"There can be no doubt, O vice-regent of the Prophet," replied Giaffar, "that the young man is seated in the dark, in a most dismal mood, without either wine or kabob, or aught to comfort him."
"The Pacha of Many Tales"
Captain Frederick Marryat
The kabob now made its appearance, wrapped up in thin cakes of fine wheaten flour.
"The Pacha of Many Tales"
Captain Frederick Marryat
Now he cried out: "This kabob of the cannon is cooked, and my arms are tired whilst you have talked."
"Caste"
W. A. Fraser