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Before the trips in 1976 and '77 to the Sudan described here, Hoagland, 46, had left his spoor in the wilderness of British Columbia, the wooded mountains of Vermont, the scrub of Louisiana and the streets of New York. He carried a supply of solitude in and a supply of observations out. In his essay (Walking the Dead Diamond River) and travel books (Notes from the Century Before), he displayed a gift for elegy that made the city as remote as the boondock, and a knack for seeing the familiar for the first time. In Africa...
...married nigger"). None of them pays the least notice to me or the other two strangers eating within earshot. It's their place; we're invisible. While I sense that the N.A.A.C.P. may not wish to pass out brotherhood plaques here, I also smell the first spoor of real life; and the fact that two black policemen and one black councilman work across the street in the town headquarters makes for further fine tuning. (I recall, for instance, that "nigger" in many Anglo-Southern mouths is not a racial insult, but a dialect noun, one used...
...their rations (including rice and a thick African cornmeal paste called sadza). Whether tracking guerrillas by day or setting up ambush positions at night, the "troopies" communicate by hand signals as they search out foot and boot prints, bowed grass, broken camps or other varieties of "terr spoor," army slang for terrorist tracks. Says Major James Cromar, 43, a reserve commander stationed near the Mozambique border: "We have created a top-rate bush fighter. You can drop an average reserve troopie anywhere in the country at night with a compass, and he can give you a six-figure grid reading...
...unrequited dancer to his tormentress, but there were no incriminatory condoms, needles, or stains. This had been a typical Harvard party--elevated perhaps by a tape of reggae and soul, distinguished maybe by the eclectic crowd--but in reality just another boring bash. In our trash was the spoor of the Saturday night regulars: a tiny contingent of Third World people, a handful of Wellesley women, a pride of preppies, and a torrent of ordinary white people either glued to the walls in sullen observation or flailing rhythmically in intoxicated syncopation. What they had left for our brooms at four...
...second straight year of double-digit inflation, meaning that prices would rise 10% or more. Many of the businessmen and bankers who normally constitute the backbone of a Republican President's support are also seriously worried. "The biggest fear to me is inflation, not recession," says William H. Spoor, chairman of Pillsbury Co. Richard H. Vaughan, president of Northwest Bancorporation in Minneapolis, adds: "We ought to be concerned about the reinstitution of inflation...