The mysterious and inexplicable part of the affair was their pursuit of the girl.

In this pursuit the Kogmollocks had come far beyond the southernmost boundary of their hunting grounds.

Philip was sufficiently acquainted with the Eskimos to know that in their veins ran very little of the red-blooded passion of the white man.

Matehood was more of a necessity imposed by nature than a joy in their existence, and it was impossible for him to believe that even Celie Armin's beauty had roused the desire for possession among them.
His attention turned to the gathering of the storm.

The amazing swiftness with which the gray day was turning into the dark gloom of night fascinated him and he almost called to Celie that she might look upon the phenomenon with him.