Word: perilled
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Dates: during 1930-1939
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...that as many as possible should take the weakened ponies down to the Zuni settlement near Gallup, there strengthen them and bring them back. Three hundred braves trudged into the Zuni pueblos last week, dropped exhausted on the warm earthen floors. As soon as they were informed of the peril of their red-skinned charges, U. S. Indian agents organized rescue parties, made off for the snow-bound mesas. At the end of the week 789 had been rescued or had straggled home alone. But 200 more piñion nut-hunters presumably subsisting on pony meat were still unaccounted...
True, it was an Indian woman who at great peril to herself guided the Lewis & Clark Expedition, giving us the States of Oregon, Washington and Idaho. One of Grant's most trusted generals in the Civil War was an Indian "buck.'' Indians saved the Plymouth and Virginia Colo nies from starvation. Indians developed the useful plants-corn, tobacco, potatoes, rubber, chocolate, the best commercial varieties of beans and cotton, to mention only a few-that comprise five-eighths of the agricultural wealth of the world today...
...indignities you try to inflict on me. You have threatened to arrest me for not obeying your orders promptly. I dare you to do it, and I say to you that if you ever again try to interfere with me or cross my path, it will be at the peril of your life." Bragg did not take the dare...
...Finnish janitor was represented by a Negro defense attorney who at once pleaded the prisoner "guilty," appealed for mercy to the so-called Court. Anyone hearing this appeal might have supposed that the prisoner was in gravest peril. "Don't expel him from the party!" begged Negro Counsel Richard B. Moore (onetime Communist candidate for State's Attorney General). "Expulsion from the party is worse than death at the hands of the bourgeoisie! I would rather have my head severed by lynchers than be expelled from the Communist International...
...Dressed in green, holding herself stiffly erect, the onetime Brooklyn girl answered questions briefly, almost insolently, in pseudo-Oxonian accent. Her inquisitors attempted to show that she was a falsifier of her court's official record, a tyrant on the bench who petulantly bossed defendants around at the peril of their constitutional rights, a dispenser of justice toward women offenders far less merciful than male magistrates...