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As we travelled, occasional glimpses were had of familiar places on Greenland Point that thirty-mile peninsula of the Kaibab Plateau extending between Marble Canyon and the Grand Canyon where we had gone deer-hunting, or on photographic expeditions with Rust.
It was delivered on 4 November by the First, Third, and Fourth armies on a thirty-mile front, between Valenciennes and Oisy on the Sambre, which was continued by Débeney's army southwards to the neighbourhood of Guise. In Haig's restrained language a great victory was won which definitely broke the enemy's resistance.
The young subaltern whose duty it was to train the company had more than once singled him out as a capable fellow, and as the cold winter days passed away and spring began to advance Tom could undergo a twenty- or thirty-mile march without weariness. He was well fed, well housed, and well clothed, and while his pocket money was not extravagant, he had enough for his needs.
That was you that showed me the way through the mountains?" "When the islands slid? It must have been, because you're the only one I remember. All the others were 'Them. "Awful brutes they were, too." "I remember showing you the Thirty-Mile Ride the first time. You ride just as you used to then. You are you!" "That's odd. I thought that of you this afternoon. Isn't it wonderful?"
Southward from Squitty the Gulf runs in a thirty-mile width for nearly a hundred miles to the San Juan islands in American waters, beyond which opens the sheltered beauty of Puget Sound.
"Not unless I'm mad as well. Do try to think a minute quietly. How could any one conceivably know anything about the Thirty-Mile Ride having anything to do with you, unless he had been there?" "But where? But where? Tell me!" "There wherever it may be in our country, I suppose. Do you remember the first time you rode it the Thirty-Mile Ride, I mean? You must." "It was all dreams all dreams!"
Camping in the dark after a thirty-mile march is wild work such a commotion of hails and calls, such searching for one's camp, and for the watering-place for horses. The hour of lamplight is precious, and I am near the end of it now. MUCHADIN, Monday, May 7th. A day seldom passes on which one does not receive fresh proof that the world contains foolish people.
The other had not so far to travel, but it was longer in reaching its destination. The world was snow-bound all that small world which lay between the hills in the valley at Thirty-Mile.
It was August temperature, the third Sunday in April, when Stephen O'Mara stood and watched, beneath the glare of kerosene torches, his bridge at Thirty-Mile go into position between dark and dawn. There was no man among them that day who did not show upon his face the strain they had been under.
He had motored down from town, and in the afternoon he carried his patient off for a thirty-mile spin. They went through the depths of the country, through tiny villages hidden among the hills, through long stretches of pine woods, over heather-covered uplands. But though it did him good, Durant was conscious of keenest pleasure when, returning, they ran into view of the sea.
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