As we drew by, our natives grew very silent; watched it furtively, fear- fully.

The "brass hats" were there to inflict the Victorian equivalent of "shock and awe" whenever the "natives" grew restive.

The natives grew corn, squash, and beans, along with other crops in the terraced fields.

Each day the natives grew surlier and more and more sullen and intractable.

There are signs that the natives are growing restless.

But anyhows, was mention of some wine that the natives grow.

But now the natives are growing restive.

These natives live throughout the country and grow maize as their staple crop.

We'd make it one big field and we'd grow a thousand times more podars than these natives ever grew.

After the reports some political worthies spew out the same old phrases they parroted last time the natives grew restless somewhere.