Travellers, like poets, are mostly an angry race: by falling into a daily fit of passion, I proved to the governor and his son, who were profuse in their attentions, that I was in earnest. – Richard Francis Burton
I was surrounded at the time by about a dozen of the enemy, whose clubs rattled upon me without mercy, and the strokes of my sabre were rendered uncertain by the energetic pushes of an attendant who thus hoped to save me. – Richard Francis Burton
Between 2 and 3 in the morning of the 19th inst. I was aroused by the cry that the enemy was upon us. – Richard Francis Burton
Support a compatriot against a native, however the former may blunder or plunder. – Richard Francis Burton
