Every day a Gobbling negro To his place the old man carried; Very feeble and exhausted Did he seem-but still he tarried.
"A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems"
A. B. S. Tennyson
And pampered Turks lived by his side, With Gobbling negroes bloodshot-eyed, And hags with mouths impure.
"A Legend of Old Persia and Other Poems"
A. B. S. Tennyson
On reaching a river they climb to some neighbouring height, where they remain for a day or two to consult apparently as to the best means of getting across: on such occasions the males making a loud Gobbling noise, strutting about looking very important, as if about to perform some heroic action.
"With Axe and Rifle"
W.H.G. Kingston