The National Geographic Magazine, Volume 49National Geographic Society, 1926 - Geography Indexes kept up to date with supplements. |
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... once begged the Superintendent for ten days of his an- nual leave , kissed his wife a hurried good- bye and vaulted into the seat , shouting , " California , here we come ! " INVISIBLE AIR LANES LINK EAST AND WEST Having flown with ...
... once begged the Superintendent for ten days of his an- nual leave , kissed his wife a hurried good- bye and vaulted into the seat , shouting , " California , here we come ! " INVISIBLE AIR LANES LINK EAST AND WEST Having flown with ...
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... once the Gomorrah of the cattle trail , now a respectable - appearing little city , with church spires projecting among its scattered trees , where once had stood long rows of saloons and gambling dens . Here it was that the " Long ...
... once the Gomorrah of the cattle trail , now a respectable - appearing little city , with church spires projecting among its scattered trees , where once had stood long rows of saloons and gambling dens . Here it was that the " Long ...
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... once operated . A STORM APPROACHING CHEYENNE , WYOMING Fliers of the Air. Photograph by Captain A. W. Stevens North Platte . The envious grease - mon- keys crowded around to demand how he " wangled the graft . " And when he in ...
... once operated . A STORM APPROACHING CHEYENNE , WYOMING Fliers of the Air. Photograph by Captain A. W. Stevens North Platte . The envious grease - mon- keys crowded around to demand how he " wangled the graft . " And when he in ...
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... once heard his drawling voice say , " Frawgs are dead , Trampas , and so are you . " PILOTS BRAVE DARKNESS AND BLIZZARDS IN MOUNTAIN PASSES But the frowning beauty of these ranges makes little appeal to the Mail pilots , en- gaged in ...
... once heard his drawling voice say , " Frawgs are dead , Trampas , and so are you . " PILOTS BRAVE DARKNESS AND BLIZZARDS IN MOUNTAIN PASSES But the frowning beauty of these ranges makes little appeal to the Mail pilots , en- gaged in ...
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... once the ship started losing speed and I heard a shrill , piercing sound . " Cutting the switches , I made a forced landing on Mike Quealy's ranch , threw out a couple of mail sacks to block the wheels , so the plane wouldn't run away ...
... once the ship started losing speed and I heard a shrill , piercing sound . " Cutting the switches , I made a forced landing on Mike Quealy's ranch , threw out a couple of mail sacks to block the wheels , so the plane wouldn't run away ...
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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.