Caste of Draymen

The fellow who had halted the auctioneer was plainly clad, in a simple brown tunic, and was surely of low caste, perhaps of the peasants, or a drayman of sorts.
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 491

"In the sales last night," said a man suddenly, "a fellow, a drayman or tarnster I think, gave five gold pieces for a slave!"
Prize of Gor     Book 27     Page 506

Several days ago we had begun to disrupt the supply lines of the enemy, striking at supply trains, frightening away draymen, dealing with guards, overturning and burning wagons, seizing stores, and discarding what we could not carry. Our work was often marked by hundreds of birds alighting on the spilled stores, who would soon compete with returning draymen, who would gather what rice they could and carry it away to their villages, where it might be concealed from the tax collectors of Lord Yamada.
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Many of the scattered draymen were visible in the fields, several yards off, watching us. This was not unusual.
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I had ordered draymen to be driven from the wagons if necessary, but, insofar as possible to be left unharmed.

Indeed, it was my hope that local peasantries, from which the draymen would be impressed, might eventually be recruited as allies.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 91

Commonly we had little difficulty with local peasantries, from which draymen would be drawn. Indeed, we had often received pertinent intelligences from them. Several had proved invaluable in locating rice, in notifying us of supply trains, the times, the routes, the number of guards, and such. Indeed, I did not doubt but what many of the peasants watching from the fields were no more enamored of the policies and practices of Lord Yamada than the fellows who scouted and spied for us.
Rebels of Gor     Book 33     Page 92


I now heard a protestive bellowing from our beasts. I feared that Tullius Quintus, whom I supposed was not a drayman, might drive them to their death. Surely the pounding thunder that had previously marked our pace had become less assured, more erratic. "On!" cried Tullius Quintus. "On!" There were more strikings from the drive wand, now delivered savagely, again and again.
Plunder of Gor     Book 34     Page 173