"In color the shell was deep cream, touched here and there with fading pink. Between the point, worn away into a little hole, and the pink lips of the mouth, lay eighteen inches of shell with a slight spiral twist and covered with a delicate, embossed pattern. pg. 16
"We spread round. I crept, on hands and knees. The spears fell out because they hadn't barbs on. The pig ran away and made an awful noise""It turned back and ran into the circle, bleeding" pg.
"you got your small fire alright"pg.44
"I bet if i blew the conch this minute they would come running."