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... 100 pounds overweight and had a beard down to his chest, al- most like a Santa Claus from hell, stepped forward. He was fac- ing Vincent, standing a... ...eat, they’re both dead. Let’s head into the woods and see if we can fnd a trail. I’m sure these drunken idiots didn’t have any idea how to cover the... ... said, “They’re gonna be pissed.” “Okay, so I’ll admit that following the trail of drunken street bandits was a prety good idea,” Lexi admited. She ... ...hey were standing in a clearing several hundred feet into the woods. The trail they had followed might as well have been paved; the brush had been ... ...’t meant to. “Well, look at that,” Stone observed. Looking through his ri- fe’s scope, he saw that the lead tank had an unusual passenger on the top.... ... was formed as a result of the 28 th Constitutional Amendment that we so fe- verishly worked to get passed. They have factions all over the country...

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...t of the latter. After the school bus would rush in front of a road near the trailer park and whisk his sister away, his mother would pursue her early... ... unrestrained in the streets. Humiliated, she sent him to the bedroom of the trailer. The radio on the mantle of the bed was playing "Raindrops keep ... ...she was in a tight t-shirt and wholly jeans. Hail beat upon the tin can of a trailer where she lived with an infant and a cat. The hail seemed to her ... ...nd and so her mother unhesitatingly told her that there was no such thing as Santa Claus. Gabriele saw her mother smile sadly. She sensed a kindness ... ... baby, you are, but now you are a bit wiser, eh? You know the situation with Santa. Life is going to be full of sobering face slappings like that .I a... ...of yours thoroughly. WellﾁEnow, you are wiser for knowing the situation with Santa so I can tell you things, eh? You have a wiser and smarter brain th... ...ol. He wipes his mouth with his sleeve. His California girl lives in Sante Fe, New Mexico where her husband recently divorced her. She isnﾁOt a gi...

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...icacy is rice cooked over a fire inside a bamboo section. On guided nature trails in the mountains, cooking rice over a fire is a part of tourists' ev... ...achine has replaced the buffalo and cart, it acts as a tractor and pulls a trailer, the iron-spiked wheels just need to be exchanged for rubber tyres.... ...uring Anthropology: Working in Present. School of American Research Press, Santa Fe. — 1996 Modernity at Large. Cultural Dimensions of Globalization... ...Anthropology: Working in Present. School of American Research Press, Santa Fe. — 1996 Modernity at Large. Cultural Dimensions of Globalization. Univ...

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... me Pathfinder, inasmuch as I have never been known to miss one end of the trail, when there was a Mingo, or a friend who stood in need of me, at the ... ...ans particular, and half the time they don’t know the difference between a trail and a path, though one is a mat- ter for the eye, while the other is ... .... Well, we must take the fare that Providence bestows, while we follow the trail of life. I sup- pose worse guides might have been found than the Tusc... ...windows, for the admission of air and light. This was uniformly devoted to fe- males whenever any were on board; and as Mabel and her companion were a... ...land with a rueful face, and then looked to windward with an expression of fe- rocity, as if he would gladly have quarrelled with the weather. “It may... ...e is a brave man and a good soldier; and one that may be relied on, if the Santa Cruz can be kept from him. But then he is a Scotchman, and will be li...

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...ohn knows the time well. I met him with a party of the Dela- wares, on the trail of the Iroquois, who had been down and taken five scalps on the Schoh... ..., mirth, and irony , and, shaking his head, he turned, with his rifle at a trail, and moved into the forest with steps that were between a walk and a ... ... I will thank you to bring. Aggy! remember that there will be a visit from Santa Claus* to-night.” *The periodical visits of St. Nicholas, or Santa Cl... ...’t remember to have seen him before?” The black recollected the hint about Santa Claus; and, while he briefly explained how they had taken up the pers... ...negro’ s fears in some measure vanished, and he remembered the stocking of Santa Claus. After a gulp or two, he made out to reply; 47 James Fenimore ... ...er,” said Natty, giving one of his silent laughs; “no man need do that who trails the savages through the woods, as I have done, and lives, for the ho... ...the female servant, who entered the apartment to light the fire, awoke the fe- males. They arose, and finished the slight preparations I of their toil... ...d may jump agin.” Natty fearlessly maintained his position in front of the fe- males, notwithstanding the violent bounds and threatening aspect of the...

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... to that city. Among these visitors, one Mentes, from Leucadia, the modern Santa Maura, who evinced a knowledge and in- telligence rarely found in tho... ...r: 89 Between both armies thus, in open sight Shot the bright goddess in a trail of light, With eyes erect the gazing hosts admire The power descendin... ...ne; From his numb’d hand the ivory-studded reins, Dropp’d in the dust, are trail’d along the plains: Meanwhile his temples feel a deadly wound; He gro... ...h wars; In streamy sparkles, kindling all the skies, From pole to pole the trail of glory flies: Thus his bright armour o’er the dazzled throng Gleam’... ...oet, and a theme eminently popular with his hearers. We find these warlike fe- males constantly reappearing in the ancient poems, and uni- versally ac...

