Blackwood's Magazine, Volume 299W. Blackwood, 1966 - England |
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Page 221
... half its mad career . We paddled feverishly to keep our flimsy little kayak straight . Another rapid and we swept past the others in their transatlantique aground in a shallow run , waved at them , lost control , and were in a moment ...
... half its mad career . We paddled feverishly to keep our flimsy little kayak straight . Another rapid and we swept past the others in their transatlantique aground in a shallow run , waved at them , lost control , and were in a moment ...
Page 227
... half- but an hour and a half not entirely wasted . We drank several glasses of good rough wine with Madame and her husband , and we heard several rather grim tales of the café and of themselves during the more recent war of Hitler's ...
... half- but an hour and a half not entirely wasted . We drank several glasses of good rough wine with Madame and her husband , and we heard several rather grim tales of the café and of themselves during the more recent war of Hitler's ...
Page 246
... half the wool and half the lamb crop every year , and the beginner's half of the latter to be the ewe lambs . In this way it is possible to build up a ewe flock with no capital . We have five breeding sows and a boar busy improving our ...
... half the wool and half the lamb crop every year , and the beginner's half of the latter to be the ewe lambs . In this way it is possible to build up a ewe flock with no capital . We have five breeding sows and a boar busy improving our ...
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