"I see no colony," Pel said.  He was a short, angry, heavy-browed figure, his face ritually scarred, his nose split by an enemy's ax so that now his breathing was rough.  He and Barasa had been away hunting when the men of the blue paint devastated the settlement. (Shirley)

... The matter about which I am speaking with my mouth, write it; it is as if it is done by my hand; it is not a long matter, it is about barasa (rum), barasa, barasa, barasa,—it has ruined my country, it has ruined my own people very much, it has made our people become mad!  I have given a law that no one dares buy or sell it, and any one who is found selling it, his house is to be eaten up (plundered); any one found drunk will be killed. (Burton)