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More dangerous is a thick-weather possibility: when the pilot mistakes the slope-line lights for the lights outlining the runway. Many pilots have had this illusion and have pulled up just before landing on water or broken ground. The Italian captain may have made this mistake and actually landed on the pier that carries the lights...
...roly-poly Trade Unionist named Lahbib Ben Mohammed, who has himself served time in French prisons for his nationalism, led one team into the hills near Jafna, sent word ahead by intermediaries, and sat down on a rocky slope to wait. At the appointed time, a slim, khaki-clad young man, binoculars slung around his neck, pistol bolstered in his belt, suddenly appeared before him. In a few minutes a bargain was struck, and out of hiding rose 22 more outlaws. They surrendered 15 rifles, 1,200 rifle cartridges, 5 revolvers with 200 rounds, and got thumb-printed amnesties...
...period between 1870 and the depression, the Gold Coast was a string of expensive dormitories for sociable sons of millionaires. With swimming pools, squash courts, high Victorian ceilings, and elaborate marble mantels, these mansions stood, as a contemporary has written, "in relatively obscure streets traversing the gentle slope between the center of the University world at Harvard Square and the world's end at the Charles River...
When the setting sun tints the snowy slope of Popocatepetl, the 17,887-ft. volcano seems to float majestically beside its twin peak Ixtacihuatl, in the thin air over Mexico City. To tourists looking out from their hotel windows, the rosy mountain is enchanting. But to the primitive Indians living in the village of Amecameca at the volcano's base, it is frightening. Centuries ago their ancestors cast human sacrifices into the crater's fiery maw. Today Popocatepetl sleeps, but the Indians of Amecameca are sure that it is still hungry and jealous of its rights...
...week, in a Pilsen court, Cestmir solemnly told his story: instead of destroying the beetles, he had made pets of them. "I intended," he said, "to trace their biological development, but when the larvae became beetles, I got the idea of performing an antistate act. I stopped in a slope under Vlkovec Hill, opened my box and threw my beetles into a potato field. I hated the people's democratic regime because the working class had nationalized my sandstone pits...