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The navy officer thought they were playing around with the spears. He didn't realize that they were actually having a sort of war and that they capable of killing each other.

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They barely acknowledge the littluns throughout the book. I think the author mentioned Percival at the very end because it shows that they're still alive.

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When Ralph eats the meat Sam gave him, from the savages, he doesn't remember the littluns and how they haven't eaten in a while either

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Samneric try to help Ralph by warning about tomorrow's attack.

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"After the feast," said Sam in a stifled voice.

THEY DON'T WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE  WHAT THEY DID TO SIMON.

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Ralph tries to get the savages to realize what they've done to get them to come back on his side.

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They only briefly mention the littluns at the end.

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"What about my hunters?"
"Boys armed with sticks."
Jack got to his feet. His face was red as he marched away.
*First signs of
Ralph going against Jack*

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They joke about killing a littlun for fun because they can't catch a pig.

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description of the beast

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Sign of conflict and flaws in their government system.

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"Who cares what you believe- Fatty!"

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The last laugh died away. Ralph turned involuntarily, a black, humped figure against the lagoon. The assembly looked with him, considered the vast stretches of water, the high sea beyond, unknown possibility, heard silently the sough and whisper from the reef.

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The boys that were taking care of the fire left it unattended and went hunting. By the time a ship came by the fire had gone out and they lost their chance of being rescued.

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The chant was still audible but at that distance still wordless

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The smoke was a tight little knot on the horizon and was uncoiling slowly

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The rest were shock headed, but Piggy's hair still lay in wisps over his head as though baldness were his natural state and this imperfect covering would soon go, like the velvet on a young stag's antler.

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...,even the green depths of water and the shattered, golden sun held no balm. Instead of remaining and playing, he swam with steady strokes under there, sleek and streaming like a seal.

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They accepted the pleasures of morning, the bright sun, the whelming sea and sweet air, as a time when play was good and life so full that hope was not necessary and therefore forgotten.

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The three boys walked briskly on the sand. The tide was low and there was a strip of weed- strewn beach that was almost as firm as the road. A kind of glamour was spread over them and the scene and they were conscious of the glamour and made happy by it. They turned to each other, laughing excitedly, talking, not listening.

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When the sun sank, darkness dropped on the island like an extinguisher...