As the troop ship glided down the sea lane, the old man still watched it from the turtle-back. That howling swarm of brown arms and hats and faces looked like nothing but a crowd of American boys going to a football game somewhere. But the scene was ageless;... One of Ours - Seite 274von Willa Cather - 1922 - 459 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...onlookers, the departing troop ship carries a "howling swarm of brown arms and hats and faces [thatj looked like nothing but a crowd of American boys going to a football game somewhere" (2.74). Sailing to war is a lark. Lieutenant Fanning brings "a pair of white flannel pants," thinking... | |
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