Word: surf
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Dates: during 1920-1929
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...check these rumors the Rumanian Government very characteristically suspended all electrical communications and held up the mails-thus giving the impression that perhaps even a revolution might be imminent. As the welling tide of rumor broke in a sensational surf throughout the press, only three pertinent facts seemed definite...
...first, in the little church at Northeast Harbor, where for two score summers he had attended Sunday service, was for the family and for the hardy Maine fishermen whom he had so beautifully memorialized in "The Life of John Gilley." Under shadow of the mountains, within hearing of the surf, his son, his nephew, and his brother-in-law spoke quietly of his life and offered prayer which was more thanksgiving for his work, than mourning for his passing...
...experiences have been so diverse and so keenly felt that there is no need for literary dramatizing. It is enough to be nature's mirror. The first of these essays describes the first visit of man to the Three Arch Rocks off the coast of Oregon, a surf-guarded, craggy home of seals and sea-lions, of murres, puffins, petrels and other seafowl in clamorous clouds. There is a chapter on extinct and vanishing species: the sturgeon and condor; an oil field that yielded 2,000 sabre-tooth tigers; peregrine falcons nesting in a skyscraper cornice; swarms of alewives...
...dipped in brandy. Once a wave swept him off into the darkness (he left Gris-Nez, France, at 8:27 P. M.) and he did not sight the smack again for 15 minutes. As he reached shallow water (at 7:30) two Frenchmen, capering with joy, rushed into the surf with all their clothes on. A woman thrust a white rose into his hand. He was going back, he said, to the bakery business...
...babbled and ebbed home to rest. She watched the grim ocean, lamenting. At seven o'clock of the third evening, Mrs. Ravmitzky stood at the foot of 21st Street, still muttering her lament. Occasionally a barrel stave or water-logged tomato was carried to her feet by the surf. In the lift of one wave she thought she saw her son, lying on his side with arms beseeching; but the vision passed as the wave fell in a dull smother. The next wave was empty. Mrs. Ravmitzky watched its cruel curve and pounding explosion, when, in the hissing sheet...