Word: caped
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...mile trip back from Greenwich Island and Graham Land was; rough and uncomfortable. Polar gales churned the iceberg-haunted seas until the transport Presidente Pinto ran for shelter among the rainswept islands north of Cape Horn. But Chile's far-faring President Gabriel González Videla was in high spirits. His voyage to nail down Chilean Claims to Antarctic territories also claimed by the British had made him the most popular man in his country...
...From Cape Horn, where González ran into stormy weekend weather, it is just three days' sail to the Graham Land outpost that the Chileans belligerently call Port Sovereignty. There this week, properly furred and parkaed, González is scheduled to go ashore, inspect the little garrison, and rechristen the base Camp Bernardo O'Higgins (after the hero of Chile's War of Independence). That would be his answer to the British, who this week sent the cruiser Nigeria steaming toward the disputed waters...
...Cape Town's summer profusion took their breath away, for Tristan, 1,700 miles over their shoulders in the lonely South Atlantic, is scrubby volcanic crust. In the slow, burred speech of his seafaring west-of-England ancestors, one dazzled visitor exclaimed: "We want time foor arl thus luvverly flowery growth to be thought upon...
...fortnight ago, to a new life in a land even more forbidding than their own. They were to help South Africa set up permanent weather observation stations on Prince Edward and Marion Islands, volcanic juts on the Antarctic fringe of the Indian Ocean, 1,200 miles southeast of the Cape of Good Hope and even more desolate than Tristan. Civilization had found a job for which Tristanites were peculiarly fitted; they would show South African Navymen how to stay alive on barren land in the long, bone-chilling, mid-ocean winter...
...Tristanites were content to leave Cape Town, but one thought disturbed them. The folks on Tristan would never believe their stories. They struggled for words as they transcribed messages to be sent to their families, wept as the record was played back to them. Tall, dark-haired Arthur Reppeto had best told the thoughts of all six: "I never think things in Cape Town is as they is.... The streets, there's cement in 'em. Place is luvverly. And now closing with luv to arl on the Hisland...