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Finally it becomes instinct. There are probably less than five people here who can read a compass, but they know every tree in these woods. So drawled Guard Bill Garrison, 45, last week as he described to TIME Correspondent George Taber how the Tennessee mountain men at Brushy Mountain prison flushed out and captured James Earl Ray in less than 2½% days...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: The Nation: How the Mountain Men Did It | 6/27/1977 | See Source »

...COMPASS FLOWER...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Quartet of Poets Singing Solo | 3/21/1977 | See Source »

...bulk of The Compass Flower seems too serene to rid itself of fatigued images ("autumn leaves," "salt of the earth") or to prove that its serenity has been earned by struggle. Many Western ears will find it hard to tell whether Merwin is being vatic or phatic...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: A Quartet of Poets Singing Solo | 3/21/1977 | See Source »

...captain since June, Georgios Papadopoulos, 43, admitted at a hearing last week that his ship carried no LORAN (long-range navigation) equipment. His gyrocompass, he said, was not being used just prior to the accident because it was six degrees off, and the helmsman was steering by magnetic compass. He himself had not had an accurate fix on his position for more than 15 hours. Even if he had known his position, he might still have been in trouble. The water current charts he was using were November's, not December's, an important difference...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Oil Is Pouring on Troubled Waters | 1/10/1977 | See Source »

...stop for another compass bearing; the needle takes an agonizingly long time to settle, then finally points north. We sight through the trees 45° where our hill−and the checkpoint−should be. No hill. Trusting the compass, we dash off again, leap a fallen birch, catch a sapling in the face. Still no hill. We stop, listen. Nothing but our pounding hearts and labored panting. Retrace our steps and go back to the swamp? No, we'll crash blindly ahead on our bearing. Now the ground begins to rise: a hill. We sprint up it. Suddenly...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Sport: Over the River, Into the Trees | 12/27/1976 | See Source »

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