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I sat at noontide in my tent	A
And looked across the Desert dun	B
Beneath the cloudless firmament	A
Far gleaming in the sun	B
When from the bosom of the waste	A
A swarthy Stripling came in haste	A
With foot unshod and naked limb	C
And a tame springbok followed him	C
	-
With open aspect frank yet bland	A
And with a modest mien he stood	A
Caressing with a gentle hand	A
That beast of gentle brood	A
Then meekly gazing in my face	D
Said in the language of his race	D
With smiling look yet pensive tone	E
quot Stranger I'm in the world alone quot	A
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quot Poor boy quot I said quot thy native home	F
Lies far beyond the Stormberg blue	G
Why hast thou left it boy to roam	F
This desolate Karroo quot	A
His face grew sadder while I spoke	H
The smile forsook it and he broke	H
Short silence with a sob like sigh	I
And told his hapless history	J
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quot I have no home quot replied the boy	K
quot The Bergenaars by night they came	L
And raised their wolfish howl of joy	K
While o'er our huts the flame	L
Resistless rushed and aye their yell	M
Pealed louder as our warriors fell	M
In helpless heaps beneath their shot	A
One living man they left us not	A
	-
quot The slaughter o'er they gave the slain	N
To feast the foul beaked birds of prey	O
And with our herds across the plain	N
They hurried us away	O
The widowed mothers and their brood	A
Oft in despair for drink and food	A
We vainly cried they heeded not	A
But with sharp lash the captive smote	A
	-
quot Three days we tracked that dreary wild	A
Where thirst and anguish pressed us sore	P
And many a mother and her child	A
Lay down to rise no more	P
Behind us on the desert brown	Q
We saw the vultures swooping down	Q
And heard as the grim night was falling	R
The wolf to his gorged comrade calling	R
	-
quot At length we heard a river sounding	R
'Midst that dry and dismal land	A
And like a troop of wild deer bounding	R
We hurried to its strand	A
Among the maddened cattle rushing	R
The crowd behind still forward pushing	R
Till in the flood our limbs were drenched	A
And the fierce rage of thirst was quenched	A
	-
quot Hoarse roaring dark the broad Gareep	S
In turbid streams was sweeping fast	A
Huge sea cows in its eddies deep	S
Loud snorting as we passed	A
But that relentless robber clan	T
Right through those waters wild and wan	U
Drove on like sheep our wearied band	A
Some never reached the farther strand	A
	-
quot All shivering from the foaming flood	A
We stood upon the stranger's ground	A
When with proud looks and gestures rude	A
The White Men gathered round	A
And there like cattle from the fold	A
By Christians we were bought and sold	A
'Midst laughter loud and looks of scorn	V
And roughly from each other torn	V
	-
quot My Mother's scream so long and shrill	W
My little Sister's wailing cry	I
In dreams I often hear them still	W
Rose wildly to the sky	I
A tiger's heart came to me then	X
And fiercely on those ruthless men	X
I sprang Alas dashed on the sand	A
Bleeding they bound me foot and hand	A
	-
quot Away away on prancing steeds	Y
The stout man stealers blithely go	Z
Through long low valleys fringed with reeds	Y
O'er mountains capped with snow	Z
Each with his captive far and fast	A
Until yon rock bound ridge we passed	A
And distant stripes of cultured soil	A2
Bespoke the land of tears and toil	A2
	-
quot And tears and toil have been my lot	A
Since I the White Man's thrall became	L
And sorer griefs I wish forgot	A
Harsh blows and scorn and shame	L
Oh Englishman thou ne'er canst know	Z
The injured bondman's bitter woe	Z
When round his breast like scorpions cling	R
Black thoughts that madden while they sting	R
	-
quot Yet this hard fate I might have borne	V
And taught in time my soul to bend	A
Had my sad yearning heart forlorn	V
But found a single friend	A
My race extinct or far removed	A
The Boor's rough brood I could have loved	A
But each to whom my bosom turned	A
Even like a hound the black boy spurned	A
	-
quot While friendless thus my master's flocks	B2
I tended on the upland waste	A
It chanced this fawn leapt from the rocks	B2
By wolfish wild dogs chased	A
I rescued it though wounded sore	P
And dabbled in its mother's gore	P
And nursed it in a cavern wild	A
Until it loved me like a child	A
	-
quot Gently I nursed it for I thought	A
Its hapless fate so like to mine	C2
By good Ut ko it was brought	A
To bid me not repine	C2
Since in this world of wrong and ill	W
One creature lived that loved me still	W
Although its dark and dazzling eye	I
Beamed not with human sympathy	J
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quot Thus lived I a lone orphan lad	A
My task the proud Boor's flocks to tend	A
And this poor fawn was all I had	A
To love or call my friend	A
When suddenly with haughty look	D2
And taunting words that tyrant took	D2
My playmate for his pampered boy	K
Who envied me my only joy	K
	-
quot High swelled my heart But when a star	E2
Of midnight gleamed I softly led	A
My bounding favourite forth and far	E2
Into the Desert fled	A
And here from human kind exiled	A
Three moons on roots and berries wild	A
I've fared and braved the beasts of prey	O
To 'scape from spoilers worse than they	O
	-
quot But yester morn a Bushman brought	A
The tidings that thy tents were near	F2
And now with hasty foot I've sought	A
Thy presence void of fear	F2
Because they say O English Chief	G2
Thou scornest not the Captive's grief	G2
Then let me serve thee as thine own	C2
For I am in the world alone quot	A
	-
Such was Marossi's touching tale	H2
Our breasts they were not made of stone	C2
His words his winning looks prevail	H2
We took him for our own '	-
And One with woman's gentle art	A
Unlocked the fountains of his heart	A
And love gushed forth till he became	L
Her Child in every thing but name	L

Thomas Pringle

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