Word: spruceness
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...village teeming with overland adventurers (coureurs des bois), boatmen (voyageurs), townsmen (habitants). "There were spruce military men from the American garrison which had been placed over the village when it passed from French rule four years ago. ... To a Quaker it was strange for a town to boast a dozen billiard rooms and only one small church. . . . Most astonishing to Shreve were the warehouses where he had to select his furs. . . . Pelts were stacked high on every side . . . and heaped in hills about the floor, hung from rafters and bulging from the adjoining sheds...
...long, clear cry of "Timberrrr!" would soon ring out no more in the stillness of the forest-it would be drowned by the din of a mechanical buzz saw. The old hell-roaring, ripsnorting days of Jigger Jones (the Maine woodsman who could kick the knots off a spruce log with his bare feet), of loggers who slept with their axes and gouged out each other's eyes, would soon be gone forever. The Gargantuan legend of Paul Bunyan was more legendary than ever...
...growing in Iceland's valleys, fenced off from sheep and guarded by rangers on ponies. The seeds were sent unofficially, as from one forester (Jauch) to another (Bjarnason). They are irrelevant to U.S. defense: the marines will have to stay in Iceland 50 years before the fir or spruce look like respectable forests...
...from Algeria to Vichy flew the trim-mustached little Commander of the French North African Army, General Maxime Weygand, for conferences with Marshal Henri Philippe Petain and other chiefs of state. Behind closed doors spruce little General Weygand collided with Vichy's chief contact man with the Nazis, sly little Vice Premier Admiral Jean François Darlan. Their collision was heard outside the closed doors and reverberated in diplomatic circles for days...
Fifty-nine-year-old Jean Francois Darlan is a spruce, magnetic little figure from his flattish bald head, edged with grey hair, to his impeccably polished shoes. He has the eyes of an amused gambler and his career, as now presented, exhibits him as having the principles of a cat. Two centuries of Darlan merchant mariners (supposedly English long ago) preceded the Admiral's father, who, the Admiral says, "went wrong and became a Minister of Justice." The Admiral was born in the grey old town of Nérac, Gascony, where Darlan père was once Mayor...