Word: moons
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...rivers where he bathed morning & night. Morning after morning he awakened before dawn, breathing the pure air and listening to the sounds of the forest, the wind in the trees, the bells on the horses, sometimes the distant howling of wolves. Often he lay awake at night, seeing the moon and stars through the treetops and listening to the subdued talk of the frontiersmen...
...Irving's books, his hasty notes evoke the freshness of that vanished time. On Monday, Sept. 3, 1832, at 5 in the evening, the steamer Messenger left Cincinnati and carried the traveler into a land of enchantment: "-light of fires-chant & chorus of Negro boatmen-wavering light of moon & stars-silent, primeval forest sleeping in sunshine-on each side still forest-forest-forest...
Past the mouth of the Wabash, whose peaceful blue-green waters merged with the yellow Ohio, out on the Mississippi, with its streaming files of ducks and geese, the boat sailed on. "Red-yellow moon," wrote Irving, "silver star-calm, cobalt-green sky reflected in river . . . wide, treeless, prairie-trembling with heat-here not a tree or a shrub was to be seen -a view like that of the ocean . . . beautiful clear river, group of Indian nymphs half naked on banks...
...swam the Potomac, the Susquehanna. The moon rose in "nocturnal majesty." Still they galloped. "My British mind never properly grasped the dimensions of North America," panted the Duke; "are we still in Pennsylvania?" "That was Baltimore," said someone, as they flashed past a large town. "Egad, what a nest of ugly peasants!" snapped the Duke. In the "cold, caliginous predawn" the huntsmen forded the Delaware. By afternoon they were thundering through the heart of New Jersey. At nightfall Hugo's mare grabbed the fox with her teeth, tossed it ten feet into the air. The world's longest...
...Half-Moon Street (Paramount) polishes up quite a nice thriller out of a question which has troubled the world (if only in its leisure moments) ever since Mary Shelley wrote Frankenstein. The smoldering question: does scientific curiosity transcend morality...