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Last week still another expedition, led by Oscar R. Houston of New York, returned to New Delhi after making a preliminary pass at the defiant peak. All earlier expeditions had attacked the north slope, which lies in Tibet. Houston's group decided to investigate the unexplored south slope, which lies in friendly and comparatively accessible Nepal. From a distance, the south side of the mountain looked considerably more favorable for climbing. The slope of the strata looked gentler, and there was a promising formation something like huge stairs. Even more important was the fact that the southern side...
Typical of the new efforts is the vast program set up by the keepers of Belknap Mountain. New chair lifts with footrests and hand rails have been put in as well as an extra open slope and "Tiger" trail. Lights for night skiing have been installed and the $100,000 recreation lodge has set up a sun deck for the hearty out-of-doors man. Facilities for sales, rentals and repairs are also available here...
Kapsan, defended by North Koreans, was not given up without a fight. The Reds were dug in and well concealed on a slope overlooking a blown bridge. They expected to shoot up the approaching U.S. force when it stopped to ponder ways & means of getting across the stream. But the U.S. column was armor-tipped, and the tanks apparently panicked two of the waiting North Koreans; they broke from their foxholes and ran. That gave the Red play away. The U.S. tanks splashed across the stream while doughfeet swarmed across the bridge's torn girders. The Reds who stayed...
Almost everybody turned out to the oak-covered slope where a semicircle of seats had been set up. White-bearded, 106-year-old Uncle Harve Sparks, who came over from Bean Fork Hollow, sang a tune in his squeaky voice when the parson introduced him. Tall Scott Partin himself was on hand to reminisce about the old feuding days: "There would be mountain prejudices and it would spread . . . You'd have to go in shootin' and come out loadin...
...Help Me!" As I dashed up the slope of the beach, I got my first look at Wolmi Island's defenders. Three or four half-naked North Korean soldiers, hands held rigid over their pinched, scared faces, stumbled into one of their old shallow trenches at the command of a marine. I talked to them in Japanese. "Are you going to kill us?" stammered one. When I said we wouldn't, he chattered to the others and a little of the fear went out of their eyes...