Game played on horses

Usage examples of polo.

They went into the drawing-room in a body and found Captain Baster still talking to their mother, in the middle, indeed, of a long story illustrating his prowess in a game of polo, on two three-hundred-guinea and one three-hundred-and-fifty-guinea ponies.

Ibn Battuta lived there for seven years and, like Marco Polo before him, was appointed as an ambassador, in his case to the sultan of Delhi.

The engine telegraph clanged, and Bloodhound pivoted like a polo pony.

I think we should spend the night here, whether the Polos are inside or not.

As soon as Hunter found out that the Polos had not taken the road north, he would come right back.

Besides, if the Polos had passed through the gate, the sentries were the ones to ask.

The slave Nostril fed and curried and combed our horses to prime condition, and we Polos made conversation with other karwan journeyers.

One that had come to court before we Polos arrived was still being recounted and discussed and argued over.

So we Polos, having to go north and having no experience of travel in such terrain and conditions, had waited for the prudent others.

I saw no other Venetian traders in the city, or Genoese or Pisan or any other of our commercial rivals, but we Polos were not the only white men.

Anyway, when we Polos left Kashgar, I was still accustomed to calculating in farsakhs, so it did not much dismay me to say to myself that we had only some eight or nine hundred of them to go to Khanbalik.

Why did Ussu and Donduk, though they knew all our names and had no trouble saying them, always address us Polos indiscriminately as Ferenghi?

Meanwhile, as my father and uncle all along intended, Venice and the rest of Europe have profited from increased trade with the East, a trade much facilitated by the copies of all our maps of the Silk Road which we Polos brought home from there.

She and the leading nobles of her company and the three envoys from Persia and we three Polos and most of the Khanbalik court all sat down with Kubilai to a farewell banquet in the same vast chamber where we had enjoyed our welcoming banquet so long before.

Marco Polo wrote of vendors hawking threads of sweetened ginger on Chinese streets.