There were now one man, two of his wives, an old woman, and eight children, and the tiny baby.
All fear had vanished, and they seemed certain that no harm was likely to come to them.
The man was a good-looking, strongly built native with fine honest eyes.
The women were comely and the children positively handsome.

I have never seen such a healthy, fine-eyed, well-built assortment of childhood, ranging all the way from three months up to eight or nine years of age.
He was the president of the Anti-Race Suicide Club.

We gave them all presents--beads to the children and brass wire to the women.

We also made up a little fund of rupees for the baby, although money seemed to mean nothing to any of them.

They had never seen white men before and probably knew nothing of metal money.