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“I have often wondered how this circumpolar stars between the Drago and the Lion came to be known as the Great Bear. The ancient Egyptians called them the Unwearied Ones or the Rowers of the Ships of Ra. I prefer the Plough or the Wain or even the Big Dipper. The name of the Septriones, the proud walkers, grips the imagination, but the Great Bear is a plain misnomer.”

Quote by John Hillaby

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Journey Through Europe

This book offers a vivid account of the author's extensive travels throughout Europe, exploring diverse landscapes, historical sites, and cultural experiences. more

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John Hillaby

John Hillaby was an English writer known for his profound insights into history and culture. His works spanned a variety of literary genres, including historical fiction, travel literature, and biography, and were praised for their unique narrative style and attention to detail. more

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