Word: deserting
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Among the poor Mexicans and Yaqui Indians of the Southwest, witches still flourish as hardily as desert cactus, and fear of their dark power is as real as the daily struggle for a living. For years there has been no more powerful bruja on either side of the border than sly, dark-haired Maria Concepcion Estrella Miranda, leading practitioner of the occult in dusty Guadalupe, Ariz. (pop. 850). Few in Guadalupe did not believe that she could cause sickness or death simply by sticking bobby-pins with little doughball heads into any of the 200-odd photographs she kept secreted...
...views his rise as an academic Horatio Alger with slight misgiving. "I've had to rewrite most of the lectures," he says. "In that cold and austere Graeco--Roman setting you stand up in your toga and pontificate. You can't be intimate in the Mohavi Desert...
...London, Field Marshal Sir Claude Auchinleck opened an exhibition of papers belonging to Panzer General Erwin Rommel, his late World War II opponent in the western desert. Rommel, said Sir Claude, "was a man to be respected because he was a very good soldier, not because he gave us a lot of trouble...
...pull of the desert and the sense of a religious and patriotic mission-"to give ands to France and souls to God"-proved too strong. He was ordained, and went to minister to the Tuareg, 900 miles south of Algiers. His parish covered 1,500,000 square miles of the Sahara. His parish house was a small mud hut in Tamanrasset, 400 miles from the nearest French outpost. His daily meal was a miserable date-and-barley stew. Within a year he translated the Gospels into Tamashek, the language of the Tuareg, writing with an ink made from charcoal...
...Great White Marabout. Gaunt, subject to fainting spells, he traveled endlessly about the desert, often acting as chaplain for French troops and walking while they rode camels. On one such caravan trip, a fierce sandstorm blotted up all water holes within the radius of a four-day march. When a brackish little mudhole was finally found, Foucauld said his rosary and made no effort to drink until forced to do so. "Christ was much more thirsty on the cross!" he explained...