“Goloane is going to fight; He departs with Letsie. He runs to the enemy, Him against whom they murmur, Him whom they will never obey. They insult his little red shield; And yet it is the old shield Of the ox of Tane. What has not Mosheth just said? Cease to defy Goloane the veteran. However this may be, there are horses coming; Goloane brings back from the battle A grey horse and a red one; These will return no more to their masters. The ox without horns will not be restored. To-day war has broken out More fiercely than ever; It is the war of Butsani and the Masetelis. A servant of Mohato, Goloane has hurled a piece of rock; He has hit the warrior with the tawny shield. Do you see the cowardly companions of this overthrown warrior Standing motionless near the rock? Why can their brother not go and take away The plumes with which they have adorned their heads? Goloane, thy praises are like the thick haze Which precedes the rain: Thy songs of triumph are heard in the mountains; They go down to the valleys Where the enemy knelt before The cowardly warriors!... They pray!... They beg that food may be given to them-- They will see who will give them any. Give to our allies, To the warriors of Makaba; To those whom we never see come to attack us. Goloane returns lame from the strife; He returns, and his leg is streaming; A torrent of dark blood Escapes from the leg of the hero. The companion of Rantsoafi Seizes an heifer by the shoulder; It is Goloane, the son of Makao, Descendant of Molise. Let no one utter any more insolence! Ramakamane complains-- He groans--he says that his heifer Has broken his white shoulder. The companion of the brave Goloane has contended with Empapang and Kabane. The javelin is flung! Goloane avoids it skilfully, And the dart of Rabane Is buried in the earth!” Here is another in which a warrior having fought his country’s battles thinks it not unbecoming to be his own trumpeter: