"go quickley all of you, the teacher said,his voice low and urgent"into the bush Do you hear me Not home don't run home."(Park,60).
"more crocodiles were launching themselves of the bank. The rain, the mad current the bullets, the crocodile, the welter of arms and legs , the screams the blood...he had to get across somehow"(Park,79)
"Salva My son, my son! His body was shaking with sobs of joy, he reached up to hug Salva tightly. It has been almost nineteen years since they had last seen each other...and my mother? Salva asked, barely daring to hope. His father smiled she is back in the village."(Park,105)