But if you go away from well-governed states to Crito's friends in Thessaly, where there is great disorder and licence, they will be charmed to hear the tale of your escape from prison, set off with ludicrous particulars of the manner in which you were wrapped in a goatskin
or some other disguise, and metamorphosed as the manner is of runaways; but will there be no one to remind you that in your old age you were not ashamed to violate the most sacred laws from a miserable desire of a little more life?
Now he withdrew it disclosing a large goatskin purse, bulging and heavy with coins.
As she sat there this day before The Sheik's goatskin tent, fashioning a skirt of grasses for Geeka, The Sheik appeared suddenly approaching.
I also took a goatskin
of sweet black wine which had been given me by Maron, son of Euanthes, who was priest of Apollo the patron god of Ismarus, and lived within the wooded precincts of the temple.
Meanwhile the heralds were bringing the holy oath-offerings through the city--two lambs and a goatskin
of wine, the gift of earth; and Idaeus brought the mixing bowl and the cups of gold.
Here is a ragged, oriental-looking Negro from some desert place in interior Africa, filling his goatskin
with water from a stained and battered fountain built by the Romans twelve hundred years ago.
After a time he came back, bearing with him a great brown loaf of bread, and a fair, round cheese, and a goatskin
full of stout March beer, slung over his shoulders.
The Torzhok peddler woman, in a whining voice, went on offering her wares, especially a pair of goatskin
The Arabs came out of their goatskin tents, and surrounded the soldiers, asking many questions in the native tongue, for the soldiers were themselves natives.
And the wild things in the wild mountains stopped in their hunting, and trembled at this new and awful voice, while down in the desert the children of the wilderness came out of their goatskin tents and looked toward the mountains, wondering what new and savage scourge had come to devastate their flocks.
She always wore battered goatskin
shoes, and was clean in her person.
And I began to run towards the anchorage, my terrors all forgotten, while close at my side the marooned man in his goatskins
trotted easily and lightly.