In the pack-saddles, which the donkey bore, they also found about three pots of durra, a few fistfuls of salt, and a bunch of dried manioc roots.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Beneath an oriel window facing south Through which the unniggard sun poured morning streams, I daily stood and laughing drank the beams, And, catching fistfuls, pressed them in my mouth.
"Poems of West & East"
Vita Sackville-West