Some were like pygmies, some had bloody noses.

Their talk consisted of feverish, breathless ejaculations,--a gibberish in which the words "rot," "oach," and "giddy" were preeminent.

Some were exciting themselves by chewing a kind of "bhang" made from the plant called pappahmint; others had their faces streaked with djam.
"But who is this they are ducking in the pool ?" asked Pi Bol.
"It is one who has foolishly and wantonly conceived that his parents have sent him here to study," said the Moo Kow; "but that is against the rules of the Stalkies, who accept study only as a punishment." "Then these be surely the 'Bander Log'-- the monkey folk--of whom the good Rhuddyidd has told us," said a Gee Gee--"the ones who have no purpose--and forget everything." "Fool!" said the Moo Kow.

"Know ye not that the great Rhuddyidd has said that the Stalkies become Major-Generals, V.C.'s, and C.B's of the English?
Truly, they are great.

Look now; ye shall see one of the greatest traits of the English Stalky." One of the pygmy Stalkies was offering a bun to a larger one, who hesitated, but took it coldly.
"Behold! it is one of the greatest traits of this mighty race not to show any emotion.