Sheldon was selecting the worst characters for the lesson.
"You fella Astoa, you fella Narada, tie up that fella Billy alongside other fella same fella way." "Strong fella tie," he cautioned them.
"You fella Astoa take that fella whip.

Plenty strong big fella too much ten fella three times.

Savvee!" "No," Astoa grunted.
Sheldon picked up the rifle that had leaned against the rail, and cocked it.
"I know you, Astoa," he said calmly.

"You work along Queensland six years." "Me fella missionary," the black interrupted with deliberate insolence.
"Queensland you stop jail one fella year.

White fella master damn fool no hang you.