Word: trailing
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Last week in the remote hamlet of Langdale, the Hound Trailing Association, which supervises austerity's fox hunt, had 36 hounds straining at the leash for one of the H.T.A.'s spring trails. Behind the hounds, and mingling with the spectators, a score of bookies (legal in England) were grabbing up money hand over fist as they sang out the fast-changing odds. Suddenly, clambering over the rocky ground, a man appeared, dragging a foul-smelling concoction known as chemerly (rags soaked in a blend of aniseed, turpentine and urine). He was the trail-layer...
...half an hour the crowd craned and squinted for a glimpse of the racing hounds crossing distant rises. Once, the whole pack was in view, 2,000 feet up on the fells. Meanwhile, though the H.T.A. tries to prohibit betting after the first 15 minutes of trailing, the bookies continued intoning odds and grabbing money. The H.T.A.'s concern is understandable. In the past, nobblers (English version of U.S. fixers) have been known to ambush a favorite, or give a longshot an autoborne boost along the trail. Other nobblers, working hand in glove with bookies, have been jailed...
...dogs barked furiously when John stopped in at a bungalow to ask the way to Reading. Their mistress, the wife of a Broadmoor employee, gave the stranger a cheerful cup of tea "for the road." John thanked her and went on his way. Five hours later, hot on his trail, the police spotted him chatting with two children at the edge of a wood near Arbor-field. The children ran away, and so did John. After a hectic chase across a meadow, the police recaptured their fugitive...
...benefits" of modern science, the FBI can plant hidden cameras in your closet, dictaphones in your desk, television transmitters in your flues, and wire-recorders in the willows of your local park. Teams of smooth-swift-silent young men can top your phone, read your lips, and trail you around town in phony Howard Johnson trucks. Columbia's Walk East on Beacon shows how these methods were used to crack a Communist spy ring. Its generally authentic exposition of espionage operations and FBI sleuth gadgetry makes this an interesting picture...
...years Dr. Bruun, like Captain Ahab pursuing Moby Dick, has been on the trail of such a monster eel. He thinks that the Galathea did not search in the right places. The deeps are too poor in food to support large creatures. On some future expedition he hopes to comb the more promising waters of the continental slopes, and perhaps latch on to a grown-up eel as big as the legendary sea serpent...