Piln-GOI, the black boy, had wandered up the creek.
"Tropic Days"
E. J. Banfield
If we could only have reached the water our best plan would have been to get into it and follow its windings up the ravine; but even Pincher could hardly squeeze and burrow through the impenetrable fence of matapo and GOI, which were woven together by fibres of a thorny creeper called "a lawyer" by the shepherds.
"Station Amusements"
Lady Barker