Jim stopped running and took his first job as a cowboy: trail hand on a cattle drive to Montana.

Tu-Kila-Kila lifted himself up in his thrasonic mood.

[T]hey never could see the Missionaries dispose of their legs in the attitude of kneeling, or hear them begin a hymn in chorus, without bursting into roars of irrepressible laughter. It is much to be hoped that no member of this facetious tribe may ever find his way to England and get committed for contempt of Court.

The kissing-bunch, of berried holly hung with bright and glittering things, spun slowly over Mrs Morel's head as she trimmed her little tarts in the kitchen. Penguin 2006, p. 104: