He took it gingerly, put it into his mouth and immediately jumped up and down.
"Hoppiesharnpoolie! Hoppiesharnpoolie!" he shouted to his brothers and sisters.

They came on the run.
"Think he means sweet salt," interpreted Rea.

"Of course these beggars never tasted sugar." The band of youngsters trooped round Jones, and after tasting the white lumps, shrieked in such delight that the braves and squaws shuffled out of the tepees.
In all his days Jones had never seen such miserable Indians.

Dirty blankets hid all their person, except straggling black hair, hungry, wolfish eyes and moccasined feet.

They crowded into the path before the cabin door and mumbled and stared and waited.