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...their fantastic patterns of black velvet shot with silver. A whippoorwill, the first I remember hearing as far north as this, is calling from the birches behind the tents. The thermometer registers 43, and we crawl into our sleeping bags and listen for a few happy minutes to the roar of the river--and the next thing I knew, a golden-coated three-year-old buck is pawing and snorting just outside the tent, in the broad morning sunshine. We have come home...
Tornado. Last week Don Griffith, 10, of Rock Springs, Tex., noticed a "funny feeling" in the air. It had been raining all evening and the sky looked "queer." Said Father Griffith: "It looks like a storm coming." Then came a roar, a crashing sound as of houses falling, and beneath the feet of the Griffiths the floor lifted up. Don heard his mother call to him, then everything went black. Recovering consciousness, Don found himself lying in mud amid the ruins of the Griffith house...
When he read this telegram, Marshal Pilsudski, Dictator, Premier, War Minister and national hero, sprang up, touched, flattered, to telephone the aged General Buchopicki full permission to die with the consent of his old commander. Telephone operators plugged fast at the sound of Marshal Pilsudski's imperative roar, the call went through instantly, a nurse answered. Said she:"General Buchopicki is dead...
...toward his home, half a mile away. Driving at his customary 25 miles per hour, even though the Chicago-Detroit highway was comparatively empty, he had nothing to vex him but a drizzling rain and a bleak landscape. Suddenly, as he crossed the Rouge River bridge, he heard the roar of a big car behind him and a Studebaker drew up alongside, smashed into him, sped on toward Detroit. Mr. Ford's Ford spun around crazily, bounced over a six-inch curb, tumbled down a 15-foot embankment, came to rest with the aid of a tree. That tree...
...Johannesburg, South Africa, after a 4,000-mile motor trip from the Mediterranean shore of the continent, through the interior, accompanied by no white escort save her cousin, a Miss Hooper. Despatches related how, camping one night near a native road gang, Mrs. Cornish heard a man-eating lion roar, then die of bullets; how, lost in wildest Ukamba, her reserve machine broke down, obliging her to sit up amidst zebras, gazelles, hyenas until midnight, when rescuers came. Mrs. Cornish traveled unarmed...