Word: ironwood
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...venture in Africa on which work is already under way-is a $200 million Swedish-American project to mine the Nimba range. To get test-drilling equipment in, men had to head-carry 90 tons of materials up eight miles of mountain trails through dense forests of mahogany and ironwood. When this high-grade iron-ore range gets into full production, Liberia's income will have doubled to $40 million a year-just 40 times the size it was when Tubman came to power...
...going after his sixth consecutive two-year term as Michigan's Governor, bow-tied Soap Heir G. Mennen Williams, the aging (47) political prodigy, ran into his first primary contest in a decade. Opponent: William L. Johnson, owner of Ironwood's radio station WJMS, backed by insurgent Democrats, who dislike "Soapy" Williams' alliance with the United Auto Workers' President Walter Reuther. But against potent Soapy, Johnson proved to be a washout. Last week, by a nearly six-to-one margin, Michigan Democrats picked Williams to run in November against G.O.P. Nominee Paul D. Bagwell, Michigan State...
oaks, chokecherry, dogwoods, white and green, ironwood: humped roots matted into the shallow soil -mostly gone: rock outcroppings polished by the feet of the picnickers...
Such writing tends to be symbolie to the point where everything is a symbol and nothing is real, which is a point of meaninglessness. It tends to deal with undefined moods, hazily defined characters, and ponderously defined natural trivia, e.g., "They sat on an ironwood tree's outcropping roots, roots tangled like gray fingers in wild interplay with Medusa's hair." It tends to make the reader suspect that the author is sentimentally fond of writing, but unfortunately finds himself with nothing or little to say about people or events. Generally, although not necessarily, authors with something to say take...
...raiders. Enemy bombs bracketed our encampment and a few were killed and several injured. The Marines, cursing "Tojo" tumbled from their bedrolls to their foxholes and then back to bed again. The moon broke hazily through the scudding clouds and made splotches of pale light beneath the palm and ironwood trees. It was a typical night on Guadalcanal...