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...City Museum of Sundsvall, center of the timber industry, keeps the stuffed remnants of the only wild "skvader" hitherto known to have been caught. The skvader has a hare's head and legs (with the typical capercailzie red patch over the eyes), and the wings and hind body of a capercailzie. . . . Very little is known about the habits of the skvader. Owing to the great wing loading, its flyability is probably poor, if any. The taxidermist, who prepared it, died without revealing the place where he had caught the unique specimen. No zoologist has been able...
...mile trek. Frequently the mercury dropped way out of sight (coldest day: 52° below zero). The ten snowmobiles floundered through miles of man-swallowing swamps; crossed ice-choked rivers in spring flood, like the Fort Nelson, on rafts; gingerly pushed their way across great chasms on improvised timber bridges...
Gene Fowler (Timber Line; Good Night, Sweet Prince, etc.). who once, in his maverick days, described himself as "an American peasant," is now an independent movie producer, and lives in a four-bedroom house of "West Los Angeles baroque" which, he says, looks like a Cunard liner. He used to write Hollywood movie scripts at $2.750 a week. Before that, as managing editor of the old New York American, he liked to lean back in his editorial chair and play an accordion to drown out the roaring of the Hearst press. Earlier still, as a wild young newspaperman in Denver...
...county, or a city, or a town. It is just a place. Greyhound bus drivers in Crossville, 14 miles away, have never heard of it. The 50-odd families in Big Lick carved their little farms out of the rolling, wooded country of the Cumberland Plateau. Timber used to be their cash crop. When the timber market went bad, there was nothing left but hard scrabble farming...
...commanded "our trusty and well-beloved Sir Christopher Wren, Knight" to build "a small observatory within our park at Greenwich . . . with all convenient speed." Those were bargain days. Sir Christopher tore down a gatehouse in the Tower of London and a fort at Tilbury. With the salvaged stone and timber, and with ?520 from the sale of old gunpowder, he ran up a building on a grassy bank of the Thames, well out in the country where the sky was as apt to be clear as average English sky. It was designed, he explained, "for the observer's habitation...