Ralph Stock, The Eleventh Hour (1915)
“ The clearing had been enlarged, and now, instead of one solitary figure engaged in the strange process of preparation for war, there were quite a hundred—a hundred strapping Samoans in trim white kilts, each bearing a weapon of sorts. Akanesi was not to know that these ranged from twelve-bore shot-guns loaded with rusty nails to "twenty-two" rook rifles. She only knew that it thrilled her strangely to see these fine men standing in symmetrical lines and moving as one man in answer to commands that Tommie—their Tommie—snapped at them. ”
