The National Geographic Magazine, Volume 49National Geographic Society, 1926 - Geography Indexes kept up to date with supplements. |
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... morning out of New York , is due in . The radio operator at North Platte , 215 miles to the east , had reported him out at 9:50 p . m . , adding laconically : " Visibility 200 yards , snow- ing , wind 40 miles an hour , from the north ...
... morning out of New York , is due in . The radio operator at North Platte , 215 miles to the east , had reported him out at 9:50 p . m . , adding laconically : " Visibility 200 yards , snow- ing , wind 40 miles an hour , from the north ...
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... morning in California . Ames had brought that mail out of New York Tuesday , through the morning mist , five hours to Cleveland . Art Smith had hurried it over snow - mantled grain fields , three hours to Chi- cago . Page had raced with ...
... morning in California . Ames had brought that mail out of New York Tuesday , through the morning mist , five hours to Cleveland . Art Smith had hurried it over snow - mantled grain fields , three hours to Chi- cago . Page had raced with ...
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... morning gray help the traveler on his way " ; and I accepted it as a hopeful omen for the 1,600 - mile journey that still lay before me . Far overhead the night hung glittering and resplendent , like an immense drapery . studded with ...
... morning gray help the traveler on his way " ; and I accepted it as a hopeful omen for the 1,600 - mile journey that still lay before me . Far overhead the night hung glittering and resplendent , like an immense drapery . studded with ...
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... morning we were off for Cheyenne . Here began in real earnest those desolate plains over which the bellowing of uncounted buffaloes once Photograph by Captain A. W. Stevens echoed like the ocean. ON THE TRAIL OF THE AIR MAIL 25.
... morning we were off for Cheyenne . Here began in real earnest those desolate plains over which the bellowing of uncounted buffaloes once Photograph by Captain A. W. Stevens echoed like the ocean. ON THE TRAIL OF THE AIR MAIL 25.
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... morning the snow was still falling heavily and no sign of the sun . " I reconnoitered around the lake and by great luck discovered a deserted log cabin . A signpost near by read , " Sand Lake - Arlington 14 miles , " and pointed along ...
... morning the snow was still falling heavily and no sign of the sun . " I reconnoitered around the lake and by great luck discovered a deserted log cabin . A signpost near by read , " Sand Lake - Arlington 14 miles , " and pointed along ...
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Page 72 - Yet to be come at by the breeze; He did not cease, but cooed and cooed, And somewhat pensively he wooed; He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin and never ending; Of serious faith and inward glee, That was the song, the song for me.
Page 306 - dust. The worldly hope men set their hearts upon Turns ashes, or it prospers ; and anon, Like snow upon the desert's dusty face, Lighting a little hour or two, is gone.
Page 67 - I heard a stock-dove sing or say His homely tale, this very day; His voice was buried among trees, Yet to be come at by the breeze; He did not cease, but cooed and cooed, And somewhat pensively he wooed; He sang of love, with quiet blending, Slow to begin and never ending; Of serious faith and inward glee, That was the song, the song for me.
Page 174 - Paracelsus": Are there not . . . dear Michal, Two points in the adventure of a diver, One—when, a beggar, he prepares to plunge. One—when, a prince, he rises with his pearl? The
Page 304 - with whom a thousand years are as one day and one day as a thousand years—
Page 549 - and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate can e'er return.
Page 571 - Her feet beneath her petticoat Like little mice stole in and out"; and
Page 457 - of the National Geographic Society by the first of the month to affect the following month's issue. For instance, if you desire the address changed for your May number, the Society should be notified of your new address not later than April first.
Page 191 - To enjoy true happiness, we must travel into a very far country, and even out of ourselves, for the Pearl we seek for is
Page 611 - summit was ever seen, we took the liberty of giving it a name. It will appear on our maps as Mount Logan, in honor of Sir William E. Logan, founder and long director of the Geological Survey of Canada.