By track of the troops and trail that was strange
Down donga and drift, past koppie and stone,
We galloped while daylight should last all alone.
And thankful enough, God wot, too was I,
To be free from the Zulu and his company.
Babinango to northward, and south by the map
Must be Umblabankosi through yon azure gap.
“Half-way, my tough garron, half-way! We shall do
If the next merry moiety you’ll travel so!”
I groomed his hot legs with the African herb