratitude™!'' » II. THE CAFFER. Lo ! where he crouches by the cleugh's dark side, Eyeing the farmer's lowing herds afar ; Impatient watching till the Evening Star Lead forth the Twilight dim, that he may glide Like panther to the prey. With freeborn pride He scorns the herdsman, nor regards the scar Of recent wound — but burnishes for war His assagai and targe of buffalo-hide.
Сторінка 418 - Oh, then there is freedom, and joy, and pride, Afar in the desert alone to ride ! There is rapture to vault on the champing steed, And to bound away with the eagle's speed, With the death-fraught firelock...
Сторінка 443 - ... us. Their bodies were wasted by famine to mere skin and bone. One of them was apparently far advanced in years. The other was rather a young woman, but a cripple. An infant lay in her naked lap, wasted like herself to a skeleton, which every now and then applied its little mouth alternately to the shrivelled breasts of its dying mother. Before them stood a wooden vessel, containing merely a few spoonfuls of muddy water.