Word: eastwards
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...farmhouses from the Pennine Hills to the seven streams that flow eastward to the Humber, the herders celebrated the end of a ten-day nightmare. But at Leyburn Police Headquarters none liked to look too closely at the body of the huge, tawny Alsatian sheepdog that had wrought the havoc; for in that section of Yorkshire sheep are a livelihood, and no Dalesman cares to admit that his dog has gotten the taste for sheep's blood...
Temporarily, at least, the military meridian which U.S. strategists had sought to push eastward across the Atlantic was rectified in midocean. But far to the south, it bent eastward: the little ash-heap of Ascension, whose importance was not realized until midway in the war, was under British sovereignty, and the British would be reasonable. Nearer home, the chain of Western Hemisphere bases from Newfoundland to British Guiana, obtained in the destroyer deal of 1940, was secure for 93 more years...
...After dinner, feeling sick and savage, started off for a solitary ramble. Traveling eastward, found a beautiful road through the woods . . . was gone all the p.m. Conceived a great work to immortalize me to all posterity . . . 'Confessions of an Egotist.' . . . Went off to walk with Freshman Thompson in the p.m. Visited a cider-mill [and] got some sweet cider and good apples. Conversation ranged widely: religion, poetry, schoolteaching, genius, societies, etc. . . . [With another student] discussed the Episcopal Church . . . preaching, prostitution, and a variety of other subjects. . . . Found the North College semi-joe [outhouse] all in a blaze, surrounded...
Occasionally, like an aging but still truculent eagle, San Francisco's Banker Amadeo Peter Giannini feels an urge for solitude, flaps eastward to survey his Pacific Coast empire from a distance. In the past these vigils were often disturbed by the sight of an enemy and Giannini's instinct for plummeting into violent battle. But last week in Palm Beach the 75-year-old Giannini sunned his scars in peace, lazily observed the movements of lesser birds, and gazed west with a benevolent softening of his hooded eyes...
...good to last. A cold Arctic blast gathered momentum west of Hudson Bay, moved eastward across the Lakes. Canadians sighed: winter was here again...