Ralph Stock, South of the Line — The Mascot (1922)
“ Never for a moment did the rhythmical plash of the paddle falter. "Joni——" The attendant had more than half expected it. The mascot was upon him, a large, soft, ineffectual man, whom he forced gently back on to his pile of mats in the bottom of the canoe like a refractory infant. "Onioti tabu," he repeated soothingly, and resumed his paddling. All was well. One must expect these sudden outbursts of passion. The mascot would have forgotten all about it by the morrow. ”
