Word: mists
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...forth of armies in the scented dusk loud with cicadas, the horses' hoofs stirring up dust-clouds dark with slowly veering columns of mosquitoes, shrill cries of caravans beside the tepid fords, envoys waiting for the tide by mudflats spangled with shoals of stranded fish, blued by a mist of butterflies above, and old kings rotten with caresses-and then that other dream, the dream that never left him. of shrines and gods of stone, mantled in green moss, frogs sprawling on their shoulders, their fallen heads beside them, pitted and time-scarred." Claude has a theory that somewhere...
...mist drove away the fear that the Vagabond had felt at the sound of trucks. It was Cambridge and not Bediam after all even if it was the drizzle that proved the point. The noise of trunks bumping on the steps of Thayer and Matthews, of Gallatin and Walter Hastings would have jarred on the Vagabond's nerves on a bright sunny day when sounds seemed to reverberate from their origin. But the rain was a dull absorbent muffler. It was like--thought the Vagabond--it was like a ball of wool falling on a Persian...
...yards, reached the highest point from which any man has returned alive. He was snow-blind for days. The same year G. L. Mallory and A. C. Irvine started up from Camp No. 6. As they approached the peak a lone observer below saw them enveloped by a mist cloud. No one ever saw them again. It was Mallory who had answered for all Everest climbers when someone asked him why men risked their lives to scale the mountain: "Because it's there...
...Stavanger, Norway the Dresden picked up two pilots and started nosing through a light mist along the shore. They nosed a little too close. Twice in the course of the day the Dresden ran aground but was floated off under her own power. Toward evening the tired, windburned but still hungry junketers trooped down into the dining room. On the shore of Karmö Island Pilot Jacobsen's family stood expectantly in line waiting for papa to bring the Dresden past. That he did, so close that his children could see him waving to them from the bridge beside...
...ready for him. Fifteen stories up, a narrow ledge broke his fall, saved his life, left him with a leg jammed in a masonry hole. For six days and nights he struggled to tear his leg free, screamed, stared up at the sky through wind, rain, sun, mist. Then, as a workman discovered him, Death was ready for Shirley Brewer...