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... the charity bureaus, the employment agencies of Minneapolis and St. Paul. Trail- ing at the end of the line Carol was indignant at the prodding curio... ...drab wall, she felt a forbidding spirit which she could never conquer. She trailed down the street on one side, back on the other, glancing into the c... ...termined. Then Dave Dyer communicated his carefree adventures on the gipsy trail: “Yep. I get good time out of the flivver. ‘Bout a week ago I motored... ...red-mustached bachelor, opinionated atheist, general-store arguer, cynical Santa Claus. Children loved him, and he sneaked away from work to tell them... ...cognizance of demands for sled-rides, for opinions upon the exist- ence of Santa Claus. She remembered him reading out a long indictment of himself fo... ...ree and a half months. They saw the Grand Canyon, the adobe walls of Sante Fe and, in a drive from El Paso into Mexico, their first foreign land. They... ...en, two years ago. When Kennicott boasted, “We went through the mission at Santa Bar- bara,” Harry broke in, “Yeh, that’s an interesting old mis- sion...

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...n his books were all packed, he would have no holiday whatever; for out at Santa Marina Helen knew, by experience, that he would work all day; his box... ...her side. The colourless October sky above was thinly clouded as if by the trail of wood-fire smoke, and the air was wonderfully salt and brisk. Indee... ..., doesn’t say much—you know the sort. As for the rest—they might have come trailing out of an old number of Punch. They’re like people playing croquet... ...se you have not read her,” said Richard. “She is incomparably the greatest fe- male writer we possess.” “She is the greatest,” he continued, “and for ... ... centre to a spot some four or five hundred miles to the south, and to-day Santa Marina is not much larger than it was three hundred years ago. In pop... ...r their habit of strolling through the town after dark. The social life of Santa Marina was carried on almost entirely by lamp- light, which the warmt... ...ilitary families, their clothes suggesting late rising in untidy bedrooms, trailed across, attended by confidential nurses carrying noisy children. As...

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... he would ask them to build another one and hurry up and get the paint and plaster dry against we arrived. Still gently chaffing us, he pushed ahead, ... ... he finally put an end to his misery by drowning himself. Presently we passed the place where a man of better odor was born. This was the children’s f... ...or once. We stopped for a nooning at a strongly built little inn called the Schwarenbach. It sits in a lonely spot among the peaks, where it is swept ... ...he attempt which we proposed to make. I went to bed, but not to sleep. No man can sleep when he is about to undertake one of these Alpine exploits. I ... ...better security we moved slow and cautiously, for the forest was very dense. We did not move up the mountain, but around it, hoping to strike across t... ...nd then works up his courage to the utter- ance-point, it is no use—the moment he begins to speak his tongue files the track and all those labored mal...

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...; nothing about that deadly skrimmage with the Spaniard afore the altar in Santa?— heard nothing about that, eh? Nothing about the silver cala- bash h... ...in hand, the aboriginal forests of the main. But no longer snuffing in the trail of the wild beasts of the wood- land, Tashtego now hunted in the wake... ...wolves meet the eye of their leader, ere he rushes on at their head in the trail of the bison; but, alas! only to fall into the hidden snare of the In... ...e so good as to bring the priest also, Don?’ “‘Though there are no Auto-da-Fe’s in Lima now,’ said one of the company to another; ‘I fear our sailor f... ...very learned man, professor of Low Dutch and High German in the college of Santa Claus and St. Pott’s, to whom I handed the work for translation, givi... ...r; so do their diligent trac- ings-out not belie the obvious deduction. To trail the genealo- gies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last a...

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...; nothing about that deadly skrimmage with the Spaniard afore the altar in Santa? — heard nothing about that, eh? Nothing about the silver calabash he... ... in hand, the aboriginal forests of the main. But no longer snuffing in the trail of the wild beasts of the woodland, Tashtego now hunted in the wake o... ...wolves meet the eye of their leader, ere he rushes on at their head in the trail of the bison; but, alas! only to fall into the hidden snare of the In... ... they are familiarly designated. In cavalier attendance upon the school of fe males, you invariably see a male of full grown magnitude, but not old; ... ...very learned man, professor of Low Dutch and High German in the college of Santa Claus and St. Pott’s, to whom I handed the work for translation, givi... ...r; so do their diligent tracings out not belie the obvi ous deduction. To trail the genealogies of these high mortal miseries, carries us at last amo...

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... times larger than itself. I may here just mention, that I found, near St. Fe Bajada, many large black spiders, with ruby- coloured marks on their bac... ... the surface, but only just showed the upper part of their heads. When the fe- male is swimming in the water, and has young ones, they are said to sit... ...gress is slow. On two occasions I saw some os- triches swimming across the Santa Cruz river, where its course was about four hundred yards wide, and t... ...fore, is common to the family. The Gauchos unanimously affirm that several fe- males lay in one nest. I have been positively told that four or five he... ...an average, but he asserted that more than one fe- male deposited them. At Santa Cruz we saw several of these birds. They were excessively wary: I thi... ...r the Rio Colo- rado to between 600 and 700 nautical miles south- ward, at Santa Cruz (a river a little south of St. Julian), it reaches to the foot o... ...n the next morning (21st) tracks of a party of horse and marks left by the trailing of the chuzos, or long spears were observed on the ground. It was ... ...s, and others, the names of which I do not know, were matted together by a trail- ing bamboo or cane. Here we were more like fishes struggling in a ne...