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Identifier: outing51newy (find matches)
Title: Outing
Year: 1885 (1880s)
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Subjects: Leisure Sports Travel
Publisher: (New York : Outing Pub. Co.)
Contributing Library: Tisch Library
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prettily. Apath led away to asmokehouse a stonesthrow from the dwel-ling, and this smoke-house was made of alarge hollow log seton end with a roofput on the top anda door at theside. The woman of thehouse said the familyhad come from Chi-cago. We didntthink to live in a placelike this, she ex-plained, and whenthe children wouldlook from the carwindows as we werecoming and see lit-tle log cabins ofthis sort they wouldcry out, Whatsthat — a chickencoop?I was late in returning to the town. Thesun had set and the frogs were croaking inlively chorus in the village puddles. Someof the young men were out in the grass ofthe broad main street pitching horseshoequoits. I could hear the call of childrenat play on the byways; there was a softtinkle of cowbells, and the clack of foot-steps on the wooden walks. Low in thewest hung the slender golden cimeter offhe new moon, and in the east, above thedark nearer ranges, rose a lonely mountainpeak, pure and white, and beautifulagainst the dusky sky.
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The Eastern Aleutian Islands. ON THE CHASE FOR VOLCANOES I—THROUGH THE FIRES OF THE WORLDS YOUNGEST ISLAND BY ROBERT DUNN PHOTOGRAPHS AND MAPS BY THE AUTHOR. IT WAS July 27th, but the mercury stood at 460, for we drifted in Bering Sea. Captain Ed Lee sat on the cabin trunk stitching a new foresail, for our old one was patched with flour sacks. Elia, native Aleut and crew complete, held the tiller and bit his blackened teeth into a bone pipestem. I never saw so slavish a smoker, an aborigine so straight-mouthed and sinewy, with a face so flat and oval. He never smiled. The Captain talked of his kid in the Unalaska Mission school, whom he loved assuredly (loved his native wife, too, though he called her the old woman). His lined Norse face, blue eyes very close together, cheek bones too high and grizzled hair, all blended into that querulous andpathetic look of men who have struggled for existence very long against the sub-arctic sea. Glass is falling, he growled. If she blows bad, well put back to Volca

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