See you got fresh comp'ny, she said politesome, but there was a furyin' dingo bitch in her eyes. […] They bartered fair an' never spoke knuckly like savages at Honokaa, but politesome speakin' it draws a line b'tween you what says, I respect you well 'nuff but you an' I ain't kin, so don't you step over this line, yay?"

The next Day being Sunday, call'd by the Natives of this Country Maze Sunday, (and indeed not without some Reason, for the People look'd as if they were gallied) […]

To eradicate that error, already but too deeply imbibed, to subdue and triumph over human infirmity, was indeed difficult, but to Rosilia a derogation from virtue was still more so.

His trust in God was exemplified in his constant peacefulness and freedom from all concern on the question of supplies, no matter how unassuring the outlook happened to be.