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From The Firmament of Time, by Loren Eiseley
N.Y. Atheneum, 1962. p. 162


     We crossed a wind that smelled of ice from still higher snowfields, 

we cantered with a breeze that came from somewhere among cedars,

we passed a gust like Hell's breath that had risen straight up from the

desert floor.