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...wages his own war in a remote Vietnamese province. Shooting in the jungles of the Philippines has been rather hellish for the cast-which also includes Robert Duvall and Martin Sheen. Most have had a bout or two with dysentery, and many scenes have been played knee-deep in mud...
...Editors: Your cover picture [Dec. 20] is amusing. It coincided with my concept of President-elect Carter's present status-that of a little boy who learned to swim in mud holes and is now about to jump into a big pond, having no stump or overhanging branches...
...period from 3000 B.C. to 2000 B.C., for example, shows the Egyptians to be eons ahead of their contemporaries. The Chinese of the period dwelt in houses of mud and thatch, contem porary Britons and Scandinavians lived like troglodytes in barrows, inhabitants of the Americas made do with skin tents, flimsy huts and caves. Technologically, the cultures of the Mediterranean and Middle East were even more advanced. Mesopotamians and the people of the Indus Valley could cast metals to make tools and ornaments-and keep written records. Small wonder that even centuries later, the peoples of the Middle East looked...
...sweep aside branches or peer at compass and map. Near by, an elderly couple stride purposefully down a Jeep trail, jauntily swinging their arms and breathing deeply the crisp, fine air. Suddenly, a sweatsuit-clad figure crashes through the underbrush into a clearing. Panting from a hard run, mud dripping from his shoes, face scratched by brambles, he stares wildly about, then plunges into the thick brush once more. Despite their different styles, all of the people making their way through the forest area near Boston are participating in the sport of orienteering−speed hiking over a prescribed course...
...sprinting, leaping over logs, crashing through small brush, legs and arms flailing. We try to pace a 200-meter leg but fail, losing the count at the bottom of a hill where we have plunged into unexpected muddy ooze. We stand, gasping for breath, shin deep in the freezing mud, tracing our path on the map. We are on the track. We pull our feet out of the mire, skirt the swamp and climb the hill...