Sadly, even the ‘genteel’ proletarianisms of Polly and his class are nowadays only normally heard among citizens over the age of fifty. In a few years that richly nuanced dialect will be as dead as Sanskrit.

It is to the death, said Akela. Thou hast never met the dhole—the Red Killer. Even the Striped One—¶ Aowa! Aowa! said Mowgli pettingly. I have killed one striped ape, and sure am I in my stomach that Shere Khan would have left his own mate for meat to the dhole if he had winded a pack across three ranges[…]

Then was heard the mountain torrent Swelling with a mighty current Craggy rocks and boulders o'er Like the sullen thunders' roar In the chasmous dell beneath, Hearing which the Elephant Down that perilous descent Madly plunging met his death.

In typical Darbyite fashion, Franson preached that a pretribulationist secret rapture would precede the appearance of the personal Antichrist.