Word: trail
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...friend stopped at a cafeteria for a cup of tea and a bit of cheesecake, then took the subway to The Bronx and separated. Mrs. Haas walked home. Next morning a porter in Mrs. Haas's apartment building saw blood on the lobby floor. He followed a trail of bloody streaks for 30 ft., at last found Mrs. Haas's body beneath the stair well. She had been beaten, strangled with her own silk scarf, robbed, raped, and slashed with a razor...
...Norfolk and Western Railroad, and savings and loan assets have quadrupled in the past ten years. Population has doubled since the war. And with the bridge, the city will finally be converted from a port stuck out at the far end of nowhere (few driving the New York-Miami trail attempted the extra 79 miles for Norfolk) into a communications...
...simultaneously lobbed .81-mm. Red Chinese-made mortars into Mocay itself. But the government got in its own licks, several times counterattacked with refreshing aggressiveness. On a forested ridge near the Laotian border, troops overran a Viet Cong staging camp for infiltrators coming down the Ho Chi Minh trail from Laos, claimed 75 enemy dead...
...cellars and sewers to die in the city's streets. The plague has begun. The dead will be carried away in tramcars. There is a panicked whisper of running feet, a scream, a distant moan. The chorus is a clamor of wails-"the rats, the rats." Trombones trail down the declining moan of an air-raid siren, and the orchestra shrieks in echoed despair. In a long, fatal moment, the music dies on the slowly fading tremor of a gong. And in that long moment last week, a hushed audience at London's Royal Festival Hall perceived...
...uphill trail got tougher and more slippery all the time. But by midafternoon, even the tenderest feet were firmly planted on a windblown, grassy highland. Off in the distance gleamed San Francisco Bay; beyond it, looming out of the sea itself, was Mount Tamalpais, its summit aswirl with purpling, swiftly scudding clouds. The hikers' blisters were forgotten now, the land had worked its magic; there were no newcomers any more...