Word: treks
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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...slaves, isolated on a mountain-rimmed farm in the wilds of Cape Colony, it was still red-hot. After the embittered slaves had declared themselves free, there was only one course for the outnumbered Jansens to take; round up their cattle, hitch up their oxen, and join the great trek of dispossessed Boers to the savage, wild north. There, though they might be plagued by Matabele warriors, they would be free of British humanitarianism and British rule...
Worldly Wise Man. By deserting the Boers' historic trek and devoting half his book to life among the Matabele, Author Abrahams sacrifices continuity but hones both sides of a worthy theme: men of all races are brothers who seal their own doom when they resort to violence. "It is not only our people who are in darkness . . . who are made drunk by words and blood," declares a Matabele wise man with philosophical worldliness. "It is so everywhere, among all the nations . . . So mourn not . . . for the Matabele. If you must mourn, mourn for our world that is in darkness...
...schoolteacher, 49-year-old Owen Lattimore grew up in China. He roamed the high, bitter steppes and the burning deserts of Asia's hinterlands, became the familiar of Uzbek traders and Mongolian camel herders, and his honeymoon was a trek by camel, sled and shaggy pony through Chinese Turkestan...
...first five places. The best mark: a formful, 223-ft. flight by thick-set Simon Slaattvik, who, back home, runs a locomotive on the Norwegian state railways. His jumps gave Slaattvik a good lead in the Nordic, but he still had the rugged, 18-kilometer (11.2-mile) cross-country trek ahead of him. The man he knew he would have to beat: Finland's Olympic champion in the Nordic, Heikke Hasu, who had come in sixth in the jumps and who figured to out-ski the Norwegians in the second event...
...capital's slush, compounded partly of black Serbian mud, made walking hazardous. But most Belgraders walked; the city's insufficient trolley cars were so packed that the press called them sardine boxes. The homeward trek at nightfall conveys a strange sense of depressed urgency. Many Belgraders do not feel safe anywhere between their homes and their work; they flit off the streets like ghosts fleeing a graveyard at dawn. Here & there, watching the crowds from street corners or hotel lobbies, stood men either in uniform or in ankle-length black leather coats-which in the popular mind...