Word: camp
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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Last week began the long-winded process of arranging a fight for the contemporary strongboy James J. ("Gene") Tunney. The champion, returning from a camp in Maine, gave an interview on literature to a reporter in the train and stated that he had spent his last evening in camp reading Richard III. In Manhattan, one Humbert J. Fugazy approached him with an offer to fight "the outstanding heavyweight contender" (Jack Delaney or possibly Jack Sharkey) at the Polo Grounds, Tunney to receive 37½% of an estimated $1,500,000 gate...
...imagined, our day had been a bit lively, so we pitched camp early in a little hollow and attempted to shake a bit of dust from our effects. We were quite ready for peace and quiet in large doses, but one of our camels commenced to gargle in a particularly painful manner. To me is was nothing but an unpleasant noise, but the way that "Ham and" and Eddie dove for that pile of rifles was a caution! It was now dark and the cook fire was burning brightly; so Eddie stopped just long enough to kick dirt...
...situation spoke for itself, so we made camp together and had some fresh gazelle meat which one of the Lieutenant's men had shot that morning. After dinner a native drum was produced coffee was brewed and the Arabs organized a barbershop quartee and sang like forty eat fights. As for the Europeans, I broke out a bottle of Mr. Hennessey's famous product, of the third magnitude, and we proceeded to wax very friendly. Presently, the Lieutenant felt constrained to sing of the charms peculiar to a certain lady from Armentieres, wherenon I retaliated with a spirited...
...little gem of an oasis, set deep down in a ring of enormous sand dunes, with masses of feathery date palms swaying above the cool waters of the spring. With a sigh of relief, we plunged down the slopes into the cool, jasmine-scented air to make our last camp...
...last camp! I suddenly realized that we had come to the end of the journey and what that meant. A certain sentimental melancholy seized he, as I reflected that I should probably never see again Hamida's genial grin, or again witness Edda's barbaric feats of skill with gun and dagger; but, as the brazen sky cooled and paled. I offered a silent prayer that once more our paths should cross...