Each boy stole a glance at the other and met the same look of disbelief.

Disembodied ringlets from hair that look like yours

Mark […] went up to the native camp, chuckling and distributing sticks of niki-niki, or trade tobacco, to a score of black snatching hands.

[…] it is to be remembered that a poor speller is a poor pronouncer. The ear does not mark the sound any more exactly than the eye marks the letters.