Word: slid
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...transport slid in for its landing, its skis burying softly, quickly into the sandlike antarctic snow. Siple was first out; after shaking hands with the men who had come from the huts to greet him, he unloaded his gear from the plane. At this two-mile-high U.S. base at the South Pole, Paul Siple (who first visited the antarctic as a Boy Scout with Admiral Richard Byrd's 1928-30 expedition, was a member of four later expeditions) will direct the research activities of a group of U.S. scientists who in the coming months hope to wrest from...
...Atchison, Topeka and Santa Fe Railway mail train pulled off the main line and onto a siding about five miles south of the little cattle town of Springer, N. Mex., to let the Santa Fe's Los Angeles-bound streamliner, the Chief, roar past. As the mail train slid to a stop, Fireman Pete Camilo Caldarelli, 44, climbed down out of the locomotive and walked through the chill desert air to a switch up ahead. The job he had to do was one he had done many times in the past: stand by until the streamliner had passed, then...
Hands were burned raw as Andrea Doria's passengers slid awkwardly down ropes into the bobbing boats under the tilted starboard rail. With a shriek, an elderly woman lost her unfamiliar grip and fell heavily into a boat, where she landed grotesquely and lay still. Children were tossed from the deck to the outstretched arms of seamen. An impatient woman climbed the rail, dropped into the sea and swam for the nearest boat. As the boats filled and pulled away, some evacuees helped pull the oars, some sat stunned and silent, some leaned miserably over the side...
...score of his crew were still aboard Andrea Doria, still trying to level her with auxiliary pumps. At 7 a.m. they admitted defeat, were taken off. Three hours later, while silent seafarers watched transfixed, Andrea Doria poised a polished fantail and motionless screws in the air, then slid down to the ocean's dark bottom. Behind her the sea bubbled and quivered a hundred hues of green. The surface shuddered, the bobbing rubble tossed on the swell until the liner was well down...
...rafts, castaways were not wholly safe. Sharks sometimes bumped against the raft's frail bottom, knocking the occupants three or four inches into the air. Wrote one survivor: "Late in the afternoon, a shark about four feet long struck at the raft and, going right over my shoulder, slid into the raft. It took a bite out of C. One of the men and myself caught the shark by the tail and pulled him out of the raft. C. became delirious and died about four hours later...