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lines; yet over all is drawn a veil of the most 

 delicate and perfect gray. As you pass it away 

 to the north rises another volcano into the air, 

 nine or ten thousand feet, a sort of landmark, 

 as in its shadows in the deep forest that climbs 

 its slopes is the winding coach road. 



Late in the afternoon we reach the little town 

 of Thrall near the rushing Klamath, and early 

 in the morning find ourselves on a mimic rail- 

 road which makes up for what it lacks in size 

 by the quality of its scenic attractions. We be- 

 gin to rise at once, the engine puffing up the 

 slopes of the spurs of the Siskiyous, in a short 

 time attaining the summit of a range on the 

 left bank of the Klamath, rising rapidly until 

 we look out and down onto the valleys and 

 ranges which seem to reach away interminably. 

 Where the little road cannot make the ascent 

 in the normal way it switches back, and by re- 

 peated switchings ascends to the summit of an- 

 other range where a bird's-eye view is obtained 

 of a large portion of Oregon and distant Cali- 

 fornia. A thousand volcanic peaks may be 

 counted here from Shasta to Pitt with its great 

 blowout on the east in the direction of Crater 

 Lake and the lakes of Klamath. Ascending this 

 wall of rock one is regaled with beautiful scenes 

 of the green valley below, along the rushing 

 Klamath on its way to the sea across or through 

 three ranges. Here, bursting from the rock, is a 



