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in the town, where competing basket ball teams carry rough housing to the border of rowdyism, there are many grave problems to be met. W is much as it is in the east, only more so.
[[margin]] Scout's [[underlined]] Pass [[/underlined]] [[/margin]]
From Red Bluff - where Vernon came there from Nevada  - we went on to Scouts Pass, Oregon, [[superscript]] + [[superscript]] & spent a memorable afternoon in the woods at the base of the mountains. [[margin]]Scout's [[underlined]] Pass [[/underlined]] [[/margin]]The clear bracing northern air, the wild country after the city (S.F to the fore) & the dense wet wood with its beautiful madrones with thin smooth red bark with its exquisite blooms like the cheek of a plum, & its brilliant glowing red berries.  The ^ [[insertion]] dark [[/insertion]] wooded hills all about with ^ [[insertion]] sections of [[/insertion]] [[speres?]] coming out thru the fog. A charming little girl traveling alone from
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[[margin]] [[underlined]] Shasta [[/underlined]] [[/margin]]
[[superscript]] + [[superscript]] When we woke ^ [[insertion]] after a moonlight ride thru oaks & thru the narrow lava canyon on the [[?]][[/insertion]] the black bulk of Shasta could just barely be made out, in the darkness, but sections of slope - bro't out perhaps by a narrow section of clear sky - told of the volcanic form, & we watched till, as it grew daylight, the noble bulk gradually whitened & cloud caps formed & floated off till we counted 7 little [[image - four small circles indicating clouds]] of cloud  cap, just touched with the sunrise color. & the top of the mt. looked down on a sea of white cloud There came the mg in the Siskiyous  - beautiful this [[?skirt]] in by fog.