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...climbers-mere black dots- halt as one man, looking like rigid dolls. Then they dashed frantically to the left. The next moment a rolling cloud of snow preceding the avalanche swept down upon them and they vanished, completely blotted out like insects. "It was the most terrible spectacle I have ever witnessed. The roar grew louder as the clouds of snow swept nearer, moving with incredible velocity, while here and there vicious tongues of ice shot out under the confused jumble of great ice blocks rolling and sliding down." The dead: Chettan, oldtime porter, member of the last three Himalayan...
...heavy steel wire stretched across the road had forced the last limousine to halt with screaming brakes. One of its occupants was the present Rumanian Minister to the U. S., sleek Charles A. Davila. In vain he tried diplomatic blandishments on the robbers. "Shut up and lie down!" they ordered, brandishing clubs. Diplomatist Davila lay down...
...stalwart folk of Bivalve, N. J., were fully aware that the change of season was upon them. The principal pursuit of Bivalvians consists of handling that particular bivalve known as Ostrea Virginica or "Eastern Oyster." When R and April vanish from the calendar, the sales of Ostrea Virginica soon halt. But May Day brings no rest to those in Bivalve who go down to the flats in sloops. For the closed season on oysters also opens the planting season...
Next morning, as the 80 Disobedients again took the path, the village was asleep; not a single cheer resounded. In a nearby hamlet Saint Gandhi called his lonely procession to a halt, gazed up and down the silent, empty street, addressed the blank windows of slumbering houses. "If you do not awake you will be looted by other people, if not by Englishmen...
...with which they will bore into billions of green cotton bolls this summer. Patient planters, breaking up their ground for the new crop, plowed legions of the pest back into the ground to destruction. But legions more crawled out prepared to multiply. Not plows nor prayers nor poison can halt Boll Weevil. His race goes marching on, month after month, year after year, to the dissatisfaction of planters and consumers alike...