But at that moment I glanced around at the crowd that had followed me. It was an the sea of faces above the garish clothes - faces all happy and excited over this
me as they would watch a conjurer about to perform a trick. And suddenly!
realised that I should have to shoot the elephant after all. The people expected it of
me and I had got to do it. Here was 1, the white man with his gun, seemingly the
leading actor of the piece, but in reality I was only a puppet pushed to and fro by
the will of those faces behind. To come all that way, rifle in hand, with two thousand
people marching at my heels, and then to trail feebly away, having done nothing -
no, that was impossible. The crowd would laugh at me.

How does the writer use language to describe the crowd people?