He pointed to a wound in his head. ‘There are some foreigners here.’ He led us to a group of blackamoors sitting in a beer-shop. The flames were climbing up the hillside steadily. Plainly it ...
parading across Africa upon the bowed backs of blackamoors. Behind H. R. H. tramped a paunchy male, clad in striped trousers and cutaway coat, waving a Union Jack, and representing (according to t ...
Unable to find a gun-toting Warren County farmer guarding his blackamoors when he got there, keen James Keen sim ply persuaded a visitor from Atlanta to put on a shabby shirt and pants ...