Word: mudding
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...moved eastward, the layer, instead of dwindling as he expected, got thicker & thicker. At the brink of the Shelf the sedimentation was two miles deep. Thus it appeared that the Shelf was really not a part of the continental foundation at all, but simply a tilted ridge of petrified mud. The actual line of the basic rock beneath fell off directly from the coastline...
Dexter Keezer arrived at Portland last autumn with his wife and small daughter, solemnly sworn to become no stuffed shirt. Students made his acquaintance during the freshman-sophomore tug of war when the victorious sophomores discovered that one of the "freshmen" they had been dragging through the mud was new President Keezer (TIME, Oct. 29, 1934). Subsequently "Prex Dex" attracted even more attention by appearing in bright red duck pants. In the winter he could be seen carrying an armful of wood to heat a cold conference room. In the spring he played tennis and fished with his students, shocked...
...Seyoum's snipers, hiding in thorn bushes and behind the mud walls of shepherds' huts, that had held up the Italian advance on Aduwa 24 hours. Early last week he had assembled a great army to defend Makale, more than 100 miles to the South, and was preparing for a fight. At week's end, scouting planes found Ras Seyoum's followers streaming still farther back into the mountains, always keeping at least two days ahead of the Italians...
...until the Italian advance was slowed and tangled in the narrow mountain passes. Heavy trucks were tearing impassable ruts in the new roads almost as quickly as they were built. Artillery could not unlimber or deploy. Tanks were jammed between boulders. Then from behind thorn bushes and through the mud walls of shepherd huts came the raking fire of Ethiopian snipers. Each one of these Ethiopian hornet's nests had to be wiped out-by infantrymen alone. For the time being the machine age had gone haywire...
...every village compound, among the squalid mud huts, savage priests shouted the liturgy in the obscure language of Geez, slew sheep and cattle for a sacrifice and the warriors drank the hot blood. The old men shouted tall tales of past Ethiopian glories. The chiefs put on their lion-mane collars. The warriors took up their fighting arms, their wives, their pots and the village set out for the capital of the superior chief, leaving behind only the old, infirm and infantile...