BUSHMAN MENACINGS. jt 
Starts at the breeze—the herald of his fear, 
While his quick hand convulsive grasps the spear. 
Such his best hours of ease; and thus are sped 
Whole days of danger—nights of ceaseless dread. 
Yet would he leave the scenes where childhood grew,’ 
And where (sad boon!) his early breath he drew ? 
No! proffer all you value, but in vain 
You try to lure him from his native plain : 
Though wrung by fear and famine, yet afar 
Pleased unrestrain’d to tune his wild gorah, 
He roams contented, nor e’er dreams, than this, 
Earth can impart a higher share of bliss. 
Say, then, what spell within a scene so rude 
Can bind the savage to his solitude ? 
What mighty talisman can make him scorn 
Lean want, pale terror, and the heedless storm ? 
Search well the heart, it lies, where’er we roam, 
In the warm charms of freedom and of home.” 
J.C. C. 
Sparmann, who travelled through this country in 
1773, mentions having been assured by many of the 
colonists, that their Bushmen of either sex, used in 
stormy weather to abuse the thunder with the words 
“f guzert, t gaunatsi,’ sorcerer, imp, and other 
reproachful expressions; and at the same time, 
with their shoes, or anything else that was at 
hand, menace in a furious manner, and bid defiance 
to the flashes of lightning and peals of thunder 
that exploded over their heads. In allusion to this, 
Mr. Rose remarks,—“ Imagine the pigmy wretches, 
of unearthly ugliness, standing at the mouth of 
their cavern, watching the gathering tempest, as 
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