The institution of a college of heralds and the fecial law, were proofs of a people considerably advanced in the cultivation of the law of nations as a science; and yet with what little attention they were accustomed to listen to the voice of justice and humanity, […]

All about me the Red Weed clambered among the ruins, writhing to get above me in the dim. Night, the Mother of Fear and Mystery, was coming upon me.

Unlike the other Severitus fanfics analysed in this chapter, there is not a simple progression from dislike to affection and family feeling.

The loggers wore hickory shirts.