Word: riverbanks
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Dates: during 1940-1949
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...tail section fluttered down, turning over & over, scattering debris and bodies, and smashed to rest, belly-up, on the riverbank. The forward half of the plane seemed to linger in the air. Then it too plunged down, hit the river in a burst of spray, and was gone...
...Find. The planes made 20 flights the first day, 50 the next, 60 the next. At times they were stacked five deep over sandbars waiting for landings. Tents, fires, laboring men spread along eight miles of riverbank. A trapper's wife opened a coffee shop in a tent. A clothing store sprang up in another. Old prospectors, panning methodically after thawing the frozen ground with fires, found traces of gold dust. But they found nothing else...
...Surrender. Hotheads along the riverbank cried that the ground had been "salted," began talking wildly of seeking someone to lynch. But who? Nobody had gained by the strike but the bush pilots, and none of the gold seekers believed a bush pilot was capable of such villainy. Some guessed the brass had come from the fittings of a Yukon River steamer, the worn gold from a forgotten prospector's cache. But geologists announced that bedrock at Fishwheel was 200 feet down and that all gold was bound to sink. Nobody solved the mystery. The boom collapsed. Disgusted men began...
...also given his spare, dry, upland Chinghai province (pop. 1,500,000) some of China's best roads, extensive irrigation works and a spectacular reforestation program. Over 13 years he supervised the planting of millions of willow, poplar and acacia seedlings to shade the roads, check riverbank erosion, supply fuel. "Even when I was a little boy," he once explained, "I liked to plant trees. In Chinghai, trees mean greenery and water, life and abundance. I sought to persuade my kin and friends to plant trees. I had no power then and made little headway. But as governor...
...legend which Truman loves to retell. The sixth U.S. President, John Quincy Adams, he said, delighted in early-morning plunges off the backyard riverbank. One morning an enterprising newspaper woman, Anne Royall, trapped President Adams in swimming, sat on his clothes and demanded an interview. In the buff and chin-deep in the water, Adams surrendered, and sounded off about the day's issues until Newshen Royall retreated with her story...