Word: sanding
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...nest.* As a boy, I used to throw stones at their nests, but the nests never cracked. They're like iron. Why?" A research project was hurriedly launched, provided the answer: ovenbirds in Sao Paulo build their rock-hard, crackproof, oven-shaped nests with a mixture of sand and cow dung...
...sister. So an overstuffed couch of near incest trundles along through two decades. In Novel No. 1, entitled The Shrimp and the Anemone (Eustace, of course, is the poor shrimp and Hilda the voracious anemone), the pair spends a lot of time in the nursery or playing with sand castles on the seashore. But the plump, inadequate little boy and the domineering sister live on to play out their roles in real castles. Eustace is a birthright snob, smart, in his way, and nice to old ladies. One of them is a rich Miss Fothergill who-with solid cash though...
...time. Sister Hilda and he are invited to Anchorstone Hall, ancestral padded seat of the Staveleys, a proud family said to have their coat of arms embroidered even on the bath mats. Dashing Dick Staveley, M.P., is the very man who used to knock down Eustace's sand castles. Now he falls in love with Hilda, and takes her up in his private airplane. "The empyrean that had received Hilda had at last received them all ... The absolute sense of spiritual well-being that Eustace had coveted all his life now enveloped him." Unfortunately, Novel No. 3, Eustace...
...headlights, damaged the wheels and the water tank itself. Once, he nearly tipped the truck over, and the mayor escaped only by turning the water on full blast. But in a final charge, the bull misjudged the speed of the truck and, after the collision, lay helpless on the sand with a broken...
...sealskin coats were thankfully stored away. The ice was gone from the Yukon River, and from the Porcupine, the Koyukuk and the Selawick. Out to Woodchopper, to Steel Creek, Poorman and a hundred other placer gold camps, packed the glint-eyed prospectors in search of a glint in the sand and gravel. In the villages of the Panhandle in the southeast, the red salmonberry blossoms fluttered, and the Indians spun out to gather wild celery and Indian rhubarb, came home for feasts of delicate herring eggs (cooked in seal oil, garnished with soy sauce). Spring yawned in the lower valleys...