File:Highways and byways of the Pacific coast (1908) (14591707400).jpg

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Title: Highways and byways of the Pacific coast
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Johnson, Clifton, 1865-1940
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Publisher: New York, The Macmillan company London, macmillan and co., limited
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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the hired girl,gazing meditatively at the dark stony height. Idjust as soon tackle em as not; but I dont want any-thing to do with a mouse. Mice are creatures I cantstand. I can dance for a week if I see a mouse runninaround the room. Yes, you bet I can! I aint stuck on seein mice or snakes either, saidthe landlady; but I think the varmints back onShasta are worse than the snakes. Then she told how, occasionally, a brown bear wascaptured and wildcats shot, and how right there atthe hotel they sometimes would hear a California lionroar, or the coyotes yelping. In the midst of herobservations she came to a sudden stop and chased outan old hen that had walked into the house and waslooking around. That there hen has got to changeits habits! she announced. For two days it has laidan egg on my bed, and I wont have such doins. The hens were laying very well, at present, she said,only they often stole nests off in the manzanita shrubsand thorny sticker-bushes where she could not findthe eggs.
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The well at the back door Among the Shasta Foothills 213 The place where I was stopping was a woodland millvillage clustering about some big red box-factorybuildings with their piles of boards. Some of thehouses were substantial cottages, but most were littleshacks of unplaned boards that in themselves and intheir surroundings were extremely unprepossessing.Their occupants were mostly Eye-talians. Therewere no gardens, no green grass—only ragged forest ofbrush and stumps and brown gritty earth. All thevicinity had been cleared of its good timber. One odd feature of the village was its ovens. Undera shed adjoining nearly every house was a plank plat-form on which was built a dome-like cavern of stonesand cement. In this a fire is made, and when it hasburned down to embers it is raked out, and the loavesof bread are put in and the opening closed. The heatthe oven has absorbed from the fire does the baking. In my walks I often heard the weird honking of wildgeese, and when I turned my

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