Word: wetness
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...couldn't; it might also be seized upon with vindictive satisfaction by those who went and got rained upon . . . But to an old parigot, that beautiful photograph brings waves of tender nostalgia . . . Thanks to the habitual dove-grey Paris sky, I first learned to see color in the wet stones of the misty buildings ... in the black trunks of the chestnut trees and in their rich green leaves shining from the rain's varnish . . . What man who has not felt the wet seeping into his shoes as he hunches his shoulders under the late October rain...
...wheat-harvesting time on the Canadian prairies last week, but in many a field the wheat was dull brown instead of the normal harvest yellow. Fostered by cloudy, wet weather, an epidemic of rust fungus had ravaged Canada's wheat crop. Between the grain rust and bad weather, the 1954 harvest has shrunk to an estimated 370 million bushels-36% below 1953 and 44% below...
...trip down, as the afternoon wore on, the climbers looked for short cuts. Rashly they scrambled down a 250-ft. cliff to a wide and treacherous snow field. Suddenly Neal disappeared. "I was walking on some wet rock," he remembered later, "when I slipped and fell into a 75-ft. crevasse." Hastily the climbers lowered a rope. The end caught in a cranny beyond Neal's reach. Ice water trickled into Neal's upturned face. Three-quarters of an hour passed and still he could not reach the rope. Then Tony Levy told the others to lower...
...marked on the map. The country was so rugged that Pick had to leave his panel truck, walk in the last 25 miles. As he followed Muddy Creek into a stark and jagged canyon, he had to ford the.stream 21 times in six miles. Says Pick: "My feet got wet over and over again, and then they softened and the sand got in and made blisters. At night I would pick the grains of sand out of the blisters with a matchstick. I'd start out walking in the morning and it was like walking on red-hot marbles...
Nobody could be told, of course, for fear grandfather would forbid them to play with the baby, the way he had with the goats. So they kept it in a lean-to in a secret part of the woods, and fed it on stolen milk ("You got to wet its whistle," Harry explained, "near every hour of the day"), and changed its diaper the way Harry had seen his mother do with Davy. At night Harry slipped out of the window when everyone was asleep, and went to the lean-to "to protect [the baby] from the wolves...