WJHS Lord of the Flies Chapters 1-3

He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another. (page 7)

The fat boy waited to be asked his name in turn but this proffer of acquaintance was not made; the fair boy hung steadily at his shoulder. (page 9)

He trotted through the sand, enduring the sun's enmity, crossed the platform, and found his scattered clothes. (p. 14)

Suddenly Piggy was a-bubble with decorous excitement. (p. 15)

There was a slight, furtive boy whom no one knew, who kept to himself with an inner intensity of avoidance and secrecy. (p. 22)

Piggy stood and the rose of indignation faded slowly from his cheeks. (p. 25)

There came a pause, a hiatus, the pig continued to scream and the creepers to jerk, and the blade continued to flash at the end of a bony arm. (p. 31)

"While we're waiting we can have a good time on this island." He gesticulated widely. (p. 34)

At once half the boys were on their feet. Jack clamored among them, the conch forgotten. (p. 38)

Then, with the martyred expression of a parent who has to keep up with the senseless ebullience of the children, he picked up the conch, turned toward the forest, and began to pick his way over the tumbled scar. (p. 38)

"And another thing. We ought to have more rules. Where the conch is, that's a meeting. The same up here as down there." They assented. (p. 42)

His voice lifted into the whine of virtuous recrimination. (p. 43)

He paused in the tumult, standing, looking beyond them and down the unfriendly side of the mountain to the great patch where they had found dead wood. (p. 43)

By now they were listening to the tirade. (p. 45)

The tree trunks and the creepers that festooned them lost themselves in a green dusk thirty feet above him, and all about was the undergrowth. (p. 48)

Here was a loop of creeper with a tendril pendant from a node. (p. 48)

The silence of the forest was more oppressive than the heat, and at this hour of the day, there was not even the whine of insects. (p. 49)

Jack lifted his head and stared at the inscrutable masses of creeper that lay across the trail. (p. 49)

Jack stood there, streaming with sweat, streaked with brown earth, stained by all the vicissitudes of a day's hunting. (p. 49)

"We want meat-" "And we don't get it." Now the antagonism was audible. (p. 51)

They were silent again: Simon intent, Ralph incredulous and faintly indignant. (p. 53)

Jack nodded, as much for the sake of agreeing as anything, and by tacit consent they left the shelter and went toward the bathing pool. (p. 55)