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"It's barren we could land," Nelsen suggested quickly. They visited the hill a dozen times safely, breaking no printed rule. But maybe they shouldn't have come so often to that same place. In life there is always a risk which is food for a fierce soul. Frank Nelsen and Nance Codiss were fierce souls. They'd stand by the heli and look out over Syrtis, their gloved fingers entwined.
Miss Flipp was too dull to be aroused by even this disturbance. The only time she showed any feeling was when her "uncle" paid her clandestine visits. Her life seemed to be in a terrible tangle more than that, in a syrtis, but I did not take a hand in further crushing her.
"You were right, Nance. I was fumbling my way, too. Space fatigue, the medic told me just a little while ago. He agrees with me that I should go back to Earth. I've got to go to take a look at everything from the small end, again. Of course I've always had the longing. And now I can go. It has been a year since the worst of the Syrtis Fever." "I've had the fever.
He disappeared, deep in Syrtis Major, over three years ago. He had carried a sick settler in on foot. He always seemed lucky or careful, or smart. After he got lost, his wife a nurse from here whose name had been Selma Washington went looking for him. She never was found either." "Oh?" Nelsen said in mild startlement. "Yes... Talk to Ed Huth.
As soon as the flood in the Syrtis Major begins to recede, the gates are closed, and, the water being thus restrained, the irrigating canals are kept full long enough to mature the harvests." "The clew! The clew at last!" exclaimed Mr. Edison. "That is the place where we shall nip them. If we can close those gates now at the moment of high tide we shall flood the country.
The tombs and mosques, both here and at Hoon, were ornamented with numbers of ostrich eggs. The inhabitants of Wadan are sheerefs, who are the pretended descendants of the prophet, and form the bulk of the resident population, and Arabs of the tribe Moajer, who spend the greater part of the year with their flocks in the Syrtis.
There is a wind called Auster, another called Eurus, another called Septentrio, another Meridies, besides Aquilo, Vulturnus, Africus. There are the eight great winds of the classical dictionary, arsenal of mystery and terror and of the unknown, besides the wind Euroaquilo of St. Luke. This is the wind that drives an apostle wishing to gain Crete upon the African Syrtis. If St.
Exceptions naturally meet us here and there. Punic was in almost official use in towns like Gigthis in the Syrtis region in the second century, and Punic-speaking clergy, it appears, were needed in some of the villages of fourth-century Africa.
During the whole of the march he remained near Matho; he brought him food, assisted him to dismount, and spread a carpet in the evening beneath his head. Matho at last was touched by these attentions, and by degrees unlocked his lips. He had been born in the gulf of Syrtis. His father had taken him on a pilgrimage to the temple of Ammon.
The face of the detached sucker was also shown a honeycomb structure of waxy vegetable tissue, detailed with thousands of tiny ducts and hairlike feelers. "Some settler dropped the piece of brass out on a trail in Syrtis Major," Nance explained. "Later, it was found like this. Brass is something that people have almost stopped using. So, it was new to them.
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