- published: 02 Jun 2013
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The points of the compass are points on a compass, specifically on the compass rose, marking divisions of the four cardinal directions: North, South, East, West. The number of points may be only the 4 cardinal points, or the 8 principal points adding the intercardinal (or ordinal) directions northeast (NE), southeast (SE), southwest (SW), and northwest (NW). In meteorological usage further intermediate points are added to give the sixteen points of a wind compass. Finally, at the most complete in European tradition, are found the full thirty-two points of the mariner's compass. In ancient China 24 points of the compass were used.
In the mariner's exercise of boxing the compass, all thirty-two points of the compass are named in clockwise order. The names of intermediate points are formed by the initials of the cardinal directions and their intermediate ordinal directions, and are very handy to refer to a heading (or course or azimuth) in a general or colloquial fashion, without having to resort to computing or recalling degrees. For most applications, the minor points have been superseded by degrees measured clockwise from North.
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
My name is Juan Hano de Castro. My father was a Spanish grandee
But I won my wife in a card game, when a man lost his daughter to me
I picked up the ace. I had won her! My heart, which was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry- Like a warm summers' day, she was sweet
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
Her arms had to tighten around me as we rode up the hills from the South
Not a word did I hear from her that day- or a kiss from her pretty red mouth
We came to my cabin at twilight. The stars twinkled out on the coast
She soon loved the valley- the orchard- but I knew that she loved me the most
South Coast, the wild coast, is lonely. You may win at the game at Jolon
But the lion still rules the barranca, and a man there is always alone
Then I got hurt in a landslide with crushed hip and twice-broken bone
She saddled our pony like lightning- rode off in the night, all alone
The lion screamed in the barrancathe pony fell back on the slide
My young wife lay dead in the moonlight. My heart died that night with my